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Part 2: Oh so dirty memories
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Oh so dirty memories: phrase.
Oh so dirty memories are bits of already occurred incidents that flash back into the brain of a living form. Preferably human beings. The effect on plants, fish, or other non human being animals has not yet been fully established. Said bits of already occurred incidents are of mostly sexual or related character. The appearing of "dirty memories" can be caused by words, gestures or even objects.
Note: If affected by dirty memories, don't show to other people the effect of said dirty memories. Uninvolved parties might not take it well, which could result in: "embarrassed", "curses" or even "death".
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Later that exact same day:
Luke stood behind his favourite counter, serving a few customers, nothing major. The breakfast rush was over by now and only a few people were still gathered around the tables, still eating their breakfast. That was the perfect time of the day to think of the bet he had started with Lorelai earlier. He didn't even want to imagine the punishments Lorelai had made up by now. He shook his head.
"Luke? Why cant I have some more strawberries?"
Luke's head snapped up and his eyes focused on Kirk, who had just said a sentence.
"Come again?"
"Why cant I have some more strawberries, Luke?"
Luke sighed.
"Because what you are eating now Kirk, is meatloaf."
"And?"
"I don't wanna watch you eat meatloaf and strawberries."
"Why not? Strawberries are healthy. Mother always said, strawberries are healthy."
"They are Kirk. They are."
"Lulu said that strawberries are healthy too."
"They are healthy Kirk. But not with meatloaf."
"The strawberries remind me of Lulu. Lulu loves strawberries."
"That's nice Kirk. Now go finish your meatloaf."
"But I want strawberries."
"You can have strawberries when you're finished with your meatloaf."
"But I want them now."
"No."
And with that, Luke turned away and picked up a coffee mug and poured some of his famous liquid heaven in it. The door of the diner jingled, showing that the cause for said heaven in a mug pouring had just entered the diner. She was wearing her tightest jeans and a very low-cut long sleeved blouse and she was right headed for him.
"Well hello there Burgerboy."
She plopped down on a seat at the counter and Luke placed the mug in front of her. He just nodded at her and turned away again.
"Can I have my strawberries now?"
Luke turned around.
"No Kirk."
"Why don't you give Kirk his strawberries?"
Lorelai butted in, a seductive grin on her face, her eyes sparkling. Luke shook his head and closed his eyes for a second. Keep it together Danes. Keep it together. Just don't think about it. Don't even think about it.
"Luke?"
"No Kirk."
"Oh come on Luke. You love strawberries. I loooove strawberries…" Lorelai winked suggestively.
The images came rushing in front of his inner eye. Lorelai and strawberries. And a huge pot of whipped cream. He needed a shower. A really cold shower. Kirk. Think Kirk. Kirk. Strawberries and meatloaf. Mashed together.
"No. Kirk wants to mix the strawberries and the meatloaf."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know Kirk."
"But if he wants strawberries? Give him what he wants. And he will be happy."
Lorelai had a devilish grin on her face.
"Not everybody can get what he wants. Some learn that at a very early age. Some never learn."
With that he left the counter, attending to a customer, who had just motioned for him. The customer paid his bill and left the diner. Luke emptied his table and brought the used dishes into the kitchen.
"Don't think you can get away from me!" Lorelai yelled.
"And from me!"
Luke frowned.
"No to the strawberries."
He looked at Lorelai, who had crossed her arms just under her chest and leaned against the counter suggestively. Giving him a deeper insight than he would want to see in any establishment, where there was food involved.
"You, upstairs!"
He pointed to Lorelai, left the counter and pushed her towards the door.
"Already giving up. Are we?"
Lorelai had a spark in her eyes that meant danger. Danger Will Robinson. Danger. He entered his apartment before her and sat down on the kitchen table, giving her no possibility whatsoever to sit on the bed. She smiled and sat down opposite from him.
"Aren't we thoughtful." Lorelai grinned.
"Now. Lets talk business. The bet."
"What about it? You already giving up? Does that mean I win?"
"No. You know exactly what I came here for."
"Oh is that so. Now why Mr. Danes. I don't think so."
"The punishments. We have to settle for what they are. There's no way you are losing cheap."
"Me losing. Confident are we? I so don't think so Lukey. You're gonna lose."
"So you got nothing to worry about then. So. Spill."
"I've been thinking… Auctioning you off to Ms. Patty. Babette or maybe Mrs. Cassiny."
He looked horrified at her. Pictures of him being tied to some bed came to his mind. He shook it off.
"No way."
"Aww. But the look on your face was sure worth it. Almost as worth as the strawberries and whipped cream."
She licked over her lips. She closed her eyes and touched her cheek with her hand ever so softly, licking her hand with her tongue slowly.
"Strawberries and meatloaf come to mind."
"You destroyed it. You killed it. Its your fault. The memory is now declared dead, gone, not alive anymore. Sad. So sad. I'm thinking about a funeral in two days. Any thoughts? Well I have to buy some new clothes to attend the funeral…"
"Lorelai…"
"I'm thinking a black dress and a new black hat. And off course shoes to go with that outfit. I wonder if Rory has the necklace that would go with…"
"Lorelai!"
"Sorry. Back now. Carry on."
"I don't except that punishment with Ms. Patty."
He looked horrified, disgusted and ready to run.
"I got you for a second huh? Nah. I couldn't do that to you. I want you aaaaaaaall to myself."
Luke shook his head. Brushing the memories away, that were about to plop into his head.
"Hmm. Oh you know what? How about you come to friday night dinners?"
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Even more horrified than before. If that was possible. Him sitting next to Lorelai on that table, letting Richard and Emily Gilmore take turns on picking on him. But doing it ever so politely, that he couldn't even say anything about it.
"You want to punish me. Not kill me."
Lorelai rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
Suddenly Lorelai's eyes lit up. Luke knew there was something to come. Something very dangerous. Maybe even worse than Friday night dinners and being auctioned off to some…
"Rory once made me a baseball cap."
He looked at her curiously. That didn't start off THAT bad.
"It's a pink baseball cap. With silver rhinestones."
He narrowed his eyes.
"It has written girlie in the front."
His eyes were mere slits now.
"And I LOVE LORELAI in the back."
He couldn't narrow his eyes anymore, so they returned to their normal shape.
"And you are going to wear it."
He laughed.
"For a month."
He shook his head.
"A day."
"29 days."
"25 hours."
"28 days."
"25 hours and 1 minute."
"Hey no fair!"
He smirked.
"One week. Deal?"
"Deal."
He offered her his hand. She was about to take it and shake it but pulled it back.
"Seven days. Monday through Sunday. No break. You have to wear it in public. And if you get caught ONE moment without the cap, the time doubles."
"Fine."
He sighed. But kept his hand offered. And now Lorelai took it and shook it.
"Deal."
"Deal."
"Now that we got that settled, lets get back down."
She stood up and crossed the room, heading for the door. And she did it fast. Too fast.
"Hold it. Right there."
She turned around slowly.
"And you thought we would only talk about my punishment. Cute. But caught."
"Damn."
She dropped her head, in mock defeat and sat down again, opposite from Luke.
"Now spill. Watcha got in mind for me? Tying me down. Having your way with me for a loooooooong period of time?"
He flinched. And again dirty memories and scenarios of what could be coming came to his mind. He shook them off. He didn't know how she did it. How she made him think about all these kinda things, with just a few words.
"Its supposed to be punishment not joy or pleasure."
"But…"
"Nice try. I'm thinking about no coffee for a month."
Now it was Lorelai's turn to look horrified.
"A month? Are you insane? Are you trying to kill me? Depriving me of my coffee for a month? You seriously want me to die. You really want me to die. You could have said something. We shouldn't have started the bet in the first place…"
She didn't look at him. She suddenly found her hands very interesting.
"Ok. We can say you lose right now. You wont have to suffer any punishment."
He smirked. He knew exactly that Lorelai wouldn't take the bet. She was far too competitive for that. And he was right. Her head shot up.
"No way. I'm not losing that bet. IN NO WAY AM I LOSING THAT BET."
"Okay. Fine. How about…"
"No coffeewithdrawal."
"Well…how about you accompany me to some workout."
"Yeah. Right."
She rolled her eyes.
"Kick-boxing."
A smile formed on her face.
"You mean kicking people? Just for fun?"
"But you get kicked too."
She shook her head.
"Where's the fun in that?"
He just smirked.
"No."
"Well how about YOU."
"Me?"
"Eat"
"Oh that doesn't sound good. No."
"Everything I want for a week."
"Again: No."
"Fine. If you don't except any punishment…you lose. Now."
"No. Fine. You can tell me what to eat for a week."
She offered her hand for him to shake.
"I can make you eat anything I please, within a week. Seven days. Monday through Sunday."
He mocked her. She didn't look at him.
"Everything that passes your mouth and gets swallowed will be controlled by me."
He took her hand.
"No coffeewithdrawal."
"Deal."
"Deal."
They shook hands.
"Now that that's settled. Come here."
She stood up and spread her arms wide. He shook his head, stood up and let her stand in the middle of his kitchen.
"What! Don't you love me anymore?"
"Yes that's it."
He walked down the stairs to his diner and stood behind the counter again. She followed seconds later and sat at the counter again. Kirk was still sitting on the counter finishing his meatloaf.
"You still want strawberries Kirk?" Lorelai asked.
He looked at her.
"Yes. Can you give me some strawberries Lorelai? I'm sure you know where Luke keeps his strawberries."
"I know very well where he keeps his YUMMY. DELISIOUCE. SWEET. Strawberries."
This time the memories came back. All of them. Involving him and Lorelai. And strawberries. Many strawberries. And lots of whipped cream of that. His hands formed fists. His nails dug into the tender flash of his hands. Bringing him back. All too slowly.
"Out." He growled.
He pointed to Lorelai and to the door.
"Bossy today. Aren't we? Well then again…"
"Out!"
"Fine. Fine. I'm going. I'm going. Geez. Keep your pants on."
"You better keep YOUR pants on. And now out."
Luke was amazed at this answer of his. But thank god, the diner of his was empty. Only Kirk was sitting at the counter, enjoying his strawberryless meatloaf.
Lorelai stared at him. Winked and left the diner, walking in the sexiest walk she could summon, knowing that Luke would look after her. And she was so right. He looked after her. Knowing full well, he would need a cold shower.
"Can I have my strawberries now Luke?" Kirk asked motioning to his empty plate.
The slight mention of strawberries brought memories back. Dirty memories. He shook his head. Ever so slightly. Embarrassed, that now even Kirk could bring back those dirty memories of his. He had to get a grip. A cold shower.
"Luke? Can I have my strawberries…"
Don't even think about it. Don't even think about it.
"No. Out!" he yelled a little too loud.
Kirk looked at him confused, not quite catching on, what he had done wrong.
"No strawberries today Kirk."
With that Luke walked up to his apartment, a cold shower on his mind, to wash away those oh so dirty memories. He frowned at the thought, what Lorelai would have in store next. There would be hell to pay.
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