A Sensuous Moment
From behind the counter, she asked me if I wanted a sample. It took me five seconds to realize she meant the hot pocket sandwich she had just baked. I took the bite-sized morsel of sourdough bread stuffed with ham and provolone cheese. As I chewed it, I looked her over and devoured her honey-spun blonde hair, caramel-colored eyes, creamy complexion, and her slender body. I said it was delicious. She blushed. I ordered a cafe con leche. She told me to come back soon. I didn’t. It would have ruined that moment. It was the most sensuous meal I have ever had.