by Angie Arcangioli
"I only licked it once. Why did I get a blister on my tongue?” Jake’s tongue was ruby-red.
“You know, it’s the enzyme.” Carlton’s wireframes slipped down his unctuous nose.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t act stupid, Jake, you’re the biology major.”
“You mean you made the lollipop with poison ivy extract, and you’re testing it on me?” Jake felt a surge in his bowels like the runs would hit him faster than the blister. He ran, sat, shat and listened to Carlton’s wicked laughter.
“The greasy creep,” Jake hissed. He made this for Audrey, I have to warn her.”