Dustbowl Days
an excerpt

He stared at her face and nibbled at his sandwich while Ruby savored her mashed potatoes. The feelings he got watching her eat weren’t exactly sexual -- they were even more satisfying. They sated his soul in a way that a mere carnal relationship could never do. Soon there was nothing left on her plate, not even a trace of gravy or whipped cream. It was like the plate had already been soaped clean and dried. Clarence had a brief moment of something akin to panic when he thought she was done, but then he realized she hadn’t even tucked into the basket of chicken yet. She bent down, opened the basket, pulled aside the cloth and grabbed a drumstick from the pile of chicken, bit into it and held it in her mouth while she juggled the piping hot biscuits. Grease ran down the right corner of her mouth while she dug out more chicken and set it on the previously cleaned plate in crisp golden piles. She took a huge bite off the drumstick, yanking it out of her mouth by the handle, and chewed slowly, letting out a little moan that sent jolts of electricity running up and down Clarence’s spine.