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 Like Sex for Chocolate, by Medea (medeafk@hotmail.com)

   Late at night in the bakery display case, a large gingerbread man
reaches for the chocolate woman-shaped cake beside him.  Her eyes are
painted closed, and she is posed as though she is reclining in bed.  When
he touches her, her frosting melts slightly.  He's warm, as if he were
fresh out of the oven.

   He leans against her, his icing mouth rubbing against her fudge-flavored
leg.  Chocolate smears onto him as he crawls up the side of her cakey body.
She remains motionless, as if sleeping, but he thinks he sees her mouth
open into a quivering O.  He makes his way to her stomach, and lies on top
of her, arms across her breasts, feet touching her German Chocolate mound.

   In the morning, when the bakery staff arrives, they find him back in his
spot on the tray, covered in frosting, not yet dry.  Beside him, the
surface of the cake is marred, but repairable.  The manager makes a note to
reprimand the closing staff for their rough handling of the baked goods,
and munches on the unsalable gingerbread man as the cake woman is whisked
away to have her decorations retouched.