Ice Cream Fantasy
 By sharon Lee Frye
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	It's a hot evening.  Very hot.  Your clothes are sticking to your 
 body and your hair is plastered to your head from the sweat. It's been a 
 long hard day, and you're almost home. 

        Unfortuntely, the air-condtioner gave out this morning and no one 
 can repair it til Monday. Oh, well, at least you can shower and put your 
 feet up. 

	But wait, what's that?  A new ice cream parlor?  And only a block 
 from your house.  This is definitely something to investigate. Ice cream 
 and air-conditioning, almost heaven.  As you step inside, you can see all 
 the chairs are on the tables, and the place seems deserted. 

        "Damn, they're closed."

	The lock clicks shut behind you.  You whirl around, and are 
 confronted with a nicley muscled chest encased in a clingy black polo 
 shirt, just inches from your face. You glance up, directly into Nunkies' 
 ice blue eyes.  Your salivary glands begin to work overtime.

	"My dear, we are only closed to the general public.  You are welcome 
 here anytime." Nunkies smiles, then takes your arm and leads you to small 
 table away from the windows. He pulls out a chair and seats you, then leans 
 over,  his cool breath drying the sweat on your neck, and says, "Wait here 
 a moment, ma petite, I will be back shortly." As he walks away, you notice
 his tight black jeans really define his ... assets. 

	After a moment of dazed lust, you notice Nunkies returning and 
 quickly wipe the drool away. On the table in front of you he place your 
 favorite sundae.  As he pulls a chair around to sit next to you, you reach 
 for the spoon. "No, no, my sweet, let me," Nunkies whispers in your
 ear, as he takes the spoon from your unresisting fingers.  

	Carefully, Nunkies brings a spoonful of ice cream to your lips, 
 his free hand pushing your hair away, his eyes locked on your face.  The 
 cold sweet ice cream slips past you lips, cooling your overheated body.  
 Your eyes drift shut.  Nunkies hand now rest upon your neck, and you wait 
 for the next spoonful. But it is not ice cream which next delights you, 
 but the cool pressure of Nunkies lips aginst your own.  And their effect 
 is not soothing.  Nunkies pulls you onto his lap, and cradles you in his 
 arms.  Despite the coolness of his skin, you can feel yourself heating up 
 again.  It is going to be a very hot night, indeed.

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 Sharon Lee     gfrye.idt.net
 FosSiL/LC/DK/UF/FKXS/NA/UA
 Love to eat dem mousies/Mousies what I love to eat
 Bite dey little heads off/Nibble on dey little feet
 "Everywhere I go, people irritate me." - Weather Report Girl
 FK and anime do mix.