"Would you like any more coffee Sir?"
Sir answered above the din of the alfresco traffic in a clear voice,
"No thank you, its getting late and I need to see to My girl in the room."
The waiter heard every word. She knew this because he laughed as he collected their plates and coffee cups. She was in the throws of swallowing the last of her cool water from the icy glass perched at her lips. The world slowed as she heard each of the words come from His lips. She couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. Sometimes she is surprised, even shocked by the things He does to expose her. He is a private man but the confidence with which He exposes His girl in public always takes her by surprise. He may as well have lifted her dress over her head and bent her over the table to expose her bare arse, she felt no less exposed at that moment.
She fought to stop the water spraying from her mouth in shock. She could not look at the waiter. It seemed an interminably long time before he had collected the spent cutlery and exited the table area.
She looked at her Sir incredulously. He raised His eyebrow and said "Come on then." He drew His full frame above her, her mouth hung open, her eyes skipped with delight.
|photographer - Bruno Bozon|