Alright. I've been thinking that labeling this "T" is pretty unfair. It's fundamentally "M", so I've relabeled. This chapter is not significantly better/worse than the first two, so if those didn't offend you, I doubt this one will.

The first batch of cookies was finally done and were starting to cool, though they really were still too hot to touch. As usual for the day, Sarah took the lead. "Get your camera and I'll start taking pictures. Many of the pictures are just of the cookies."

Chuck was back in a moment. "It's really easy to take pictures with this camera. It might look complicated, but I've set it all on automatic, so it's basically just a point-and-shoot right now. So what should I do while you're taking pictures?" Chuck recited the entire litany without pause, almost as if it were a single word.

Sarah laughed liltingly. "You can watch me struggle to push all the right buttons on your massive equipment … or you can get back online and start finding pictures to act out." She immediately grabbed the camera and peered through the viewfinder, shutting one eye in what looked suspiciously like the wink he remembered from her escort outfit.

As Chuck used his iPhone to surf to the Penny Arcade gallery, he heard her clearly mutter, "Mmmm…those look good enough to eat." She suddenly turned the camera, still aimed down, at Chuck. "Oh, yeah, now that DEFINITELY looks good enough to eat." Chuck's swallow was audible even over the ding of the oven announcing that another set of cookies was complete.

Licking his dry lips, Chuck stammered the question which had been on his mind for much of the day, ever since everything he thought he'd understood had been turned on its ear. "Uhhh… Sarah, some of these pictures … well, uhhh… I mean, what I want to know is … what should I pick?"

"You want to know what's off-limits, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"Nothing." Sarah looked him directly in the widening eyes, to make sure he got the point. "I want to do it all. First one way" she looked pointedly at the cookies, "and then another." Her view returned full-fledged to Chuck, leaving little doubt as to the meaning.

"So…." Chuck just turned the phone blindly, displaying to Sarah whatever picture happened to be there, "you'd pose like this?"

Instead of answering with words, Sarah simply grabbed a cookie (the one she'd previously dubbed her favorite) and aimed it towards the edge of the counter. Once it was in position, she jumped up on to the counter and leaned forward, so that the cookie was aimed between her cheeks.

Mutely, Chuck reached for the camera. The exchange was a bit difficult, as he could not tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. It wasn't that provocative, necessarily, but the quick reaction and the implications were startling. Plus, even covered by a skirt, Sarah's anatomy was as breath-taking as ever. Once the fumbling hand-off was made, Chuck efficiently adjusted the camera to manual and proceeded to take a number of excellent shots, some of which even included the nominal purpose for the pose.

"OK. I think … I think I have enough of that pose." As Sarah hopped down and stretched a bit, Chuck couldn't help but wonder at his luck. Was this going to continue? Would he just show her a picture, even the rather risqué ones and she would just perform? As amazed as he was at the possibility, the implications were even more startling – was this really Sarah Walker standing in front of him? It had to be, he had memorized every micrometer of her face and it was definitely her face looking intently at him.

Her lips moved, forming words. "Everything OK?" Sarah's voice lost a bit of the lustful edge it had been carrying through the afternoon, as concern crept in.

"Yeah, I'm OK. Just can't believe my luck."

"Oh, you're gonna get even luckier, believe me!" Convinced he was OK, Sarah's voice returned to the lilting growl that it had been since she'd arrived. The sound alone was enough to send shivers down Chuck's spines, even if she were only commenting on cement seals or something. Given the topic at hand, he couldn't stop the visible shudder that wracked his lean frame. The day just kept getting better.

Sarah was looking at him, eyes gleaming. "Why don't you pick another pic for us, while I get these cookies out?" She handed the iPhone back to him and went to remove the cookies from the oven. Knowing the show that was coming, Chuck didn't so much as glance at the phone until after Sarah had straightened from her slow, straight-legged dip into the low oven.

Chuck tried to concentrate on the phone, he really did. It was just so hard. So very hard. So when the picture he'd been caught with earlier showed up in his quick scan, he just naturally grabbed at it – it was familiar, it was safe. He turned to show it to Sarah, who just smiled and gave a quick eyebrow waggle.

As she started moving towards the cooled cookies, her hair fell into her face, uncomfortably. Time slowed as she shook her head back and forth to remove the offending hair. Golden locks tumbled every which way, giving her a wild and wanton look, quite unlike any of her typical ones, which ranged from scary to happy to friendly quite easily.

So it was that Chuck didn't notice the rest of her approach or how she suddenly was kneeling in front of him, with a cookie near her lips. The white of the cookie made her lips even redder than normal, but something wasn't quite right. It was only then that Chuck realized Sarah wasn't wearing make-up. He cocked his head to size, quizzically. No wonder she looked extra beautiful.

His reverie was interrupted by Sarah's slight moan, as she slid the cookie tip past her lips. Coming back to himself, Chuck mentally snapped a few pictures before bringing the camera back into play. Unlike the picture on the Internet, which only showed the girl's lips near the cookie, Sarah licked up and down before fitting nearly the entire cookie into her mouth. The camera and Chuck's memory recorded it all.

Sarah broke through the sound of the digital camera cycling. "You know how this ends, right?"

"How what ends?"

"This pose, silly. Let me remind you." Sarah stood up and grabbed Chuck's iPhone, scrolling through pictures far more rapidly than he had. "Like this."

As Sarah handed the phone back to him, Chuck instinctively focused on the picture, a picture showing a young, not unattractive woman, with a nearly completely white face. Cookies, of all sizes, surrounded her. It was very suggestive. It was a picture he didn't think he could have ever asked Sarah to do, not even after the assurances of the day. But he didn't have to, she had just recommended it herself.

"Oh … OK. But … how will we get so many cookies…" Chuck was a bit mesmerized by the scene on the phone, holding it up to his face. As he slowly brought it down, a wonderful sight met his eyes. Sarah had somehow arranged a large number of cookies to be facing towards her, without obvious support. She was in the middle, with her eyes closed, mouth open, and tongue slightly extended.

Chuck froze. His mind simply wouldn't work. He just drank in the sight. After a moment, apparently feeling his eyes on her, Sarah stirred and looked at him. "Well, aren't you going to coat me? I need white cream all over me for this shot."

In a daze, Chuck stumbled over to the counter where the frosting lay, already prepared in syringes. He grabbed one blindly, unwilling to look away, noting Sarah's eyes tracking him in a way that somehow managed to be simultaneously bemused and seductive. Finally blinking, he managed to step back in front of her.

"How … What should it look … I don't know what to do."

"Wishing for a real-life example to draw from? We will do that. Later, though. For now, just do what feels right."

"I … uh … I thought that was for later."

Sarah laughed. "OK, just smear me however looks right."

"Yeah …OK." Chuck took the frosting syringe and put a tiny dab of frosting on Sarah's cheek.

"That's it? Am I getting my hopes up for so little output?"

"Oh, you want more, do you? I'll give you more!" Chuck took the implied challenge and started squeezing long lines of white goo all over Sarah's face. For her part, Sarah simply closed her eyes again, and opened her mouth, letting frosting coat her face as Chuck squeezed nearly every drop from the syringe, liberally coating Sarah's face and even spilling onto her shirt a bit.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry. Just take the pictures." After about two pictures, Sarah swallowed and slipped her tongue out the corner of her mouth for more frosting. Leaving it on the tip of her tongue for a few moments, she swallowed again. "Mmmm…almost as good as the real thing."

On that note, the picture-taking paused again. Chuck simply couldn't look through the lens any more. He just looked at Sarah. Sarah didn't look back – her eyes were covered in frosting, but only a second passed before she knew something was wrong. "All done? Already? That was a quickie. Oh well. Now you have to lead me to the bathroom, so I can wash all this off my face."

Chuck obligingly grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. But when he tried to pull her hands to lead her to the bathroom, Sarah balked. "What's wrong?" he asked, not really noticing the smile spreading across her face.

"You can't lead me that way. You have to really guide my body, so I don't get hurt."

Finally catching a meaning without needing to be told twice, Chuck adroitly moved behind Sarah and put his hands on her sides, index and middle fingers on shirt, ring and pinky below the edge of the shirt. The feel of her skin was electric, but Chuck somehow managed to keep his mind on the topic at hand, getting Sarah to the bathroom. Something was missing. "Uh… Sarah, you need to walk to get anywhere."

"Oh, but I need to be pushed to go anywhere. What if I fall?" Sarah's voice assumed a bit of a little girl's whine, just for effect.

Chuck tried pushing her gently forward with his guiding hands, but it proved ineffective. Finally realizing Sarah's intent, he pushed his body into hers from behind, getting her moving. But she stopped the instant contact ceased, so he almost had to frog-march her to the bathroom, their bodies fused together from his nose in her hair to his toes shuffling behind her heels.

Once they reached the bathroom, Chuck released Sarah from his hold and she started washing her face. The ding of the oven overrode the sound of running water. "Hey, Chuck, after you get that, grab my bag and then pick out our next picture, OK?"

Each moment spent without Sarah was an eternity for Chuck. He grabbed the bag and hurried it to the bathroom first, before removing the not-really-burnt cookies from the oven and putting in the last batch. He then grabbed his iPhone from the living room and started thumbing through pictures again, trying to find something appropriate.

They'd already done most of the interesting tamer poses. Chuck's eyes flicked about the room, coming to rest on the tray he'd just pulled from the oven. It was a large tray and it held only one cookie. Eyes returning to the iPhone, Chuck thumbed through it rapidly, finding a picture they could imitate – anything to prolong the time with Sarah.

He was so happy about his discovery that he didn't notice Sarah's return until he felt her breath upon his neck, as she tried to look over his shoulder at the picture chosen. "Still feeling wimpy? Don't."

Chuck turned, indignation at the unrealistic challenge set before him that day, asking Sarah to behave in a way he'd never seen before, when his voice caught in his throat. Sarah was dressed in a cheerleader's uniform. But it was a uniform that no school would ever possibly allow. The "skirt", for lack of a better word, was no more than a 3-inch wide strip of red cloth, with a tiny dog in the middle of the front. The top consisted of the thinnest white material Chuck had ever imagined, in a size that might have fit a five-year-old. The pompoms were the only realistic part of the ensemble and the only way Chuck really recognized it.

The floor served as a harsh reminder to Chuck's butt that gravity still worked. The decision to sit hadn't been conscious but it was better than passing out. Sitting started removing some of the stars which still danced behind his now-closed eyes. "Wha … How … You … I … Amazing … Outfit … Find it?"

Sarah was flattered and amazed that she could still affect Chuck so profoundly. He'd seen her in a variety of outfits before, from revealing teddies to escort uniforms, so the extreme reaction shocked her. But he was obviously enjoying, as the words escaped past a smile that nearly blinded her. A million responses flitted through her head, but she chose to go with "I got it just for you. Don't you like it?"

"Love it. Surprised me." Chuck's eyes finally opened. Sarah had bent over him in concern and she was very close.

Their gazes ceased straying and crashed together with an almost physical power. Suddenly, their lips met and the kiss was all either thought of for a few moments. Sarah pulled back first. "Don't you have some more pictures to take?"

The massive cookie was still too hot to remove from the pan, so cheerleader Sarah merely opened her mouth near the tip of the pan and Chuck flashed a few pictures, half-heartedly. The counter hid much of Sarah's outfit and the whole taking photographs thing was getting a bit old, even if he did intend to remember and relive this day for the rest of his life.

"My turn to pick" Sarah said, when it became obvious Chuck wasn't going to take any more pictures. Grabbing the iPhone, she quickly selected a picture of a woman showing a large amount of cleavage, near a cookie. "But I have to change again for that pose." In an instant, she disappeared.

Chuck looked at the picture and thought of the way Sarah had been acting through the day. What would she do to ratchet this up a notch? Simply wearing a looser blouse to show more cleavage was the best thought he had, but he instinctively knew it would be something more.

When Sarah returned, his fears and dreams were confirmed. It wasn't to be a downblouse shot, it was full cleavage. Sarah was wearing what would be generously called a micro-bikini. The fashion in LA had been moving towards showing more and more skin, but this went way over the line. The line wasn't even visible, nor, really, was most of the bikini.

Taking her favorite cookie, Sarah carefully maneuvered it so that the tip was nestled comfortably between her breasts, with the strap holding it in place. She stood there a minute, idly running her fingers across the cookie, while Chuck gaped. Finally recovering himself, Chuck moved to get the camera and took a few more pictures before finally setting aside the camera again.

"No more pictures, OK?"

Sarah smiled. "Yeah. Time to replace cookies with the real thing!"

The oven dinged again, but no one noticed.

One more chapter to go. R&R always appreciated.