She ordered ice cream. Vanilla ice cream. My baklava is warm, sexy, and delicious. I dramatize every bite.

Charity takes hold. I ask, “Want a taste?”

She agrees and retrieves from my plate a heroic “taste” of baklava. The transaction is complete. I offered and she chose to accept.

That’s how this place works. I offer, you choose. I hope you stick around. There’s lots of tasty stuff here. It’s all available from four areas: Words, Pictures, Purple, and The Vault.