Head on

I left the three people to their day and walked on. I came upon yet another smoking woman. She was at a sidewalk cafe and carelessly blowing smoke out into the air where passerbys could smell it. She was dressed like she was in some Paris cafe in a red beret and red leather pants. She wore large round lens glasses.

"I wish this woman would freeze, and I wish no one would care what I do with her."

The woman froze. I rifled through her purse, first taking all of her cash and pocketing her credit cards, which I'd throw a way later. I found a eyeliner pencil and decided to make her more French looking by drawing a handlebar mustache on her. I darkened her eyebrows with it before tossing it away. I then took off her beret and pissed it in before putting it back on her head. I spat a large loogie in her espresso then put her cigarette out in it. "I wish this woman does not notice anything unusual about her coffee or beret and does not notice what I drew on her face. I wish her nicotine addiction is now replaced with a semen addiction, and she needs to suck at least four cocks a day to satisfy her addiction."

I stepped back.