Invitation

The woman looks at you with bright shining eyes, long golden hair flowing over her shoulders. Her skin is pale, like the moon on summer nights, and her lips are as red as a rose. She is dressed in a flowing gown of what appears to be silk. All in all, she is very, VERY beautiful. All you can do is gape at her. You feel as if your tongue is made of clay, and your heart pounds uncontrollably.

"Are you hungry?" she asks, in a voice as soft as honey. "There is more food inside" She says, indicating the house. Unable to speak, you just nod like a lovestruck idiot. She walks toward the half eaten door and opens it. You follow her blindly ... and walk right into the door.

The inside of the house looks as sweet as the outside. Everything is made of sweets. On a chocolate bookshelf are rows of books, and the table, made of peanut brittle, is laid with pies, cakes and cookies. The woman offers you a seat, made of peppermint and a large sucker, and you pull yourself up to the table. Truth be told, you are still stuffed from what you ate before, but you don't want to offend your hostess, espcially one as gorgeous as this one. So, you start eating one of the pies. Yum, blueberry.

After the second pie, you know you can't eat anymore ... you have your limits. You think of Roger out in the woods, and don't want to end up in his position. "Excuse me, miss," you say, in your 'oh-so-sorry-beautiful-chick' voice, "I'm afraid I'm stuffed. I couldn't eat another bite." You look at her and wait for her reaction.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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