I made sure that I caught a hold of the barrista's top as well as her skirt when I lifted her clothes up and over her head, and laid them aside on a clear, dry place nearby on the counter. The two women before me were now clad, each of them, only in the places where the other was not. The effect was oddly geometrical.

The poet seemed to be participating, in his own way. I liked that. It was a little bit like having a Greek chorus around.

I felt greatly overdressed, so I stood up, which meant that I stood up practically touching the nearly naked server. I shrugged off my jacket, and tossed it onto the counter as well. Raising my arms as she had, I asked her, "Care to return the favor with my turtleneck?"

I winked back at Molly. I had a hunch that if the coffee girl complied with my request that Molly would have a splendid opportunity to undo her bra at the same time. I couldn't wait until all three of us were nude.