Benita's eyes stopped. "I like my women looks

Benita's eyes stopped. "I like my women looks I like my salsa: THICK and CHUNKY" the personal ad read. That's how the whole thing started. They met at Aunt Chilada' s Easy Cafe on
Easy Street in Enchilada, Texas. Benita's first date with his thick, chunky woman was going great. Just as he was asking her to marry him, her ex-boyfriend Carlos stormed in.
"You should have ordered the menu special tonight!!" sobbed Carlos. "Why Benita, WHY?!" he continued.
Benita raised a closely plucked eyebrow and curled a lip in his general direction. "Because, Carlos, I want to torture you with my mastication of sea bass!" "The bones!" he sobbed
adamantly, "you will certainly choke!" "I'm not so sure of that," said Benita, chewing the sea bass dubiously. Carlos whined, staring in horror. "Don't eat with your mouth open.
it will damage your charisma rating and the villagers will never reveal the secret of NerdRomCom." Benita glared at Carlos, stuffed another forkful of fish in her maw, and chewed
up the dice. She rewrote the 20 sided die in one hundreds so when she rolled the colossal numbers persuading any villager to give her all their secrets. Carlos had a fit.
Of apoplexy when he found out that was why he suddenly lost after he went online, finding his blog account deleted. He never again had a Blog unless it was about folding stories!
Then somehow he found himself folding stories about blogging folding stories inside of either a blog or a folding story. Or a quip you heard at the bus stop. Or that radio click.
Little did he know that the radio click was, in fact, the last thing he would ever hear. He had no time to fold, or to blog, or even to think. The story was over and so was he.

Started: 2016-01-20 20:35:27
Finished: 2017-03-22 13:56:23

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