Breakfast

Fiona's lips were bright red from sucking on a cherry pop. She ran a candy store - and prided herself on her ability to peg a person for their candy.
For example, just two days ago, a woman had entered the store: White gloves, soft cheeks - a pretty little handbag.

Black Liquorice. Without a doubt. And without a doubt - the woman's prowl that day happened to be for the very best in the dirty chewy little black candies. The licorice genre of woman would rob you blind while you were watching. You never tell a liquorice about your secrets. You never tell a liquorice that you love her.

When i arrived in Fiona's presence I was just looking but as I she leaned across the counter, she whispered in my ear - "I've got a very heterosexual thing for women who like pear flavored jelly beans."