She positioned the blade between the cups and flicked the knife upwards. The cups flew sideways landing almost against my armpits.
“You look delicious,” Sarah said, “but you need some decorating.”
“What?” I feign ignorance.
She produced some whipped cream and frothed up my pubic area with it. Then she drizzled chocolate sauce over and threw on a couple of strawberries and crushed nuts.”
A knock at the back door startled me.
She made to open it.
“Hey what are you doing?” I demanded.
“Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone harm you.”
“You’re not going to let someone in with me looking like this,” I said indignantly.
She opened the door and a woman stood there dressed in a security uniform.
“Everything alright in here?” the woman asked.
“Yes, would you like some coffee and crumpet?”
“No, I’d better not,” the woman said. “Just checking why the lights were on.”
“I’ve got cream and strawberries for you,” Sarah said, and pulled her inside.