Theme: Kiss
Food: Cake
He doesn't quite remember his first kiss. He recalls being ten and pushed against the oak tree by Tom. The middle is a blank, then the end is vivid. He hears feet peddling through the grass and his brother shouting, "What the hell are you doing to my sister?!" Then Tom is grabbed by the collar of his shirt, away from Bridget, and then Tom is swung around, and given a huge wallop in the teeth.
Tom's mouth is drizzling red-- it looks like the red velvet cake batter Mom made that morning.
Most clear in his mind are the kisses after that. He's not interested in men, but he wants to kiss like one. While the other is fully entrenched in him, he is soaking their techniques like a sponge. He remembers that men kiss hard and gentle, that their large hands grasp with childish need.
The woman before him now closes her eyes expectantly. He leans forward and the curtain falls.