Hugo told me to mind my own business.

I'd gone over to see how he was doing ever since Steve and Barbra took over Mocha Daze.

I found him in the back, putting one hundred pound bags of coffee beans in the store room.

He was sweating up a storm and his face was bright red. He looked like he'd either fallen asleep in the tanning booth or was about to have a stroke.

He put down the bag of beans and sat on it.

"Could you get me my bottle of water, sweetie?"

I picked up the nearby bottle at my feet and handed it to him.

He took three deep gulps, the water running down his chin, soaking into his shirt. He then rubbed the bottle across his forehead.

We shot the shit for about five minutes are so.

I told him he should fight back.

He just looked sad and said it didn't matter-- especially since this whole place was Charlie's dream-- not his. He was never meant to be a business man anyway. He was put here on this earth to be worshipped for his beauty.

I did a few of my "I'm not worthy" bows which brought a smile onto his face. He gave me his best Roman Emperor pose: his head tilted up, one hand on his chest, and the other raised as if to bless the masses.

Before I left he told me the only thing he was sorry about was that Steve and Barbra never gave him a kiss.


I looked at him, puzzled.

He said that usually when he gets fucked this hard, the other person will at least give him a kiss.

I helped him finish putting the bags of coffee away and then went home.