It was a simple idea, but a grand one none the less. You slowly channeled your energy, focusing on a single plant, and it was done. A tiny, plump looking berry sprouted innocently from a plant a few feet to her right. She did not notice, her hands slowly working the earth beneath her, her focus entirely on her work. You would change that. A slight breeze rustled through the garden, ramping up slightly until her loose sunhat blew off her head and, conveniently, landed in the dirt right in front of your newest creation. A sign escaped from her lips as she walked over, snatching the hat and, in the process, noticing the plant.
Now, most people don't eat random fruits they discover, and in most cases, Monica would be the same way. However, there was a bit of influencing going on. Plucking the sinfully divine looking treat from the plant, it was in her mouth in a flash, and gone just as quickly. And like that, the metaphorical seed had been planted. And she went back to her gardening, and everything was fine. At least, for a little while.
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It had been a fine day, Monica reflected as she sauntered over to her massive, shiny new SUV- all thanks to her alimony pay-out, of course. She had tended her garden, covering much more ground than she originally thought she would, and now she was meeting one of her girlfriends at a local club to try and score some drinks. Her low-cut dress hugged her frame in a way that could only be described as sexy, one notch away from being slutty- especially on a woman her age, whom most would expect to dress a little more modestly. But Monica didn't care.
"About 2 leave. Better see u there!" She texted, her finely scrubbed nails ticking loudly against her phone's glass screen as she pulled out of her driveway, her blatant disregard for other people's safety noted by yourself. All the more reason to see this woman taken down a few pegs. The evening started rather uneventfully, of course. Drinks all around, many not being paid for by Monica- because of course she didn't buy her own damn drinks! However, around the third hour of drinking and dancing the night away, Monica doubled over in pain.
"Are you alright?" Her friend asked, words slurring slightly as her eyes widened at the sight of her friend (using the term friend rather loosely, mind you) fell to the ground, hands grasping her middle, slightly bloated from the drinks. Monica didn't respond, instead pushing herself to her feet and running as fast as she could right out the front door of the club, her stomach making very unpleasant noises as she ran down the street, stripping off her high heels at one point and throwing them to the side. Finally, she found her mark- a taco themed chain of fast food restaurants.
"Everything... Everything. I want every combo on the menu." She panted, sweating slightly- Monica wasn't one for exercise, especially running. The employee made a face, but when she threw her Black Ultra Credit Card on the counter, he shrugged and rang in the order.
And Monica waited.
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