From Cookie to Chicken Boy

Most people know that Belle Darlin is my daughter. Not everyone knows she has a twin brother. Some may have heard me refer to him as Gingerman. He has a good friend that we will refer to as Cookie.

Cookie has been around for years. He has always been very good at doing what is asked of him around my home. He has helped paint, do yard work, and run errands. He is the puppy dog type.

Recently, Cookie got a job at a local fast-food restaurant. He and Gingerman were planning to go hang out at the park, after Cookie got off work. He asked if we wanted anything. My son said no. I told him I wouldn't mind something. Damn, if he did not bring 20 pieces of chicken, a large container of macaroni & cheese, a container of mashed potatoes & gravy, a container of red beans & rice, a container of Cajun rice, two chicken sandwiches, and a few apple pies. He brought all of this for me. When I thanked him, he leaned in and whispered in my ear that he had found my profile on Twitter. He hoped I was happy with my first tribute. Wow, really? "Good start", was my reply.

Now it looks like I have a cookie that has become a possible chicken boy. You just never know where you might find the next submissive.