Suzie Q's [TM]

"I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q, bomp bada ba domp!" The famous song goes! (Written by Dale Hawkins, performed by the author and more famously (I would imagine), Credence Clearwater Revival.)

And I am CRAVING a Hostess Suzie Q [TM] and have been ALL DAY!

Here's the fantasy-'cos I know why you're here!

I step out of a tub which has sanitized me completely up three glass steps and then down three glass steps into a large glass tub filled with Suzie Q's[TM].

My toes squish in the cake and delicately, I lower myself down onto the hundreds of Hostess Suzy Q's[TM]. They feel springy and soft and support my weight (remember, folks, Hilda is HEAVY!) beautifully. A large platter appears and it is filled with the cakes. I take them one by one and cover myself in Suzie Q's{TM]. The chocolate sticks to my hands and I lick my fingers as I place the Suzie Q's {TM} on my body, stopping occasionally to take a bite.

My mouth fills with the taste of tender chocolate cake and creamy filling. Feeling decadent, I lick around the edges of the cake, at the filling-and then, unable to control myself, I open the Suzie Q{TM} and smash the filling right up to my mouth, I am sucking the cake dry of its filling and then, pushing the rest of it into my mouth. I chew and swallow. A cup of green tea (decaf!!!!) appears and I sip at the tea, cleansing my palate and then, I take another cake, lick around the edges and then biting into the cake, still filled with most of the cream. The mixture creating the perfect taste in my mouth-the ratio of chocolate cake to cream filling is divine.

Foodgasm! And then, sleep, takes me and I am warm and happy in my tub of Suzie Q's{TM}!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

(and yes I did TM it to death, I don't need Hostess suing me!)