The Yogurt (based on veridic events)

There it was. There is nothing else in the fridge. Just the pale light, just the cold. On the door, there are all sorts of sauces: bar-b-q, ketchup, mustard, grape jelly... On the lower shelves there are some bottles of beer and soda cans. But on the top shelf, there was nothing, nothing but the heavenly-looking cup of yogurt.

Its flavor was strawberry, and you could taste the rich, thick, gooey white substance on your tonge. "Umm", you think. And as you reach in to grab it, a thought pierces your mind. "Don't. Don't, it will bring illnesses towards you".

The yogurt didn't belong to you. It belonged to your Chinese roommate, he who has been fighting the people upstairs for the past two weeks. The people upstairs are loud; he is fed up with them. But you... you are not bothered. Actually, you couldn't care less. the last time you ate his yogurt he flipped out. He ranted about everyone slurping his yogurts. You didn't know he was going to go like that, and your other roommate, the Japanese girl, she said that he wouldn't mind. She lied to you, a fellow woman, how inconsiderately conniving.

But the yogurt looks so tempting in the fridge. All alone, on its own shelf, waiting, seducing. You slammed shut the fridge's door. To open it seconds later, slowly, hopeful that the stupid, beautiful thing would not be there. But, it didn't work. It was still there, looking at you, calling at you. Oh, the hell with it, right?

You grabbed it. You tore the cover. You sank a spoon in it, and you licked that spoon as if you were having an orgasm. Like your first one. Maybe you will be dead tomorrow, killed by your tantric Chinese boy roommate. Your Japanese girl roommate will laugh at your corpse. She never liked you. Who cares? You are having the orgasm that was waiting for days in the cold, white insides of that fridge. And the sweetness of the illegal, and the sweetness of its strawberries melting around your tongue is so good.

The end.

(The preceding was a fictional story based on veridic events. The characters are fictional, the situations are half-true. Any likeness to real life is just pure coincidence).