Really, there is a story of why the peahen's call has a raucous laughing sound to it. The peahen has ugly feet. It is said that she screeches every time she catches sight of them. You can never forget the laugh of a peahen—raspy from doing too much of it after looking down at her feet. Irritating, but understood.
Girls on chocolate boxes. Nude girls on chocolate boxes. That's what Lotte paints. "You really should pose for me sometime," Lotte tells Jolie. "I've got a holiday chocolate-box cover you'd be sweet for. I could just eat you up. Silk truffles in pink, the month of February."
Franchaunze Chocolates. The heiress, Lotte Franchaunze-Lawson melts like her Chocolate Belles. "Relax Lotte, you're as tense as a peahen with laryngitis."
"Will you put on that Tibetan temple-bell CD?" Lotte asks Jolie. "I'll pay for a few extra minutes."
"Sure, doll."
Merging old-fashioned, well-blended chocolate confection recipes with oil-painted nudes on the chocolate-box lids proves to be competetive with Ethel M's deck of fudge and milk-chocolate foil-wrapped coins.
Lotte's chocolate-box nudes make her the most sought after. She has a rich sexuality that most women don't know in their 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's and 60's. She has fuck-me-sweet affairs. And when she strips that layer, she gives out gift certificates for mouthfuls of sweet temptation. Signature Cream! Bing Cherry! Satin Belles! Silk Truffles!
As I recall, good chocolate is made my a kneading process, much like Jolie is doing to Lotte. It's called conching, and it breaks down the chocolate particles to microscopic size. Thus a good massage does to one's tenseness and tightness.
Good story sage, with plenty of sweet double meanings at the end. Alas, I don't feel as if I am one who would be privileged to sample Miss Lotte's chocolates.
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