Outside the Ice-cream parlor

You walk up the pathway next to the shops approaching the ice-cream parlor. Your heart feels as if it is beating a thousand times a minute. You cant belive you are going to meet Mr Crassle again.

When you woke this morning you found a message on your phone from Mr Crassle. "Don't forgot, noon, wear your coat from the party the the tallest stillettos you have".

Your very high heels make a sharp clicking noise on the the tiles as your approach the store. The coat is cinched around you very titly, as a cold breeze races up the inside of your coat, and your thigh, washing over your naked body under the coat.

As you approach you see Mr Crassle already sitting down at a table with a big grin on his face. You approach the table and with care you take a seat opposite him, making sure nothing exposes your luscious teenage curves.

"Joy, Joy, Joy, what a lovely sight you are," says Mr Crassle.

"I'm here, what do you want?" you reply.

"Come come, dont be like that, we are going to have some fun today" says Mr Crassle. "So whats your flavor ... chocolate ... vanilla ... no no I bet you are a 'cherry' sort of girl aren't you?"

He smiles and stands, giving you a pat on your hand. You watch him approach the counter and buy the ice-creams. You glance around, mothers with the children, the odd school boy with his friends skipping school.

Mr Crassle sits down again and hands you the icecream, conveniently it is a cylinder shape, perfect for you to suck on. You cant help but raise an eyebrow as you take the ice-cream from his hand, noting he has a softserve cone.

"Well then, while we enjoy our ice-cream shall we get down to business?" asks Mr Crassle