as his head. It had green and brown swirls in it and looked

like it belonged to Willy Wonka. "The green is mint, and

the brown is chocolate." He held it closer to her. "Go on, try

it!"

I'm in a relationship with a child. Rebecca looked at the

lollipop and frowned. After O.E.'s powerful kiss, Quentin

seemed like a helpless schoolboy. The lollipop didn't help

his image one bit.

Rebecca suddenly thought about The Wizard of Oz and

couldn't resist a quip. "Are you going to call your company

'The Lollipop Guild'?" She started to sing the Munchkin

chant from The Wizard of Oz. "'We represent. . . the

Lollipop Guild. . . the Lollipop Guild. . . the Lollipop

Guild.'"

Quentin watched her with a straight face. "Not a bad

idea." He started pulling out boxes and counting again, now

humming the Munchkin tune.

Do not ignore me. "Hey! We agreed to take a break here.

Stop camping in my living room, and go home!"

"But I like it here, and I like you. We're great together."

He held the huge lollipop out to her. "Here. Take the

lollipop. It'll make you feel better."

Rebecca took the lollipop and stood there, holding it

away from her body with a straight arm. Finally, she tossed

it on the sofa and turned back to him. "You think we're

great together? Prove it. Kiss me, Quentin."

"What has that got to do with lollipops?"

"Buzzzzz! Wrong answer! You're supposed to forget

everything you're thinking about and kiss me when I say

that. Now let's try it again. Kiss me, damn it!"

"Well, okay." He reached down to take the lollipop off of

the sofa and put it back in the box. Then he stepped close to

Rebecca and gave her lips a peck.

"That's not a kiss. This is a kiss." She threw her arms

around his neck and pulled him in. But as it turned out,

that wasn't a kiss, either. No explosion, no reaction. The

chemicals didn't even change color when they mixed. She

let go of him and flopped down on the sofa.

Quentin stood there, eyes narrow, clearly having

difficulty deciding what to do next. "Uh, do you want to

have sex?"

Do I what? Rebecca started to laugh, a hysterical cackle

that got a little out of control. Quentin had a hurt look on

his face, so she forced herself to stop. He couldn't be more

of a loser if he tried.

Rebecca wiped a tear from her eye. Why had she kept

going out with Quentin for so long? Was it the safety of an

honest man, or was it the fear of never being able to find




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