Arr, You Hit The Bulls-eye By Christina (Paris Gypsy)

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CHAPTER TWO

"What's next on the list?" Jack asked. I showed him, defeated. "Alright!" he yelled. "Toy time!" Jack quickly ran down the isles, grabbing here and there. "What do you think?" he asked, plopping on a blonde fairy tale wig and a model face. He shook his head as a gesture as he spoke seductively. "Is it me?" I couldn't contain my laughter. "Naw, I'd rather play with this - OOH!" Grabbing at his very own action figure, he yelled, "I've got to have it!"
"Oh my gosh, Jack, you're an action figure!" I said.
"'Course, love. I'm the Captain of the Black Pearl." Pulling me very close by his waist he asked, "Can I get it?"
"Definitely! I love the fluid motion of the sword," - slash, slash, slash - "Very realistic." I tossed the newest of our roommates into the cart and moved into music.

"Now, tell me, how do yeh work this?" Jack motioned to the headset currently playing an assortment of hits.
"Well, you put these on," and I put the headphones on him and myself, "and you press this." Immediately we were listening to the music.
"I love this one!" Jack mouthed to me. I rolled my eyes. He was singing along with The BeeGees. I pressed next. We got better from there. Jack was then singing to me a song that we knew well - "How Sweet It Is" by James Taylor.
"How sweet it is to be loved by you!" he sang along, grabbing me at my low back and shaking his shoulders in time with mine. Needless to say, we bought the CD.

"That," I said, in the checkout isle, "was a very successful trip." We had bought a heap of useless stuff, but had a blast, and we didn't even get kicked out of the store.
"Yep," he said, between bites, munching on something. He didn't turn around. A sure sign he was up to something.
"Jack, what are you eating?" I asked, revolving around him. He moved it time to me, his back always to my face. "Jack, is that a cinnamon sugar pretzel from the snack bar? One you didn't give me a piece of?"
"Uh huh!" he said, putting a piece seductively into his mouth. " An' it's gonna take a lot fer me to give up a piece." I mirrored the puppy dog eyes, as he had done earlier. "Oh, fine," Jack said, putting a piece into my mouth this time. He then pushed the cart towards the doors. "It's a good thing I'm sucha caring pirate. or else you'd never get anything,"
"Or," I asked, daring to go one step further, "do you just love me too much?" I ran around to the opposite end of the cart and stopped it.
"You could," he said, taking a pause and smiling mischievously, "be right."
"I knew it!" I yelled, repeating myself over and over until we got to his black BMW. "You think I'm gor-geous, you want to kiiiss me," I sang, his protests hardly audible over my joking song. But he ended up laughing with me.
"Fine, love, fine!" he laughed, smiling. "Just don't tell anyone. I have to retain my tough guy image. After all," he added, his gold teeth glimmering, "I am a pirate."

THE END

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