Today My Name is Caprice
Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Verbal, Source: LushStories
He enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those are the rules. The coffee shop is crowded, as is the street outside, midtown Manhattan in the afternoon on display through floor to ceiling windows. The room is large and old, brick walls, patterned tin ceiling rusting in several spots. The tables are covered in faded and mismatched plastic tablecloths. People are sitting in groups of two and three, talking, or by themselves, occupied by books and newspapers and cellphones and tablets and laptops. He takes a seat at a corner table so he can have full view of the room. He opens his laptop, fires it up, opens a window on it. He is rewarded with an almost inaudible chirp of a cricket, indicating he has a message. I’m here. Do you see me? No. Over by the window. At a table under that big ridiculous painting. Of the Minotaur? I hate that painting. I know. I know your tastes. :) Mmm. Yes. Now I can see you. What are you wearing? You can see what I’m wearing, dear. Yes. But I like it when you tell me. :) My hair is down. Those little ringlets you love falling on either side of my face. Just a hint of make-up, not too much. Pearl necklace. Thank you for that. The pearls? You’re welcome. :) The pearls, yes. And everything else. Keep going. White blouse. Tiny black lace bra underneath, ...