Standing next to the bench one peered into the batch of
peppermint ice-cream that was busily churning away...
Here's a bit of cultural trivia for you...
When looking for a recipe for simple peppermint ice-cream...
fooling around in the test kitchen has made one realise that while the rich egg
custard based ice-creams are lovely and would probably make a fabulous end to a
good meal or dinner party, one prefers the simple frozen cream concoctions...
one came to realise that the Americans and the rest of the world have a
division in what peppermint ice-cream looks like. Americans seem to make it
white with crushed up peppermint candy in it, while here it is pale green in
colour with chocolate chips. For this batch one split the difference, coloured
it pale green and put chocolate covered peppermint crisps in it.
Anyway back to watching... OK there might have been a small
spoon trailing in there for a sample... the ice-cream churning away with that slightly
hypnotic rhythm...
He came up behind one just as the spoon committed to the
ice-cream (thereby rendering one partially defenceless) and hugged gently. That
did not last, oh no. Realising that one was defenceless the hug morphed into a
grope with hands roaming around freely and a growing hard on pressing against
unprotected buttocks, before settling into cupping breasts and tweaking nipples
viciously.
Don't make one associate the smell of peppermint with
molestation
Why not He asked, sounding surprised that one wouldn't want
that very thing
Mutters like one can't see where that bit of programming
would end up...
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