Hunger

I recovered over the next few days and Wheat and I began snuggling. In fact, I held her on my chest every night and in my lap every morning. The familiar heat I used to treat with the help of the plastic dolls came back. I became stiff as a board and she noticed. She would roll her hips against me briefly, teasing me. I had very strong urges to see what her body looked like without her shirt.  

She seemed to know this was my wish because she took it right off. She placed my hand on her chest and kissed me. That day I discovered a wonderful new sensation which she called sex. I finally understood all of the advice my mother offered me as a kid. We had sex in every empty room, on every surface, all through the day and night.  She explained that releasing inside her will make her pregnant. While I would love to for that for her, we agreed it would be best not to.  

Once I was well enough to travel, and when we were running short on food I took my first trip home and re-supplied. 

By this time there wasn’t much left. Armadillos had taken all they cared for and abandoned the place once more. I collected some hidden reserves and snuck out quietly.  When I got back to Wheat’s home she had a wonderful soup waiting on the table. I kissed her head and put the food in the cabinets. She kissed my cheek and sat me at the table. I looked at the soup and whispered “I love you.” She paused. I turned to look at her, and reached for her hand. “Wheat, I believe I love you.” She looked at me, stunned and hesitated. “that’s very sweet Dirt” she replied. I think my heart started breaking that day. Days turned into weeks turned into months. Every day I fell further for her and every day she demanded more of me. More supplies, more help with her home. I wasn’t allowed to call it our home. Then, there was nothing left to grab from the store. When I returned empty handed she shouted at me and threw a hot pan at my head. It landed with a crunch and a river of red flowed quickly down my face. I pressed my hand to it and she sighed. “take me to the store and show me there’s nothing left.”  

I did as she asked. I took her to the store and showed her row after row of empty shelves. My heart and head ached. She groaned in frustration the whole way, griping about how I must be hiding something. I was very confused. We stockpiled it all in her home. One of her rooms was now lined wall to wall with boxes and cans. Then she ripped my heart out, took a bite, and handed it back to me. “You have no other purpose to me. Bye Dirt.” She scowled and left.