Well, I filled up a bag in no time flat and hurried to the register, hoping that my excitement wasn't evident. Although, why I should feel ashamed to want to be alone with my fresh chickpeas is beyond me...I just felt the need to be on the down-low.
My palms were all sweaty as I casually strolled through the side door of the house...the one that leads right into the room that sure to contain moans of ecstasy soon. Fortunately, the much more experienced Mexi was already there...he could read my mood like an open book. He sensed that something new and fresh was in store. When I opened the back to give him a tease, he remembered the days back in Mexico when he was so good at peeling off those little green blouses...the days before we were married...the days when living in another time...another place...those little green blouses were waiting around every corner.
He assured me that I would love what was inside. It would bring me pleasure like I'd never known before.
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