I had a dream last night …
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I sat by the window in a restaurant, looking at her as she kept talking incessantly. I wasn’t listening but I liked her giggles and her talk. I smiled back at her when she giggled. The sunlight through the window lit up her face. She looked beautiful. My eyes wandered to her eyes, lips and X-rayed her through the pink blouse she was wearing. She continued talking as if unaware of my glances and what I might be thinking.

I was interrupted in my daydreams by the waitress who came with the burger she had ordered. She placed the burger on the table, smiled at us and left. I took another sip from my coffee looking at her as she went on and on. I placed my palm over hers on the table and squeezed lightly. Suddenly she stopped talking and blushed lowering her eyes. I smiled as she sat there with averted eyes. Then she looked at me and beamed.

My eyes fell on the burger on the table. Suddenly the devil inside me came back alive. I looked at it and then at her with an evil glint in my eyes. She knew the look too well and her smile vanished. She knew whatever I was thinking, won’t be very ‘nice’. It never was.

I took the burger and placed it in front of me on the table. She gave me a look wondering what I was up to. I leaned towards the table, supporting my chin by my left hand on table as if deep in thought. I took the fork and turned the burger in the plate evaluating its shape.

“What are you doing? She asked, the confusion clearly evident on her face. I gave her a half smirk/half smile. I pressed the fork at the center of the bun lightly and dragged it towards the edge looking at her with a wicked grin on my face. She looked at the fork scratching the bun. Her eyes widened when It dawned upon her. It was only last night that I used the fork in the bedroom rather than the dining room. I grinned at the look on her face. I started scratching the edges grinning at her.

“You are crazy” she said half amused, half complaining. Pretending to be angry, I poked the bun with the fork. She pouted giggling. I started tapping the bun with the back of the fork. She looked around nervously checking if someone was watching.

“Please stop it” she pleaded with her cute smile. I stopped after thinking for a moment. “Pour the sauce on it” I ordered her. She nodded and obeyed. “More … I want it fully covered” I said. She nodded again and did as she was told. I gave her the fork and leaned back in the chair. “Spread it” she blushed and cast her eyes down and spread the sauce on the bun so that it was coated with sauce.

I took the knife. “Now, pour some on the blade. I want it slimy”. She poured more sauce on the blade and spread the sauce using the fork and then waited. I placed the blade on the bun and started cutting the bun slowly along the centre. The blade slowly disappeared into the burger. I started moving the blade faster and faster as it sunk deeper. Almost near the end now. I pulled the blade out almost and pushed it in full almost cutting the burger into two. I looked at her. She was staring dumbstruck at the blade.

“You want it” I asked. She nodded. She seemed to have lost her voice for a moment. I raised my brows questioningly. “Yes sir, I want it … Please” she added in the end. I nodded. I turned my attention towards the burger like a butcher with a blade. I plunged the blade into the bun. ‘Slash’ the blade sunk completely, cutting the burger into two. I let the blade rest in the middle of the burger as the mayo sauce mixed with ketchup started pouring out through the edges.

“Eat. Don’t you dare waste a bit” I glared at her. She nodded and ate the two pieces quietly, sometimes peeking at me from the corner of her eyes. Then she put the knife in her mouth and licked it clean. There was a drop of ketchup flowing down from the corner of her mouth. She was going to wipe it off using a tissue when I stopped her “No, swallow it”. She nodded. She wiped the drop with her middle finger and sucked it off from her finger.

“Thank you Sir” she blushed again.