How Soon They Forget

I went home with this lady one Friday night from the club. I followed her with the promise, if she got what she wanted, she was going to fix the worlds best breakfast the next morning. Our sex was raw, hard, and it went into overtime. We didn't get up until about noon Saturday. I was about to order a pizza when she said, "no, save your money, I raise chickens, and I can still fix us a great lunch with eggs." Hell I love eggs so I quickly agreed

She took out four eggs each one of them as big as ostrich eggs. Yeah, I thought to myself how in the fuck is two people going to eat four eggs that dam big? But instead I asked her, "where in the hell did you get those big ass eggs?" She said that all of her hens only laid four or more yolk eggs. I personally didn't believe that shit so I called her on it with "bullshit."

She took out the largest pan that I had ever seen, and invited me over to the stove to see for myself. After preparing everything she cracked one of the into the pan, and sure enough there was four yolks in the pan. I said, "dam if you're not right, four fucking yolks." To my amazement she said, "dam four hen."

Now I looked at her and said there's no way that you can tell a rooster from a hen by the egg contents. She said just watch me cook, because I can assure you that I know a rooster from a hen. I watched again as she cracked another egg into the pan and again there were four yolks. I told her again four yolks, that shit is amazing. Hell I'm from the country and farming, I had never seen this before.

She looked into the pan again, and again she said, "dam all hens." Now I had seen a many eggs and had eaten a many eggs. There is no way of telling the sex of a chick simply by looking at the yolk. Again she assure me that she could tell as she picked up a third egg. With the cracking of the third egg, she assured me that outside of the shell she couldn't tell the chick's sex.

As the egg spilt into the pan, this time with five yolks, she slammed the spatula down. on the stove top. She really surprised me as she scream in frustration , "dam all of these fucking hens." Now I was thinking maybe she's a little ill and maybe ordering a pizza is a better plan.

I asked her if it was cool if I simply ordered a pizza and what kind would she like. I really wasn't feeling these eggs now with so much yolk and egg white. She said give me one more chance and if they're all hens we will order a pizza. At this moment I had to stop her, there was definitely something wrong. I told her, "boo your future, your stars, your destiny can't be read within egg yolks in a pan.

I kissed her softly on the lips, as she asked, "please let me crack the last egg?" She had an obsession with these eggs and I could see it as she stared into the pan. I released her and watched as she kissed the egg and then roll it like a dice against her chest. I watched again as she kissed the egg before cracking it into the pan. She rolled the egg as if rolling in Atlantic city or Vegas.

This egg required more separation than the three previous eggs, as she opened her hands wider the shell's content spilled out into the pan. As I watch again this time in amazement because this time there was only three yolks, but accompanying them was an eight inch cock. Haha, without needing to hear her say it, I was caught off guard when she screamed, "finally a fucking rooster."

I knew instantly after seeing a dick in the pan that this meal was for the trash. I watched as she carefully lifted the cock from the pan, kissed it, wrapped it in Saran wrap and placed it in the freezer. She then looked at me with the coldest of eyes, and while scraping the eggs from the pan into the trash. She said, "I though that you was leaving to get you a pizza and go home, please. I will be having rooster for lunch, alone."