ScarlettMarie lived in the heart of a bustling city, but she loved spending time outdoors. Her favorite place to relax was by a picturesque lake where she could spread out a blanket and watch the sunset. Tonight was no different. She had everything ready for her special treat: two graham crackers, a slice of gooey chocolate, and a marshmallow that was just the right size.
As the cool breeze blew past her face, she carefully placed the marshmallow between the crackers and propped them open with a long stick. The flame from her lighter grazed the surface of the marshmallow, transforming it into a golden gooey ball. The sweet smell of burning sugar filled the air. "Oh baby, that's how you do it," ScarlettMarie said, licking her lips in anticipation.
Just as the marshmallow was about to reach that perfect level of crispiness, she heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. In the dim light of the moon, she could see a figure emerging from the bushes. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.
ScarlettMarie couldn't move. She felt paralyzed by fear and excitement. The man approached her slowly, his footsteps crunching on the gravel. He stood behind her, watching her intently as she waited for her s'more to be ready. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine.
Finally, the marshmallow was ready. ScarlettMarie carefully removed it from the heat and placed it between the crackers. She bit into the soft, gooey goodness, feeling the warm chocolate and graham cracker melt in her mouth.
The man hadn't moved. He still stood behind her, watching her every move. As she savored the last morsel of her treat, she felt him press against her, his hardness clearly outlined through his jeans. ScarlettMarie couldn't believe this was happening. She was usually so careful around strangers, but something about this man made her feel safe, even as her heart raced in her chest.
Without thinking, she turned around to face him. Their eyes met, and ScarlettMarie felt a spark of desire shoot through her. The man reached out and traced a finger down her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from hers.
ScarlettMarie closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss that would change everything. Instead, she felt warm, sticky fluid running down her chin. She opened her eyes in shock to see the man standing there, a smirk playing on his lips. In his hand was what was left of her smores sandwich, the chocolate smeared across his face, and in the middle, a toasted marshmallow.
With a twisted sense of humor, he said, "Sorry, I thought you said smores crackers poo!" and burst into laughter. The moment was shattered. ScarlettMarie couldn't believe she had been played like that. She stood up, wiping the remains of her sandwich off her face, and walked away without saying a word. As she left, all she could hear was the man's laughter echoing in the distance.
