What does she write?

"Come with me, Nicky."

Christina's eyes briefly glaze over, then she waves at you. "I'll go tell the manager you're leaving, then, Nicky. And do try to be careful, Lisa. The last time you got overly passionate with Lil' Nicky here, she had to walk home with a rip in her panties!"

Lisa's smile is confident and assured. She tilts her head slightly and you automatically cling on to the crook of her elbow, following her as she walks out of the coffee shop.

"Oh, right, you won't be needing this..." Easily she tosses the clear apron away, leaving you in nothing but a pair of sopping panties.

All around you, people stare, gawk, some even hold up their phones for a picture. Nobody else is dressed like you, but people don't seem to be freaking out about it - almost like they treated it like an Old Rule.

"I saw what you wrote in the notebook." Lisa shook her head, aghast. "Why'd you do that? What's your fetish for having women be naked around you? Petite women, only able to wear thongs? What the fuck, Nicholas?

Oh, she knows everything... You feel your throat goes dry as she glares at you, notebook still in her hand, the morning breeze tickling your nipples and playing across your lips....