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Anyone named Reese - according to her - was now haunted by the Reese's Puffs commercial rap song. They would never know true rest of whether or not someone or anyone wasn't playing that song in their head as elevator music while midst conversation with them.

Was it pity? Yes. Was it funny? Also yes.

This was the dilemma the Vigilante was currently faced when she shook their hand. Her eyes wandered over them and her mind sent without a hint of mercy to her:

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up!

No, she needed to leave.

Yet, she followed him to where his car happened to be. Fidgeting fingers over the car had to stay by her side - now folded into her arms instead while that free hand fiddled with the card. "And if I'm not looking for extra cash?" She asked then, briefly looking back as if the owner of the car he was showing were to suddenly appear and swat her away like a gnat.

At his offer, she almost shook her head no. Almost being the key word here. Her mouth on the hand heard 'project cars' and found herself saying, "Oh, yes, please lead the way."

She walked around the car once it was lowered for her do so, touching briefly at the paint job design. As if it was a work of art that she was informed to not touch. Her hearing him getting in the car only registered when she walked to the front of the exposed engine that was usually designed to cool it off faster.

The roar of the engine usually tends to rock to her core. In the past, she had raced with a eight wheeler trucks so, engine roars from cars and bikes seemed to pale in comparison. Especially when 'souped up'. Still it made her feel at home - well, if home was an auto shop and not a sentient timeship.

When he got inside, she followed, sitting in the passenger seat and looking around. Her automatically puts a seat belt on. Her now trying to find her words. "She's breathtakingly beautiful. How fast does she go on wet days?"

Dorothea eyed the other up and down. She was cute. She was beautiful. She was just her type. Between culinary school, trying to start up on Social media, and so much more? She was WANTING to let loose, and her instincts told her that she was just the one. She finished her own drink-a swamp gas was what they called it. She set the tumbler down and replied with a smirk as she leaned into the other's ear and whispered sensually, "Only if you want a blowjob before you do."

Dorothea eyed the other up and down. She was cute. She was beautiful. She was just her type. Between culinary school, trying to start up on Social media, and so much more? She was WANTING to let loose, and her instincts told her that she was just the one. She finished her own drink-a swamp gas was what they called it. She set the tumbler down and replied with a smirk as she leaned into the other's ear and whispered sensually, "Only if you want a blowjob before you do."

"I hope you don't mind I didn't come alone..." Erika smiled softly, her finger tracing the rim of the glass she was currently using, "She's very persuasive."

Piper grinned, sipping at the beer she had chosen for the night, "Two is better than one- isn't it? And besides, Erika and I love to share."

Catherine Angela Thatcher sat at the end of the bar. She liked to escape the College town every once in a while to get away from students- any student, really. Now, she was seated, above-knee skirt trailing up as he reached for her wine. "I am, double if not triple your age, young ladies." She slowly swirled her wine in her glass before suddenly downing it and letting her right leg drop from its fold as she stared at Erika, then at Piper. Slowly, she pushed off the wood table as she unfurled her platinum blond hair- almost a silver sheen. She stood at a towering 6;2 with her heels. "Do you think you both can keep up with me?" she asked with a slow-growing smirk. Finally accepting her fate for the evening.

Me: God we shouldn't be doing this

“Yeah, let’s eat at your place.” The Vigilante remembered he had several unless they had all merged together. Gods tended to do that. The alien had to keep saying it internally: gods. A self-reminder. He wasn’t human anymore, he was one of them now. “We can go shopping now. Cook together.” She combed blonde hair out of her face with her hand, giving a slight nod.

She followed him for a bit until he began to carry her mid-way, “Similar?” To be fair, her confusion stemmed from the fact she wasn’t always around.

That or he showed her but, she presumed any of his type of supersoldiers could do so in the past while her hands were busy with something mechanical. Or each other.

Could’ve been both… knowing them.

"Uh huh....yeah. You're telling me a stressed-out, frighteningly single, Healthcare worker-who I might add, looks like her heart could burst from caffeine spikes any moment-is saying no to a coffee date?" Kimberly asked as she puts her bra first and then her shirt back on, slowly. Keeping eye contact when she could. Even when she moves to grab her purse.

"You're wasting your time." Sienna said, not looking up from the clipboard in her hand, "I don't sleep with people I've treated. Now, can I get back to work or...?"

"Uh huh....yeah. You're telling me a stressed-out, frighteningly single, Healthcare worker-who I might add, looks like her heart could burst from caffeine spikes any moment-is saying no to a coffee date?" Kimberly asked as she puts her bra first and then her shirt back on, slowly. Keeping eye contact when she could. Even when she moves to grab her purse.

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

Here's why - Costco sells rotisserie chickens as a loss leader. They're $5 which is substantially less than the cost of the chicken itself, however, with some care and planning that chicken can be used to make 3 to 4 meals that will feed 3 people. Here are things I do with one chicken:

pull the meat and separate light from dark. Put the skin and the carcass and put into an instant pot with leftover wilty vegetables, bay leaf, and peppercorns and make chicken broth.

Use 1/2 the light meat for a protein in a salad

Use the other half of the light meat in either a stir fry or in filling for crepes or enchiladas. There usually enough leftovers to make at least one or two lunches.

Use the dark meat and chicken broth in soup or making chicken pot pie. There is usually enough leftovers to make two lunches.

I am not kidding when I say that the each of those meals is filling and delicious and costs well under $5 a serving.

This is called being frugal where you're not necessarily cheap, you're just not wasting anything.

So the headline is written to either enrage people and make clickbait or to generate "LULZ those poors can't afford things because they're (checks notes) eating".

As a side note, a bag of avocados at Costco is also a loss leader at $0.75 per avocado. Don't believe me? My local grocery store sells avocados at $1.50 each when they're on SALE. It's, frankly, a good deal. Two pieces of bread, one avocado and some pepper or "everything but the bagel" seasoning and you've got a pretty damn good, filling breakfast.

Here is part of a meal I made for my family: coronation chicken - which is a chicken salad made with chicken breast meat, mayo, yogurt, apricot jam, curry, and almonds.

Here is a video about turning a whole chicken into high end chicken broth (he uses the entire chicken, but TBH you can use just the carcass and skin and end up with very good broth):

Even if you use the whole chicken, his recipe will make several quarts of amazing broth that ends up costing way less than grocery store broth. Even with just the carcass and skin, this makes better broth than store bought. And it freezes well. To freeze broth, after it's cooled, you can portion it into silicone muffin pans. When frozen, pop them out into put them into an air tight freezer bag. The silicone is to make it easier to remove and the reason for the using them is that each cavity is usually 1/2 C so you're preportioning. Need 2C of broth? Grab 4 pucks. Also, the puck form factor melts reasonably quickly.

Here is a recipe for savory crepes that use chicken:

With regards to the crepes, if you understand the basics of cooking, this recipe comes down to: crepes filled with chicken and gruyere topped with a mornay sauce. Now a traditional mornay sauce is made with gruyere, which is expensive, but you can substitute so many other cheeses that will work just fine, like cheddar, havarti, jack, or gouda.

If you watch Jean-Pierre's videos, he's doing very traditional French cooking, but he's simplifying a lot of the steps to make things more approachable. What he's omitting are the things that you might do in a restaurant when you have the resources to dedicate to them in prep because you're going to make dozens of servings. At the same time, he injects a bunch of hacks that really smart. For example, if you don't have home made beef stock on hand (which, like the above chicken broth is far, far, better than store bought), he shows how you can make it better by adding tomato paste. He doesn't explain why this works, but its actually really simple: tomatoes are rich in glutamates and store bought beef broth is heavily salted. When you mix the two, the tomato past thickens the broth and gives it more body and the salt in the broth and the glutamates make (tada) monosodium glutamate - instant umami. And no, MSG is not a bad thing in reasonable quantity.