The girl puts a finger on her mouth as she furrows her brow, deciding who to pick. Her other hand points and towards each of the lads in turn, Tim still weeping as the finger pases and Joe giving a shy of releif. The finger stops when it reaches Lyle, a young lad with a soft, small gymnast's body, with light blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. Alas the sparkle is more of terror and despair at the moment as the pretty woman presses he finger onto the glass and taps it lightly, turning around with a casual smile and speaking in a soft voice, "I think he will do just fine."
The waitress looks to the lad, a little dissapointed. It wa sperhaps a bit nieve for her to think he would last. Still, she raises her eyebrow quizically and asks, "Are you sure?"
The woman tilts her head to one side, giving a cute smile to the terrified Lyle and in a simple, chirpy tone, says “Yes.”
Lyle, behind the glass, had shrunk into the corner, his arms wrapped around his legs. He felt like he had a lump in his throat as he knew, there was nothing to stop the woman from choosing him. A tear streamed down his face as the waitress and the woman began to discuss what would happen to him.
The waitress had short, bright red hair and the complexion of a new born babe. She had delicate, pale lips and deep emerald eyes. She was an athletic woman with modest breasts and a figure that didn’t jut out. She was wearing the same god awful stereotypical French maid outfit all the waitresses wore. He could not make out the conversation, but his chest thumped a little softer as the woman made gestures outside and some forms were being filled in. It looked like that the woman didn’t want to eat him here, that he would be delivered some place. He gave a sniff and lifted his head in hope, he may have a chance to escape or better yet, the woman could be looking for a slave, he had heard it happened. Soon the woman left out of sight and he waited for the waitress to collect him. He trembled slightly, hoping that this was not the end, as the back of his little compartment swung open silently, the waitress waiting with a smile.
The waitress spoke in her usual taunting tone, with her eyes closed with an unnerving smile,” Okay, looks like you are being bundled off somewhere else. Do you want to take a guess where?”
Lyle looked at the waitress with a look of desperation. He had a feeling he was not going to enjoy the answer. He said, in a weak, crackled voice, “Wh-where am I g-g-going?” The waitress gave a cruel giggle…
