Lost in the Supermarket by Lilith-sama

Jell-O

Chapter 1: Jell-O

"Higher, Higurashi! Stack those boxes HIGHER!" Her bald, wide in girth, boss barked, his voice like scratching nails on a chalkboard. She grumbled all the way, her short arms reaching and reaching to the top shelf she couldn't seem to reach. With a pout on her red lips, she stretched higher with her box of Jell-O. Why would Jell-O be placed on a top shelf? She didn't know.

"Excuse me, Sir, but do giants fancy Jell-O or is this just one of your spontaneous decisions as manager?" Kagome asked quite sarcastically, making the plump little man grow red in the face either from embarrassment or anger.

"Insolent girl!" He cried.

Crazy old bat, she thought grouchily.

"I'm sorry, Sir, my mouth words seem foul. I apologize for my misdemeanor and wish you could come to forgive a lowly worker girl such as I," she told him, hoping her sarcasm was hidden in her brain and not shown in her tone. His beady black eyes stared at her for moments until he finally agreed.

"You have right to grovel, Higurashi. If you keep that mouth foul I will not hesitate to fire you!" He threatened. Kagome nodded in shame (fake shame, she might add) as her azure eyes fell to the white dirty tiles. He was silent for a few moments before he sighed, "Good then. I'll check up on you soon--now get those damn boxes up there!"

It's not my fault I'm short! Blame my parents! Hell, blame Adam and Eve! Blame God! Just don't blame me for my lack of height! Her mind screamed as she once again turned and tried her hopeless attempts of trying to get the red cherry Jell-O package up at the highest point of the shelf.

"I don't have all day, Higurashi!" He shouted.

Then why are you watching me? You don't trust me with a fucking shelf? Her disheveled brain asked, quite smartly too. Her mouth remained shut as she once again focused on what her boss's little mind was set out to do: get her to put the damn Jell-O box on the top shelf.

"Mr. Tendo, another employee is calling for you in the meat section," a smooth voice informed the one who was hawking her every move.

"What did you say, Taisho?" The man spat. Kagome smiled inwardly and a light blush held her features. Taisho! Of course Taisho would come to her rescue! But he was certain to get a tongue lashing from Tendo--they seemed to have a certain mutual dislike to the other. With glares, Taisho repeated:

"An employee needs your assistance, Sir," he strained. Tendo and Taisho glared for a few minutes before Tendo decided that yes, an employee needed his help since his job held importance, and yes, he would go.

"Get those items up there, Higurashi! If it isn't done by the time I come back, you'll be out of a job here for good!" He huffed, his red face contorted in rage at being dragged away from pestering Kagome. He finally waddled off, leaving a silent Kagome and Taisho.

"...Sesshomaru, you're my life saver," she cried, clasping her hand around his dramatically. He chuckled as he swept a strand of her dark raven hair behind her ear.

"Perhaps," he mused before sighing as he looked at the shelf. "He knows you can't reach up there."

"I think he just finds enjoyment putting me through pain," she offered as an explanation. He shook his head with a slight smile.

"No, I don't believe that's it," he disagreed. "I think old Tendo is just a unclassified pervert who likes to see pretty girls reach for things he can tell them to reach for." Kagome blushed at the compliment before smiling.

"Thanks again, Sesshomaru. A compliment and a knight in shining armor? You are just too much," she teased. His golden eyes glinted at the teasing.

"You owe me," Sesshomaru stated. "Because I, in all my redeeming glory, will help you stock this shelf as well."

"Such charity!" She cried, placing a hand to her cheek. "What has made you turn the other cheek?"

He was silent for a moment as he swept some long silver hair over his shoulder. Kagome watched the movement with odd fascination, though he rarely paid attention to her. He seemed to be coming up with an answer.

"Well," he began, still forming a complete thought. "...We workers have to stick together, hmm?"

She smiled brightly, the dimple near the corner of her lips showing extra well. He patted her head affectionately before taking packaged Jell-O to place on the shelf.

"I guess so," she replied before frowning. "But if Tendo sees you're doing this, he'll blow a fuse and beat your ass down in a second. I have to do this, no matter how short I may seem."

"I understand full well what I'm throwing myself into," he responded. "And that is why I'm not stocking them. You are." She became genuinely puzzled as he smiled at her. Startled by his sudden riddle, she mused what he might've meant.

Will he leave me to do this by myself? What a jerk! Though I did ask him...no! Why'd I say that? Why can't I have an unbelievably hot guy stock a high shelf for me? She wondered. O, that's right, it's because I don't let loose and let an unbelievably hot guy stock a high shelf for me.

"Up we go," he told her briefly as he stepped closer. Before she could ask, she was lifted into his arms and thrown over his shoulder. She shrieked at the action and clung onto him for dear life.

"Sesshomaru Taisho!" She cried into his ear, making him wince.

"Sit on my shoulders all ready. It's hard enough as it is having you squirm and make it uncomfortable," he growled. With a heavy blush at having his head...there...she obliged to his demand and moved so his white pristine head laid in between her jean clad thighs. His hair was moved out of the way to the side and he was now trying to get his balance.

Doesn't he see how...erotic...yes that's a good word...how erotic this position is? Does he understand how flushed he's making me? She grumbled in her mind as he handed her a package of Jell-O. She smiled and put the box with ease now atop a full strong man-boy.

Would you call Sesshomaru a man or a boy? He's eighteen, so I suppose he's entering manhood...or does manhood occur when they hit puberty? She sighed mentally. No use getting confused with manhood's...O my, what a turn of thoughts! Why did I say manhood? Manhood means there... She paused in her stocking of shelf before sighing. Why does that always lead to thoughts of Sesshomaru's...well...manhood?

"Why is Jell-O being stocked on a shelf where little old women can't seem to reach it?" He asked, breaking her out of her dirtying thoughts. She sighed.

"Should I know or care? And isn't that stereotyping little old women and Jell-O?" She asked, patting his head. He sighed.

"All right, that was rude of me. I apologize for the stereotype and I hope you see it in your heart to forgive me," he said sarcastically. She rubbed his head this time before tapping his nose with a box of Jell-O.

"Forgiven," she declared.

"It feels a weight has lifted from my shoulders," he told her, tightening his hold on one of her legs as he handed her another box.

"I think we need a forklift around here," she said as she placed the Jell-O next to another Jell-O.

"We have one," he informed her. "And you, dear Kagome, are in no fit mental state to use one." She kicked his side, throwing him a step backwards.

"You're funny, Taisho, really hilarious, but wouldn't it be great? I'd like my own forklift. I could lift myself any time I want to any high places," she sighed. "Great life, don't you think?"

"Well, to begin..." He began. "I'm naturally tall, so I don't find use in a fork lift. And second, why not find a nice strong man to be your height as I am holding you now?" She sighed at his arrogance.

"Uh-huh."

"And are you really thinking of a forklift? Those don't raise people, or am I wrong and you are truly correct?" He asked. She looked down at him. "I swear they lift heavy objects and not little short women."

"Honestly, Sess, I really don't care. I'd just like one of those lifty things. Is that fine with you?" She asked before scowling. "And I'll let that little women thing slip for now."

"Perfectly fine. But I don't think you have enough money, nor wit to handle one of those machines. A man is much better--they transport you, dote on you, and, if that isn't enough, they also ignore you when you speak. Wonderful contraption is a man, is it not?" He teased.

"You are being rather talkative today, and you just told me to get a man. Have you had your crazy people pills this morning or did you decide to go without?" She asked, highly amused.

"O, without, of course. But that's beside the point--a man is a very useful machine to a woman. Without a man, a woman could never kill those nasty spiders that manage to find their way into your bathroom, or make the babies you so love to talk in silly voices to," he finished. She sighed.

"You and your stereotypical statements. You are sure to wind up in the slammer one day when you insult a little old lady on the street for buying a box of Jell-O," she concluded as she finished her stock.

"Ah, yes, it seems my tongue is slipping today with insults. If any are directed toward you, I apologize in advance," he told her. She began to squirm to get off him, when he held her legs tighter. "Another great pro of a man: they have to act like a gentleman and give the lady whatever they desire. Now, where do you need to be next? Let me give you a ride of sorts."

"You and your gentlemanliness. It gets me every time. Is this how you swoon the ladies? Just put your head between their legs and carry them everywhere?" She asked. She sighed. "I didn't mean for that to sound sexual, but I'm afraid it has turned out that way."

"A tad bit," he agreed. "But no matter."

She sighed as he walked around the corner, attracting stares from shopping customers.

"You know we're attracting people like moths to a lamp, right?" She asked after seconds of weird looks, stares, and glares. He shrugged, making her rise a little.

"I usually attract stares from my strangely attractive good looks," he said arrogantly. "I'm certain you must attract the same attention, my dear."

"You're making me swoon, Sesshomaru," she teased.

"Hn," he replied.

"You know, I think we should try out for Transformers. You can be the bottom half and me the top. We could become movie stars and become outlandishly rich! How about it?" She asked.

"I would if the movie didn't all ready come out weeks ago," he said, disheartening her greatly. "But I find the idea very well liked."

"So it seems. Where are you headed?" She asked. He sighed.

"I have ice cream parlor duties to attend to. Since Miroku seems to have enwrapped Tendo's attention in the meat section, I will be working and not pestered," he told her. She sighed.

"I have nothing else to do. I was either going to go cashier, cigarettes, or ice cream. They need another hand, don't they?" She asked.

"We always need another hand in this place. Besides, I'll treat you to some ice cream. Or, better yet, you should treat me to some ice cream and your debt to me has been repaid. Deal?" He asked.

"Only if you let me down?" She giggled as he stopped and took his time to think for a moment before bending down to let her off. She jumped off and pulled down her rising jeans. "Thank you for being my transformer buddy, Taisho."

"And I just so enjoyed being between your legs," he teased, holding out his arm. She took it with a smile and a blush as they waltzed down the aisles happily towards the ice cream section.

"So where has my cold, refined little anti-social gone? As much fun as this is having witty banter tossed between us, I find your niceness a little unnerving," Kagome said as she played with her name badge-tag.

"Anti-social? That's a new one," he chuckled. "Perhaps I'm not as cold and refined as you once thought? You see, my dear, I have a very dark secret." She smiled at his look. "You must promise not to tell if I inform you?"

"Of course not! What soul would I tell?" She asked, leaning forward with a big grin on her lips. What a fun guy!

"You see, dear, it seems that I am not the man you know me to be. Perhaps I have appeared a bit on the cold side, but that's only because I'm attractive. Why be attractive and nice at the same time? I appeal to those mysterious types," he sighed mischievously. "And that is why I am the way I am."

"That's your deep dark secret? I'm scared," she told him sarcastically.

"You must not burden my secret on any other's shoulders. Do you promise me?" He asked. She smiled as they neared the ice cream stand seated conveniently near the bulk candy.

"I promise, Sesshomaru, darling. Cross my heart, kiss my elbow," she replied. He smirked.

"Seal the deal with a kiss?" She smiled brightly with a beet like blush.

"You are a terrible flirt," she informed him.

"Terrible as in how? Charming or inexperienced?" He asked. She giggled.

"Both," she told him as she slipped under the counter behind the scene of the ice cream freezers. "But I must say you are quite charming. Do most girls understand your wit?"

"Not at all, but I have observed you and your way of talk many a time and I find, my dear, that I may be as open and arrogant as I want around you," he said with a slight smile. "You, dear, can handle a joke from me and not find it appalling nor terrifying."

"How sweet, you've observed me on many occasions? I feel like I have a stalker on my back," she sighed. "I've never had a stalker before. Is it fun?"

"Stalking?" He asked.

"Of course!" She cried. "Is stalking fun? I might give it a try sometime."

"Well, I suppose it does hold a type of thrill," he said, amusing her to no limits. "You never know when the person you're stalking is about to find out and call the police. Restraining orders are no walk in the park, my friend."

"I'll remember that next time. Now, since you offered to buy me ice cream first, I want strawberry," she said, switching her topic as she pulled her hair behind her head so it wouldn't get any loose strands into the ice cream barrels. Sesshomaru did the same with his hair and place it in a bun on his head. "Can you model for me in a hairnet sometime? I think it'll make you look awfully sexy."

"Awfully sexy?" He pondered. "Perhaps I'll try the fashion out. Strawberry, you asked?" Sesshomaru placed on some disposable gloves and scooped her ice cream. She thanked him and took the bowl of sugary goodness as he spooned himself a nice cup of mint chocolate chip.

"I always took you for a vanilla type of guy," she said as she sat in the only remaining chair. He sighed.

"Looks can be very deceiving," he reminded her. She nodded.

"I seem to judge a book by it's cover and tend to..."

"Stereotype?" He asked, motioning her to stand up. She stood up for him as he sat down in the chair she just stood up from. When she was about to yell, 'Hey! That was my seat you two-timer!' he pulled her down to sit on his lap.

"Well, yes, stereotype, but what I said makes us seem like two birds of a feather. Or is it two feathers of a bird? Whatever way, we are very corrupt, you and I," she completed after moments of silence in his lap. "Now, Clyde Barrow, what bank should we rob next?"

"I don't know, Bonnie Parker. There are so many to choose from--how about Tendo's office?" He asked. They both laughed softly at the joke and indulged into each ice cream.

"Does strawberry ice cream mix with mint-chocolate chip?" She asked. "...I don't want a foul taste in my mouth, but yours seems very delicious at this moment."

"An odd combination, but a combination nonetheless," he said into her hair. His head rested on her shoulder as she lay back in his arms. "Perhaps you should try it?"

"I don't want to be gluttonous, though," she pointed out. "I do not want my fate to end up like a Tendo. If that happens I'll be doomed for the rest of eternity and doom the others with me."

"Then have some of mine and it won't seem as gluttonous. A trading of flavors, let's say. I'll have some of yours, and you'll have some of mine."

"Deal!" She cried. She was about to grab his bowl when he pulled it from her reach, extending the bowl above her head.

"Now, dear, I haven't made the catch yet. You must...hmm..." He paused as he thought of whatever he would make her do, give, or say.

Please make me kiss him, please make me kiss him, please make me kiss him, please make me kiss him, Kagome chanted in her mind, anxiously awaiting his punishment/dare/deal.

"...I'll make this more personal, I suppose. I need you to help me be rid of my ex-girlfriend. She's a nasty little witch, but, at the time two years ago, I found something redeeming within her. Whatever it was, I find no use in it now," he told her nonchalantly. "But she still grates my nerves immensely."

"And how is little ol' Kagome going to help in your master plot of revenge?" She asked, sucking on her spoon. He raised a silvery eyebrow.

"I want you to become a giggling twit and worship the ground I step on," he smirked. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"And how, pray tell, are you going to make me do this?"

"Brainwashing is out of the question, is it not?" He asked. She sighed.

"That's a little old school. You just have to tempt me with something absolutely amazing and maybe I'll sleep on it," she said, raising her eyebrow back at him. He smiled slightly.

"I see. This ice cream doesn't do it justice?" He fingered the bowl of his mint chocolate chip. "It's rather good looking--good tasting too. Perfect amount of mint and chips...wonderful combination with strawberry..." He drawled.

"If I have to be worshiping the ground you step on to get this girl off your case, then you much worship the ground I step on for three whole days," she proposed. His golden eyes widened a fraction before cringing.

"Kagome...my dear, as a man I have pride--you should never trifle with a man's pride or dignity. If I became your slave, my pride and dignity will--"

"Your ego will deflate, right?" She cut in. He frowned slightly before nodding.

"Well, yes, that too. So you understand how I can't possibly go through with your request?" He asked hopefully. She took her pink spoon and tapped him on the nose.

"Tough luck, sugar pop, because I'm not movin' for you. Take it, baby, or leave me out of it," she ended, a stern look in her eyes. He sighed.

"Perhaps, of all women, I shouldn't have singled you out to help me with this," he grumbled. She smiled.

"Cross your heart and kiss your elbow?" He sighed as he raised his hand in a pledge.

"Cross my heart and kiss my elbow..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes. She raised her elbow to his lips.

"Kiss mine then, if only for good luck, huh?"

He smiled slightly and pressed his pale lips to the skin of her elbow. Kagome blushed a vibrant red as his lips remained on her skin for the total of five seconds (she counted quite clearly). Sesshomaru raised a silvery eyebrow.

"What do you say now to my proposal?" He asked.

"Accepted," she concluded as she stood up from his lap, dusting off her hands. She bent over in front of Sesshomaru and smiled brightly. As he watched her she skillfully snatched his bowl away from him with inhuman speed.

"Fast," he observed as she popped his spoon into her mouth. She waved it off.

"If you have a little brother then all your skills increase ten-fold," she informed him as she heard the loud distant bark of Tendo. She gulped. "I think he saw I finished..."

"He won't fire you. Not once since I've worked here has he fired a female worker unless they were elderly," he smirked. "You'll keep a job here until you quit or suddenly become an ugly witch during your sleep." She blushed prettily with a smile as she turned towards the counter to see a little blonde girl in small pigtails. Tons of purple barrettes littered her sunny blonde hair that glinted in the artificial lighting of the large supermarket. Kagome smiled more.

"Hey, there. What flavor would you like to have?"

"Ah..." The little girl looked up at the woman by her side. Kagome compared the two in her mind, completely forgetting the very handsome male specimen behind her. The mother had light brown hair to her shoulders and a lanky body. Her blue business suit stood out among the simple produce. "Um...Mommy, what does Azusa like?"

"Azusa likes many things," her mother said nonchalantly, inspecting her fingernails. Kagome smiled.

"Would you mind if I give you a few recommendations, cutie?" She asked. Azusa blushed before grinning.

"Please, Miss Ice Cream Lady!"

"Well..." Kagome began, pointing to the chocolate. "I really like chocolate. Do you like chocolate, Azusa?" The girl clapped her hands and looked up towards her mother. She seemed to be fixated on something else...

Kagome noticed that something else was sitting behind her eating the mint chocolate ice cream she recently put down.

"Azusa like chocolate very much! But Mommy doesn't like when Azusa has chocolate..." Azusa pouted cutely, making Kagome grin. How she adored young children!

"Then what about strawberry? That's what I had earlier and boy, is it yu-um-mee! You seem like a big girl who'd like strawberry. How about that?"

"Yeah!" The girl agreed brightly. "Azusa wants strawberry! Hear that, Mommy? Azusa wants strawberry!"

The woman, however, seemed to be off in her own simple minded world, staring at the boy with silver hair. Kagome sighed as she looked back at him.

"Now you've fallen into that anti-social thing again, Sesshomaru," she told him. He frowned.

"You're taking a customer so why be so lively? I haven't relaxed once my whole six hour shift today and I'm coming to my end," he explained. Kagome glared at him.

"Sesshomaru Taisho, you dog..." She turned her attention back to the little girl who was asking for a bowl and a lime green spoon. Kagome nodded and got the little girl's ice cream. Handing it to her with care, Azusa cried out in happiness:

"Thank you so much Ice Cream Lady!"

"You're very welcome. Do you want anything Ma'am?" Kagome asked. The woman shook her head as Sesshomaru leaned on the counter, raising his eyebrows.

Her uncertainty soon became confidence as she smiled as if a predator cornering her prey. Kagome didn't quite like the look she was aiming towards Sesshomaru. Call it jealousy or...well...jealousy; it was making her edgy and uneasy.

"Why, who is this?" The woman purred, her less than pleasant voice ringing the air. Sesshomaru smirked, adding gasoline to Kagome's flame of anger.

"My name is Kagome. And yours?" He responded casually. Kagome glared at him with all she was worth from the corner of her eye and went to punch him squarely in the shoulder when he looked at her as the woman adverted her attention to her daughter. He winked, sending Kagome off guard.

"Caroline. So, Kagome...it may seem forward of me to ask, but do you enjoy your spot of fun?"

"I suppose I do..." He drawled, clearly teasing with the woman. Kagome cleared her throat, glaring at Sesshomaru.

"He's your receipt," Kagome said quickly, dropping the change in the woman's hand. "Thank you."

The woman frowned at Kagome, but otherwise turned back to Sesshomaru to say, "If you want to have a little fun tonight, call me and we'll set up a date." She slipped a piece of paper over the counter seductively towards Sesshomaru. He said nothing as he took the phone number and address. "Good then. Give me a call, Kagome..." She took her daughter's hand and swayed her hips away from the counter. Kagome glared fully at Sesshomaru as he sighed.

"My, I haven't encountered someone like that in a while," he said as he fingered the napkin. He looked at the number for a moment, enraging Kagome's jealousy, before surprisingly tossing it over his shoulder. "O well."

"Why did you use my name?" She asked sternly. His smile was slight, but there.

"Because I do not enjoy using my name with those unforgivable types of women. Luckily I switched badges with you before she could notice," he explained. Kagome gasped, looked down at her nametag, and saw that it indeed had Sesshomaru's name indented in black lettering. She gasped and looked at him.

"H-H-How...you dog, how did you do it?" Kagome asked, absolutely astounded at his crime. He smirked.

"It seems theft and I get along quite well," he joked. Kagome sighed as she looked up at Sesshomaru.

"Don't do that again, all right? I didn't find that as amusing as you did, Sesshomaru. I found it absolutely disgusting!" She cried.

"The woman deserved it, if you ask me," he told her coolly. "Kagome, I am not a low-life form such as my half-brother. You see, I also do not agree with toying with a woman unless she absolutely deserves it."

"Ha!" She snorted. He frowned. "Yeah right."

"All right, so I was born male. But some males have higher dignities than others, and for the sake of my dignity and that woman's, I threw the number on the ground where it is meant to rest," he said quickly. She frowned for a moment before it eased into a smile.

"You are quite a smooth talker," she observed, slightly ashamed she had been duped and charmed by his words.

"I've been told so on many occasions, but your compliment just adds onto my ability of choosing charming words," he teased. She raised an eyebrow.

"You believe what I said to you was a compliment?" She asked, sauntering off to leave him at the table. She grinned inwardly.

YES! I have managed to play mysterious, right? Huh, huh? You delivered that line with such ease, such beauty, such grace! I love myself, completely and utterly, she thought with a victorious smile.

"So I'll see you tomorrow then?" He called as she ducked under the counter, stripping off her disposable gloves. Kagome sighed as she walked back to him and gave him the trash she wanted him to put in the basket next to him.

"Well, I don't have a shift tomorrow seeing as though it's Monday, but I have a shift from six to ten on Thursday, if that's any better," she told him.

"I have a shift as well remotely around those times. I'll see you Thursday, then?" He asked, giving her the bowl of mint ice cream. She took the bowl with a smile on her lips.

"Sure," she told him. Blue stared into gold for a moment before the blue eyes closed. "Give me the damn number off the floor."

"You ruin my Sunday fun," he sighed, picking up the letter and giving it to her. She saluted him as she stuffed the letter in her pocket.

"Sorry, dear, but that type of perverted fun is only to be enjoyed by men of less moral value. I know that you, for a fact, do have morals and keep them straight. I'm just afraid you're going to do something stupid and give her a prank call as Kagome to give her my address," she explained quickly. He raised his elbow to her.

"Never thought of it. A kiss for good luck?" He asked charmingly. She smiled before giving him a quick kiss on his elbow.

"All right, Jeeves, I'm off. If Tendo's looking for me to stock the brand of soap or perfume little old ladies especially enjoy using, sock him in the nose for me," she told him.

"Will do. But will you mind if I sock him anyway, even if he doesn't stock the items little old ladies quite fancy at the top shelf?"

"Don't get too excited, pet. I don't thinks that's the most brilliant plan you've had all day," she cooed, patting his cheek. His shoulders fell.

"Wishful thinking, perhaps..." She smiled one last time as she waved.

"I seriously have to get home and see what Mama is cooking for dinner. Is your shift finished yet?" She asked. He shook his head.

"I took over for another person, so my shift as doubled. Have fun and give your mother my hello," he said as she spooned a little bit of ice cream in her mouth.

"You don't even know my mother," she pointed out.

"Not yet, I suppose. But I plan on meeting her someday, either by fate or accident," he told her, pushing her back slightly towards the automatic doors. "Now I have more customers to deal with. Thursday we'll meet again."

"Cheers!" She cried, raising her ice cream bowl as she exited the store. With a heavy breath and a blush, she leaned against the dirty brick wall.

O my God, O my God, O my God... she thought before smiling. Perhaps she'd get closer to Sesshomaru than she would've first thought... Cheers, Kagome! Best to you and your bridegroom!

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A new chance for insanity! It seems I'm back again with a brand new story: fun, eh? After I wrote a story about a library, I think a local supermarket is in order...but, dears, I have a dilemma you might be able to help me with. I've never truly been employed by a supermarket and as much as I've looked online, I can't seem to find any rules or conduct (you know, the works). So, if you have a job at your local market, please pop me a review to give me a few guidelines. I don't like writing blind: help me see the light!

Do you enjoy this idea? I hate hanging stories and not finishing them, but I'm not always around to update. But I'll try to promise this: whenever I go to a supermarket, I'll get another blast of inspiration and write. In the time of three days of that visit I'll put out a new chapter. Sound good to you?

Help me be a grammar Nazi and get all those little bad words out of my writing! Please help me spell properly.

DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS, JELL-O OR ANY OTHER MENTIONED ITEMS. Needed capitalization to know I'm no thief.

Ideas? Thoughts? Concerns? Give me a review and I'll be sure to give you a reply.