KarenxRick: Love in the Most Chicken Way

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Karen sighed as she glanced at the sleeping boy on her lap. She thought he was just so beautiful and prefect. She began to caress his hair gently, wishing hers was as smooth as his. It just felt so right when she touched him fondly.

"Karen!" The chicken-lover said as he gazed up at the alcoholic teen.

Karen looked at Rick awestruck! He had been awake when she was molesting him in his sleep. "It is not what it looks like!" the market-owner tried to defend herself.

Rick's face faltered as he whispered in a barely audible voice, "Oh, if only it was."

The girl's eyes widened, "What did you say?" Rick pressed his lips against hers. A taste of chicken fonder and alcohol was tasted. However, soon they had to part from lack of air.

The two were both as red as tomatoes, "You see Karen. I have yearned for the addicting alcoholic smell emitting off you. You are my alcohol!"

Karen smiled at the red-haired boy before her, "Well than Rick, you are my chicken fodder. You are the reason my eggs will be fertilized."

And it was truly, Love in the most chicken way.