What Would Kettle Do?

Our hero was sitting there with Fame, on the corner of Carmine and Bleeker St.  “So you have really never had a standup slice huh,” he taunted her. “Nope” she said as her focused brown eyes were staring at the prize in his hands. “You know, this is the best pizza in the whole world” the young man smiled with great confidence. “Reeealy??? I would like to try” and her glorious smile snapped at the crust nearly taking off one of his large strong fingers. “Your quick” he laughed. “Mmmghmm” she lustly groaned, catching a drop of sauce with the back of her small delicate hand. Her brown eyes were staring at him in agreement now. “See”, he said, “the best in the world”.  Fame’s gaze was fixed on the youthful man.

Across from them in the square was a young couple. She was sassy and sitting on his lap. He was smooth with his hands clasped over her belt and his arms laying slack on her lap. She squeezed his cheeks between her four fingers and her thumb as she locked his eyes with her own. He was helpless. She fed him a bite. They had a slice of the most delicious pizza in the world as well. He took a huge bite, maybe a third of the slice. She made a shocked expression as he swallowed and smiled. She slapped him. He kissed her, she squeaked and slapped him again he kissed her again, longer this time. She didn’t squeak.  She simply placed her palm on his cheek.

Our favorite bruiser could feel Fame looking at him now. Her eyes burning into his cheek like the sun. Her fragrance was light and intoxicating.  She snuggled up next to him.  “Maybe a walk” he popped up as if he had just thought of the best idea. “If that is what you would like to do,” she said with a warm and loving smile.

“Fame”, the young man started “I have to tell you something”. ”Yes darling?” Fame replied. “I just needed to get you alone, and here by the river you just look so, beautiful”. “Thank you my love” Fame said with her flashing smile and deep brown eyes”. “I don’t know what, I don’t know what you are doing with me, I mean, look at you, look at your wings”. “Ah” Fame spread her wings high for our confused and hulking hero to see her at her full scope. “Do you like the crimson with the gold tips? I did it just for you”

The young man stumbled and nearly fell off of the dock. “Fame I, you’re just so, how can I, how can you?” “Darling are you ok?” Fame reached out to touch him on the cheek. “I love you,” she whispered to him. She kissed him and he inhaled her fragrant breath. “Why do you? How could you? I’m just a, I’m fat. I’m ugly. You are beyond perfection. If I had never met you I would never have been able to imagine anyone or anything as gorgeous as you”.

Fame blushed as she stepped into him putting both of her delicate hands on his hips. “I like your belly, I really do, I really really do. Am I weird? Does that make me strange? It is you, and I love you. And you are Not Ugly. You are the gorgeous one.” Our hero reached around her waist and pulled her voluptuous body close to his clasping his huge hands behind her and letting his long muscular arms hang slack around her waist.  He looked as far into her has he could “I just want to be here forever” he confessed. Fame spread her crimson wings wide and high for him and asked “Will you fly around the world with me”?  “As long as you will have me,” he promised.

*Fame is an homage to Thomas Wolfe. He is my literary Idol.