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Burnt Tree Hill
(Author Unknown)

      Their turn came, Ashlee saying to the cheery girl assistant, "Two double scoops please. Butterscotch and blueberry for me."

      "Mine's coffee and raspberry ripple, please," Breanna advised, moving to stand next to her sister. 

      "Make that three, will you, miss. Give me a scoop of strawberry and one of vanilla. I'm paying," an English male accent said, the man forcing his way in-between the sisters.  

      Clearly, they had not shaken off their watcher. It sent a shiver down Ashlee's spine. Breanna leaned forward slightly, to look around him, and gave Ashlee a quizzical sort of look.

      They were in their roman-style flat sandals so he was able to look down into their cleavages and he made no effort to hide the fact that that was what he was doing.

      "Mmm. Mmm. You've certainly got pairs of luscious scoops yourselves. I'll enjoy licking them later," he stated, matter-of-factly.

      "Cheeky bugger, you'll do no such thing," Ashlee muttered. 

      Before being able to expand on her comment, she felt his right hand slip under her mini and squeeze her near-naked left buttock.

      Shocked, she exchanged glances with her equally surprised sister, the knowing look confirming that his other hand was clearly doing something similar to Breanna. 

      His hand stopped fondling her and went to his breast pocket, producing fifteen dollars in notes which he presented to the serving girl, she having placed their cones into the stands at the front of the counter. "Keep the change," he advised, lifting up his cornet.

      "Erm ... err ... thank you," Ashlee said, having been brought up to always be polite, stretching out her arm to take possession of her ice cream.

      "Yeah ... thanks," Breanna added, reaching for hers.

      "The very least I could do seeing as we're going to be having a darned good root later," he said, as bold as brass.

      Nearly choking on her first lick, Ashlee recovered quickly to snap, "In your dreams, perhaps!"

      "You've picked the wrong girls if you think we're the sort that'll drop their panties for anyone, let alone for some old pervy pomme bastard that's full of bullshit," Breanna said, in a restrained tone, clearly trying not to draw attention to the three of them.

      Smirking, he stepped backwards a couple of paces, saying, "We'll see."