It was her first fromage à trois. She’d toyed with the idea for years, but the time had never been right. Now, released from the stifling shackles of a unfulfilling relationship, she was ready to cast away the ties that bound her to ambiguity. Pushed by a desire to discover the type of passion previously only present in her wildest dreams, and an almost illegal longing to have her palate lovingly caressed by more than one type of cheese, she was ready.
The night was balmy, a light breeze carried the faint scent of patchuaioli, and the neon open sign of BurgerFuel Newtown cast rivers of pale purple light over her milky skin. Senses heightened with powerful vulnerability, she allowed the C N Cheese to take control, giving herself completely to the moment. In a passionate frenzy, melted cheddar enveloped 100% grass fed pure beef, smashed juicy just for her. Sharp parmesan tickled her taste buds, taking her almost to the brink, making her feel more alive than she’d ever been. Creamy mascarpone cheese kissed her mouth and ran down her chin. In the throes of unbridled ecstasy, she didn’t notice. Truffle aioli wrapped her in a warm glow, and as she caught a glimpse of her flushed face in the stainless steel counter top, she saw a different person looking back at her. A person who would never accept just one type of cheese in a burger, ever again. It was undeniable that this hedonistic, full-body, super-natural fromage à trois wouldn’t be her last – and as she picked up a take-away menu she thought to herself , ‘maybe next time, I’ll save time and order online.