“Oh no, it didn’t go through,” she said, looking down at the register. It took me a second to respond. In trying not to get lost in my favorite pair of blue eyes, I had become distracted by the barista behind her, and her luscious, denim-covered derrière. “Oh ok,” I said. “Should I pull out?” … Continue reading Blonde Roast: A bad barista is punished and pleasured →