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I entered the kitchen to see that it was on fire, well the cooker was on fire. I didn't know what to do, I took a bucket and filled it with water from the faucet then dunked it on the cooker but the fire seemed to increase.

Just then the fire alarm went off and Blair came in looking really panicked, dressed in nothing but a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Sweet I thought as I stared at her endless legs before I realized what was happening: the kitchen was on fire!

Blair gave me a nasty look then quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher from its box and started putting out the fire. Why didn't I think of that I asked myself.

Anyways, I thought it is nice that she's the one putting out the fire because I got free show. She looked so damn hot putting out a fire dressed in nothing but her tiny nightie. She should have become a model. Her tanned legs would surely stun people. She had to be about 5'9 give or take.

As my mind began to roam towards the negative side, Blair gave me a smack on the arm. I snapped out of my reverie, "what?"

"Why'd you set the kitchen on fire, what are you trying to do kill us!" She exclaimed hysterically.

"Hey chill," I told her relaxed, "I was cooking then went to the bathroom, when I came back the kitchen was on fire."

She gave me an incredulous look, "who told you that you put something on fire then just leave."

"Well how'd you expect me to know, its not like I took classes on cooking."

She opened her mouth and was about to say something but then she shut it and gave me a dirty look instead.

I just smiled good-naturedly at her then took a banana, peeled it and started eating.

"I thought you said you always eat your banana with chocolate?" Blair commented.

I laughed, actually it was a snort, "I just said that because I had nothing else to say."

She muttered something but I didn't hear what she said. My eyes followed her as she walked around the kitchen. She took out a skillet and spatula, opened the refrigerator and removed two strips of bacon and an egg.

I watched her as she cooked them. The aroma wafted in the air and I started drooling, it smelled so good.

Blair transferred the food into a plate and placed it on the breakfast bar. She sat on a stool, took a fork and started eating.

"What?" She asked me as she looked up and caught me staring at her.

"Can I have a bite of that?" I pointed at the crispy mouth-watering bacon.

"No." She answered flatly.

I was about to talk when my stomach spoke for itself; it rumbled. She chuckled lightly and continued eating.

Why can't I just hire another maid I thought, or maybe pay a restaurant to be bringing food to me three times daily. My conclusion was that I liked the fact that I was accepting Blair's challenge without taking the easy way out. I tried to banish the thought from my mind but it still remained.

After Blair finished her breakfast and went up, I started rummaging through the refrigerator looking for something to fill my empty stomach with.

I opened the vegetable bin to see a greenish vile looking substance in a bottle. Disgusted I brought it out and uncapped the cock-screw and inhaled it. It had a weird smell so I threw it into the bin and continued my search.

****

I sat on the three-seater in the sitting room after I had taken a bath and turned on the tv.

The race that I was watching was about to finish when Blair came in looking at me suspiciously.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Out," was her answer. She continued, "did you throw away my special formula?"

I gave her a puzzled look, "and what is that?"

She propped her left hand on her ample waist, "its this substance I put in the vegetable bin in the refrigerator."

"Oh, is it greenish in color?"

"Yes."

I shrugged, "I threw it away."

Blair's jaw clenched, "why would you do that, Ida gave it to me it makes my skin softer!"

Oh your skin doesn't need to get any softer I wanted to say but stopped myself. I put my leg on the coffee table in front of me and leaned back, "oh I didn't know, tough luck."

She glared at me then walked away saying something to herself.

Oh well that was interesting I thought.

I was about to change the channel when the door bell rang. Before I could get up to open the door, I heard Jean's voice. I relaxed on the sofa and awaited their arrival.

"Hey Mr husband man, how are you doing?" Jean asked as he came in with Thomas who was holding a box of pizza.

I gave Jean a look. "Mr husband man, really how awful does that sound."

"I told him it was a horrible name but he refused to listen." Thomas told me as he sat down beside me.

Jean leaned forward from his seat beside me too to look at Thomas. He stuck out his tongue childishly, "you're just jealous that I was the one who came up with it not you."

Thomas stuck out his tongue then opened the pizza box, took a slice and bit into it. "Mmm," he groaned, "this is what I'm talking about."

I took a slice and so did Jean. We continued eating and talking about formula 1 racing.

****

We were in the sitting room watching a basketball game when someone entered the room. I didn't bother to look up because I knew it was Blair.

"Hey there Mac," Jean said grinning.

"McKenzie Blair Grandeau, howdy." Thomas drawled.

"Hello guys," I heard her voice say.

I looked up and saw that she was standing at the doorway dressed in a pair of blue faded jeans and a black shirt that was so oversized it almost reached her knees. The shirt looked so familiar like my favorite shirt.

What the heck! "Blair is that my shirt you're wearing?"

She turned to look at me, "yeah is there a problem with that."

"Go and remove it, its my favorite shirt." I commanded.

"No I won't, this is my revenge for what you did to me." She said in a tone that signified that her decision would not change. "Anyway," she smiled as she continued to Thomas and Jean, "I'll be going out now but are you staying for dinner?"

"Yes," they both nodded.

"Good, then I'll make my special dinner treat for you guys. Till I come back." Blair flashed them a toothy grin then walked away.

"So tell us the truth, does she really know how to cook?" Jean asked hopefully.

I shrugged, "how'my supposed to know, she has never cooked for me."

"You can't be serious man, but she's your wife she's supposed to cook."

"Well according to her, cooking is for hired chefs and cooks not wives." I told them.

Jean burst out in laughter, "Dude I like McKenzie Blair's style, she's le bomb."
Rolling my eyes I muttered, "whatever, she won't cook for me and yet she has the audacity to wear my favorite shirt."

"You must have done something to annoy her, she did way that it was revenge for what you did to her."

"Yeah I threw away her special formula that makes her body softer."

Jean let out a horrified gasp, "oh no you didn't! Do you know how important these stuff are to a woman."

"No I don't," I shook my head. "How do you expect me to know?"

"Being the ladies man that you are I thought....." he broke off at the look I gave him then continued, "anyways you shouldn't have."

"Whatever," I mumbled. Oh my poor shirt I thought.

****

We were still in the sitting room watching a movie when Blair passed by the sitting room her hands fills of grocery bags.

Be prepared to eat the food of horror I thought as I heard the sound of pots clanking in the kitchen. I was beyond convinced that Blair could not cook, its very logical really: if she could cook why wouldn't she cook for me? As far I was concerned, I believed that Blair was a terrible cook that was why she refused to cook for me. Maybe she bought frozen food from the mall and was re-heating it I wondered.

When the movie finished, we started talking about different things ranging from the price of an apartment in Manhattan to the stock market.

I was telling both of them about a new Idea I had come up with for the company when a heady aroma hit my nose.

"Did you smell that?" I asked both of them.

"Yes." Thomas replied, "looks like McKenzie Blair is almost done with the food." He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.

Just because the food smells nice doesn't mean it tastes nice right? Right I assured myself. A lot of awful tasting dishes smelled nice.

"Alright boys," Blair appeared at the doorway, she was wearing a pink apron with black stars on it. She looked edible, probably more edible than her food. "Dinner is ready," she announced.

Jean stood up immediately, grinning widely. "Lets go!"

With that, Blair, Jean and Thomas headed to the kitchen. I just trailed after them to see what was going to happen.

The large mahogany dinning table was beautifully decorated with candles and flowers. The whole setting really looked....wow and I not including the food which looked devine like it was made by a high class five star restaurant.

"I made a three course meal: the appetizer is ox-tail soup and wheat bread, the main course lasagna and the dessert strawberry tart." She said smiling proudly.

I gulped and my stomach rumbled as my eyes roved over the food.

"Close your mouth," Blair smirked, "before the drool spills out."

"Hmph." I scoffed, "who told you that I'm drooling over this, I've seen better."

"Mmm I doubt," Jean's voice was muffled because of the food stuffed in his mouth. "This is the most delicious food I've ever tasted."

Blair smiled broadly at Jean, "why thank you." She turned to me, "you can seat and eat dinner because this is the first and last time you're going to taste my meal."

I made a face and muttered, "as if I want to eat the food." But I did sit down. The first spoonful I ate sent me straight to heaven. Blair's cooking was no mediocre, it was perfect.

"It tastes good right?" Blair asked smugly.

I looked up to see Blair, Jean and Thomas looking at me with comical expressions on their faces. "What?"

"Looks like you're really enjoying the meal." Thomas said grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Hissing I said, "whatever."

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Book recommendation: Whiskey in a teacup by DanaButterworth, it is so heartfelt, touching and realistic and for those interested in teen fiction, go check out The cellphone swap.

Parker

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