Theo didn't know what to say. Jose just licked his hand where the dark smudge from Theo's arm was. Theo saw the look of hunger on Jose's features, and shook his head, saying, "oh, no you don't, man."
"Come on, just a taste, man!" Jose pleaded. "The game will probably change you back just the way you were anyway!" With that he lunged at Theo, who tried to block the Mexican's advance with his arms, but Jose's grip bent Theo's chocolate arms out of shape instead, leaving hand-sized impressions on his wrists. The smell of chocolate grew stronger. Theo was breaking out into chocolate sweat, like when you leave candy out from the refrigerator.
"Cut it out, Jose," Pablo said, half-heartedly. Secretly he wanted in on the action as well, and the scent was driving him on. Meanwhile, Jose got his mouth on one of Theo's fingers.
"Cut it out, man....oh..." Theo's consternation changed to ecstacy as Jose sucked on his finger. He never thought he could feel that good. His mood changed, however, when Jose took his mouth away and he saw that his pinky finger had been reduced to a nub!
"Jose," Pablo said...