I've had this idea for a while but never got around to writing it. Since it crossed my mind, I decided it was time to share.

Tasty Morsel

One day Catherine Armstrong was out taking a walk with a friend of hers. She was from out of town and the two of them had some catching up to do. "A lot can change in a few years," she giggled as her friend looked at their house. The last time she had seen the manor it had two less wings attached.

"That must have been a pretty cenz, who did the work," she asked and admired the craftsmanship.

"Funny you should ask, it was who you suggested." Catherine laid a hand on the latch leading to the back yard. The black iron handle turned with a squeak and the gate swung open, revealing a training session going on.

Still admiring the side of the building and it's many bay windows, it took her a second to notice the events that were occurring on the back lawn. "They did a magnificent job on the tiles too and-" she cut herself off, "-who is that?" The visitor had caught a glimpse of the man in charge of the training, Alex.

"That's my brother," she didn't bother with a name.

"Alex?" the woman said in shock. It had only been a couple years since she had seen Catherine, but it had been a full fifteen since she last saw the Major.

She giggled, as she always loved to, "I guess it has been a bit. Do you want me to call him over, I'm sure he'd love to catch up."

"Oh, no-no-no...just...leave him...there...," she sounded as though she was being lost in thought.

"I take it you find him handsome."

"Very," again, lost in thought, "I wouldn't mind a taste of that."

Catherine blushed, "Don't say things like that." They laughed. "I can't ridicule you. I've found some boys too who are just delicious little dishes," she said. It was coming time for her to look at marriage, so she had to have the radar on at all times, as per her mother's request.

"Dish? Oh, he's a dish." By now, she was staring a hole right though him. "He'd be a steak. A juicy steak."

Catherine blushed more, slightly embarrassed by her guest's lack of eye control, "Okay."

Alex gathered up his squad and got them to do some 'reach' stretching. "Like so!" he commanded, stretching his right arm upward and off to the side. The other arm remained bent but in the same direction. He switched, mirroring the move with the other arm, "Put your backs into it! We can't show up in Aerugo looking flabby! After twenty stretches with each arm, drop and give me push-ups until you see stars," he loudly exclaimed, his own sparkles going full force.

"I would eat every bit of that steak dinner," the friend continued her evaluation.

After that crack, Catherine began tugging her friend toward the back door. "I understand," she said, slightly disturbed by the imagery.

"I don't think you do. I would lick that plate clean," she said, nodding to herself.

"Alright, that's enough," Catherine said, thoroughly creeped out, and pushed her friend on into the house.