Unknowingly Fucking My Blind Date

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"Listen up for tonight's erotic story. It was all about the cake. The story of how I met Ike and what in the beginning sounded like a ridiculous proposition. I dont date blind. I scribble a note with triple exclamation marks and posted on Eileens computer. She follows me to the bathroom. Its the yield tide season. Be adventurous. His name is Ike. Ike back. So how long have we worked together, dont you think I would know You're type by. She has a point, but still doesnt the name Ike evoke the image of Eisenhower or suggest bulk like Santa Claus. Why She sounds shocked. What's wrong with Santa Claus A week later as people are hanging Reeses in office missile toe, Eileen is drawing her. Seating chart putting me next to Ike for her Christmas dinner party. But Noel, she scribbles back to me on a red construction paper and drops it on my desk, bring it. She winks and walks away. So that Saturday night I run to the specialty bakery five blocks from her apartment, half an hour before dinner to grab this U tied log of cake. The saleswoman is in the midst of shoving people out of the shop. As they open the door, she rears up to bar me from entering. Were closed. She proclaims in her Norwegian accent like its an addict. I wiggle my foot in the crack and start pleading with her short of offering a bribe. She finally relax, but not without rolling her eyes. Then out of nowhere like a bulldog, she barks. No, I jump. Half of me is inside the shop. She points behind me to a man about to piggyback on my good fortune. I am with her. I hear a strangers protest. I turn back in like a secret accomplice. He smiles at me egging for my cooperation. Honey, tell her I hesitate. Shes my wife. He dares barking back at the gatekeeper. I jump again. The Norwegian glares at me as if inspecting for dust through a microscope. Uneasily, I nod. Then after a tight pause, she steps aside. I rush to the display case. I see my pray. There it is. The last of the BoostA, Noel, excuse me, a second voice joins me In unison, Becking, the baker"