Nice Mugs - Part VI

“So, you think  I’m attractive?” Micayla looked down at her half-eaten biscotti.  “Absolutely” I replied.  “I saw you giving me the once-over.”  She  laughed.  “Was I that obvious?”  “Absolutely.” She chuckled.  “Don’t worry...  I don’t mind.  Men are made to feel guilty for looking at woman when they are simply engaged in the process of natural selection.”  She grinned at me.  Micayla placed her mug to her lips taking a deep drink of her coffee.  I stared at her slender neck and watched her Adams apple moving up and down.  She exhaled, set her mug down on the table and looked at my face.  However, I was still looking at her throat and then slowly, I drew my eyebrows down and my eyes began to darken.  A grimace spread across my face, my shoulders stiffened and I looked up towards Micayla’s eyes.  Noticing the sudden change in my disposition, Micayla sat up straight and appeared very nervous holding her mug with both hands.  “Mikey?” I said tersely through pursed lips.  “What?” She looked defensive and her eyes began to scan the room.  “Short for Michael I presume?”  She took in a deep breath and once again took a swallow of her coffee.  Suddenly, she relaxed and turning towards me said “Yeah, Michael”.  “You were in the paper.”  I said quietly.  “Something about using the girls room at the High School” a few years back.  “Yep.  Fucking assholes expected me to piss in the boys room.”  She leaned back in her chair, suddenly very confident, one arm across the back of her seat looking over my shoulder out the front window.  Her right leg, crossed across the left, bounced up and down in rhythm with the soft music playing in the background.  “What the fuck.”  I slumped back in my chair and pushed it away from the table ever so slightly.  “Well, it was nice talking with you Mr. Smiley.  Have a great life!”    “Yeah” I mumbled.  My mind was racing and I could feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest, pumping blood to my flushed face.  I began get up from the chair and as I looked towards Micalya with a look of disgust, I could see her eyes welling up with moisture.  “This is fucked up” I said to her as I picked up my backpack.  Micayla said nothing in return.  I looked around the coffee shop wondering how many people knew the dark secret I had just stumbled upon.  It was a small town and Micalya’s  lawsuit was prominently reported in all the local papers and even the Boston TV stations had picked up her contentious battle with the local school board.  I looked towards Micayla again, and although she had turned away from me trying to hide her emotions, I could see a tear rolling down her cheek.“  “Fuck me” I said as I dropped my backpack and sat back down in the chair.  “Your a guy?” I said again as if there existed some possibility that I was wrong.  “No, I am most definitely a girl” Micayla replied firmly as she turned towards me looking straight into my eyes.  “But you have a rather large Adams apple” I said pointing towards her neck.  “Yeah, and a few other appendages that might surprise you as well” she said fiercely.  She stared at me intently, her eyes blazing.  “But make no mistake, I am the same girl that you wanted to fuck not so long ago”.  I leaned back in my chair trying to make some sense of the chaos that had suddenly descended upon the coffee shop without any warning.  “You’ll have to forgive me, but I am having a difficult time processing everything that just happened.”  “Nothing happened.  You simply acquired some information you had not anticipated.  Everything is exactly as it was a few moments ago.”  I glanced down towards her crotch without even thinking.  “Looking for something Mr. Smiley?”  “No.... I just...  This is all just a little bizarre.”  I leaned forward placing my elbows on the table and began to rub my temples.  “Would you like me to rub your head?” Micayla snickered.  “No” I said defensively waving her off.  I folded my hands and placed them on the table.  Taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders, I rolled my head from side to side.  Micayla kept glancing in my direction as she continued to scan the room nervously.  “Well, I will tell you one thing” I said smiling again.  “No offense, but there is no chance in hell that I will be cheating on my wife with you!”  I laughed heartily and Micayla after holding back for a moment, began to chuckle then she burst into laughter as well.