Mocha Delight

She leaned into my coffee stained coat. Now dripping with a mocha lite, extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. It made my suit now distinct and regal and set me apart from the other men in the Room. I passed up the flower stand for a lapel this morning, passing the market. It was destinies way of telling me I should have stopped. She laughed at me but I could see in eyes a trace of clumsiness she carried with her from childhood. I pictured in my mind, her on special occasions, while assisting her mother with serving the main coarse of the evening bumping table and sending the carving knife in the lap of her un-suspecting relative. The blade cutting deep and she laughing the same laugh as the man rolling all over the floor in pain holding his groin. And other relatives trying their best not look as they try to stop the bleeding. She looked at me with my new chocolate ornate lapel. Making the best of situation. I added

"I hear it's newest in fashion nowadays.these chocolate lapels " I was now reaching for a few napkins on the counter. She reached over to assist me and knocked over a container of creamer on my pants. I looked down and spread my arms out.

"Great now look at me!" I looked around making sure none of my friends were taking notes from the office for the surprise early morning meeting.

The Giraffe of a woman put her well manicured hands over her laughing mouth.

"Oh my God I am so so sorry" I smiled with a bothersome look on my face. I pictured taking the remaining creamer in the container and pouring the thick milky liquid on her face and watching it drip and soak through her blouse and onto here Nicely curved breast. ( A fitting and proper place for milk.)

She started laughing hysterically and throwing sugar and cinnamon on my now richly lavished groin. Then she she poured the sugar upon her hair and breast and was dancing around laughing and throwing this cocktail of sweet perversion around in the air.

I took the sugar container and held her down forcing the sugar down her throat. Gagging and laughing, still a hysterical mess.

" Sir and what can we get for you this morning ?" The lady ask in flat well rehearsed tone. I looked around and saw the girl behind me playing with her phone. The sugar in its safe place and the creamer tidy and upright. My paints dry and felt the flower lapel in my new pressed suit jacket.

" I'll have a mocha lite ,hold the whipped and sprinkles."