After an incident in the bistro last night that I’ve mentioned on several occasions, I just had to repost this story. I’ve been rewriting some of my stories anyhow, so this is as good excuse as any to repost them. It is not a hundred percent accurate, but like most of my short stories, it parallels my own life. Ah, I love frequenting the Bistro! 
I’ll have another story up by this evening. Have a grand weekend all….
beep..itie..beep….beep..itie..beep…
“What in the bloody hell is that?” I asked, as I briefly darted my eyes away from the road and on to the seat beside me.
beep…beep
“Oh, I’ve got a text message…Oh shit, I best watch the road”, I cogitated, as I sat back up straight.
After pulling into an empty parking lot, I opened my phone, and read, “Sean, do you want to meet me for lunch…Abigail”.
Immediately, I dialed her number.
Ring…Ring
“I see that ya got my message”, she said, whilst snickering.
“Where are you?”
“I’m wherever you want me to be”, she replied, as she burst into laughter.
“You are just wrong for that, girl. I’m in the parking lot of that little bistro, I was telling you about”, I muttered, whilst trying not to laugh.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there…It’s on Benson St, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a few”, I answered, as I pulled up in front of the bistro.
Whilst pulling up beside my truck, she stuck her tongue out, and gave me a curious wink. She leapt out of her car, slammed the door, ran up to me, and sprang into my arms. As we fell to the cold and crude excuse for a sidewalk, I cried, “Are you crazy?”
“Just about you”, she answered, as she peeled me off the walkway.
As we passed through the front door, I realized that Maolisa was working. Sitting in a booth, opposite of the counter, I saw her slamming plates and dishes around, as if she were in the middle of a tornado.
While searching the rectangular room, with a counter erupting out of the centre, I saw Maolisa staring at me, with angry ripples bulging from her forehead. Her exquisite soul glimmers through the jealousy that has stolen her beauty. While turning back to Abigail, I noticed a man in the corner, adorning a moth-eaten trench coat and a sin-laden spirit.
In a moment, the waitress walked over and asked, “What can we get yall”?
“Oh, I think I’ll have the Chef Salad and coffee, how about you, Abigail?”
“Emm…Give me a sec”, she replied, as she scanned the menu, and continued to play footsy under the table.
“Whoooff…Damn girl, wait ‘till later”, I whispered, whilst grabbing her shoe and moving it away from my legs.
“I cannot believe that he brought another woman in here”, Maolisa mumbled, whilst pointing at me.
“While you’re looking at the menu, I’m gonna run to the restroom”, I uttered, as I stood up and treaded towards the bathrooms.
As soon as I entered the back-room, where the bathrooms were, Maolisa busted through the staff door, ran up, and struck me with her right open-hand. Then, she proceeded to push me through the men’s bathroom door.
After forcibly slamming me up against the wall, she gazed into my eyes for a brief second, turned away, and began weeping. Laying my hand on her frail chin, I lifted her eyes to mine, and said, “I’m sorry”, as rivulets of mascara stained tears began to pool around her lips.
Suddenly, she began hitting me in the chest. I grabbed her hands, and struggled to hold her tight.
“Let me go”, she exclaimed, as she struggled to loosen from my clench.
“Not until you calm down a bit”, I replied, as I pulled her closer.
“How dare you bring another woman in here, after all that we have done and said to each other”, she cried, as I let her go.
“How dare me…How dare you! You are a married woman! Don’t talk to me about morals”, I answered, as I stepped away from her.
“Oh, what a short memory you have. I don’t suppose you remember the other day and the subsequent night?”
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I had been visiting frequently, just so I could lay my eyes on her. I’d enter, sit down across from Uncle Elethan, and give her a wink. I was aware of her being married, but had never met the lucky bastard.
It was the middle of February, or was it the end of February, when we had our intimate encounter?
Anyway, I entered the bistro, sat down in a booth by myself; she approached me and asked, “What can I get for you?”
“I think you know what I want”, I replied, whilst grinning from ear to ear.
“Okay, two eggs over medium, country ham, grits, and me on a platter”, she mumbled, as she giggled and swayed her hips back and forth.
“You’ve got it”, I answered, as I sipped my coffee.
After eating, I asked, “Why don’t you come sit for a spell”?
“Can’t do that, I’m afraid”, she replied, whilst smiling and filling out my ticket.
She handed me the ticket, winked, and walked away. It was then that I knew I was in for trouble. The trouble I had never had the pleasure of being in. I flipped the ticket over, and it said, “Meet me in the back, I need to talk to you”.
Therefore, I jumped up from where I sat, and headed towards the bathrooms. As I passed through the door, she leapt out of the darkness, and whispered, “My husband gives me no attention…I’m gonna leave him”, as she started running her hands round my waist.
“Oh”, I mumbled, whilst in a passionate and juicy osculation.
Before I knew it, we were fondling and necking each other. Wet tongues were filling empty voids, hands moving in unison, setting into motion a fire that had burned within both of us for a long-time. Heated panting and gentle stroking aroused veiled erotic zones.
“Why did we wait so long?” She enquired, as her voice shook, from the flood of desire.
“You’re married for one thing”, I responded, whilst gasping, from her hands running down into my shorts.
“Maolisa”, echoed through the walls of the bathroom.
“I must go, but I’ll stop by your place later”, she muttered, as she pulled out of a delicate embrace.
Her long flowing blonde hair fell along her face, hiding her wondrous eyes, as she tucked my shirt back in and smiled. Eyes that are as captivating as the stars themselves. I had got lost within the void. She was so desperate for love and attention. That is all that she wanted in life, to be loved.
What happened that afternoon and the following evening fell back on my shoulders, as if a gavel had slammed against the judge’s podium, and my fate was set in print.
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So, on with the story, yeah?
Back to the future, or is it the present?
“No, I could never forget what happened between us. There is something special between us. We….are soul mates, Maolisa”, I answered, while shuddering with emotion.
She wrapped her little arms around me, and began to squall. Tears poured from her eyes, like a flood ravaging everything in its path. Those tears, cause by my desire. She had everything to lose, and I only had something to gain, her.
“Ssshhh…It’s going to be all right”, I whispered, as I ran my hands through her hair.
“I’m so tired of fighting. You are all that I think about, and my husband says….says…I’m…I’m ugly”, she mouthed, whilst wiping her tears on my shirt.
“I’ve got to get back out there, before Abigail suspects something. Why don’t you stop by the house, so we can talk”, I muttered, as I rubbed her back in a circular motion.
She bowed her head, and released her grasp. She glanced at me with a gleaming look of desperation. Those recherché aqua blue eyes, riddled with red blotches that I caused, blinded me like headlights to a deer.
I passed through the bathroom door, and discovered Abigail standing at the counter, holding a bowl of chilli in her hand. Holding the bowl over her head, she walked over, flipped it upside-down on my head, and said, “You fucked up boy! You’ll never get a piece of ass like this again”.
She stumped out, so as I was about to follow her, Maolisa caught my hand, pulled me close, and began kissing me in front of everyone, including Abigail, which was looking through the window.
“I’ve got to go”, I cried, whilst breaking from her clutches.
“You’ve got pieces of chilli all in your hair”, she uttered, whilst laughing and cleaning the muck out of my hair, with a damp towel the other server had given her.
“Oh yeah, this is real funny”, I cried, as I realised that all eyes were on me.
“Meet me here, tomorrow at lunch”, she muttered, whilst playing with the innards of my pants pocket.
“Be careful, Sean…It’s okay, they won’t say anything”, she whispered, as she gave me a parting kiss.
“I love you”, she screamed, as she waved at me. This is my perplexity folks. Is it real, or is it fiction? Well, I can say, is that it’s partly true, and I’m in some serious trouble.
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