on sweet deception

it's quirky, not jerky

She caught me red handed. I should have known better.

I heard the footsteps. First down the stairs, then down the hall, finally down the stairs to the basement.

I should have known better. I should have known I was being brazen. It was too early in the evening. There were too many people awake. My gluttony had taken over. Hands full, I had no where to hide.

Ah-ha! Caught you!

She sounded pleased.

Red handed

Triumphant even.

But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.

Caught me? Caught me how?

Stall. That’s the first technique.

I caught you. Don’t lie to me. I see you there and there’s no denying that I caught you.

Next tactic? Feign ignorance.

I really have no idea what you’re talking about.

She rolled her eyes and frowned a bit.

You’re lying!

Shit. She’s on to me.

No, I’m not.

(at this point, the only choice was to continue to lie until the end)

You’re lying.

No I’m not.

Yes you are. You just shoved a whole handful of white chocolate chips in your mouth

Mo mi nidnt.

(my mouth was stuffed with choco…