"Espresso Latte"
All right! For those who have been waiting for this, congratulations! You are going to finally going read about the infamous Beach Orgy. Yeah, John read what I've written earlier. We were on the couch, going through the material. He was like, "Honey, that's a lot of action at that beach! Maybe you should turn this one its own chapter!"
At first, I was like,
I can't make a chapter like this! It'll be all too confusing to the readers!
I kept thinking that throughout my stay, but then people came to me asking if I put in the Beach Orgy in there. I did say it was mentioned in an earlier chapter. They told me to put it in as a chapter. John was the initiator and my friends supported him! I gave in! I originally wanted to write about a track athlete in my sorority getting this flavor of the day! Thing is...she was the one who initiated the Beach Orgy in the first place! I'll tell you all about this minx with pride!
Elizabeth Larson was our star track athlete in our university. She was also the tallest, standing at 6'5". She had a mixed heritage, part Swedish, part Barbados. She had frizzy cobalt blue hair and bottle green eyes. Her frame was a small from breasts to hips. Her head was energetic, spinning with her favorite things and dreams. She was Pam's bet friend.
Elizabeth got out of bed early and already stretched her joints to start her morning jog. She was about to head out when her smartphone rang. She had to snatch it and answer since everyone else was asleep. She went outside to talk. "Yeah?"
"Really? Is that how you want to greet your big sister?" A voice cracked through Elizabeth's ear. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "What's up, Kim?"
"Better, but I'm an accountant of the new insurance company."
"And you expect me to treat your new title as royalty?" The girl snorted and bend her legs. "What do you want, Kim?"
On the other line, Kimberly Larson sucked on a lemon drop. Her orange-yellow hair was tied in a bun with a few loose curly strands. She sighed to her sassy sister and replied. "Listen, Liza, we have a merger from an international CEO from Osaka. Our president wants me to host a dinner party this coming Friday. I want you to help me cook out a three-course meal."
"Well, okay. So, soup, meat and potatoes and dessert?"
"It's not as easy as it sounds." Maggie admitted. "We need exotic ingredients for this dinner. And by exotic, I mean..."
"Oh no!" Elizabeth held her breath when her sister finished her sentence. "We need ethnic Japanese cuisine. Tempura, sushi, sake, the works, you understand?"
"Crystal clear." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "But how will we be able to cook a Japanese dinner if we never cooked it before?"
"Well, don't you have friends that are from that place? Ask her!"
"Maybe you can google some of this stuff in your spare time?"
"I'm at work, Liza! I don't have time to investigate this! I want you to have the recipes by Friday! Okay?"
Liza made a groan. "Fine. I'll look at the Japanese cuisine." After she hung up, she grumbled before heading out to jog. This was one of the ways to calm down. She always ran whenever her thoughts were cloudy. In this instance, it was her frustration to her sister's request. Her thoughts wondered as she jogged.
A Japanese cuisine? What was she thinking?
She thought as she turned the path to jog into the woods.
Does she want to be promoted to President herself this bad? I can't believe she wants to impress a CEO from Japan. Who is he?
Her thoughts led her to the Cookies & Cream diner. She panted a little and sucked her last breath. Once she exhaled, she was about to go in. And POW! A door opened and smashed her! Claudine came out of the diner with a pint of apple ice cream in her hands. Emma waved to her friend's daughter.
"So long, Claudine! Good luck!" She hummed her song when she saw a flattened Elizabeth on the door. "Oh, Jesus help me! You poor dear!" She moved around the door and pulled her from the door. "You okay, Liza?"
"I've been better." The girl sighed as Emma took her into the diner. When the co-owner placed her in the booth, the young girl put her head on the table. "Oh boy. I got a whooper of a problem!"
"What problem is that, Sug?"
"My sister invited her boss and the President from a foreign company that wants to merge. She wants me to cook an authentic Japanese cuisine for them on Friday."
Emma grimaced over the girl's ordeal. "Wow, Sug, that is one tall order. I mean a Japanese cuisine is rather difficult to master. Trust me, it took me three years to make that onion volcano."
"A what?"
"Course, your sister wouldn't expect you to do that. So, what did she want from you?"
Liza stumbled a few words when she answered the question. "Tempura stuff and some sushi."
Emma nodded to that. "Well, sushi isn't a big deal. You put rice in nori and roll it to a cylinder."
"What's nori?"
"It's a type of seaweed, but you'll learn about it. I'll help you, and so will Charles."
"
Help with what, love
?" Cried Charles from the kitchen. Emma turned to the kitchen. "We have someone who needs to learn how to make Japanese cuisine in two days."
"
Oh, Jesus Christ, Emma
!" Charles came out of the kitchen and wiped his hands with a paper towel. "That sort of food takes weeks to master that Onion Volcano! Oh, hey, Liza. Anyway, if you really want some authentic Japanese food, I'll volunteer."
"Babe!" Emma beamed at her husband. Liza smiled to him. "You really want to do this?"
"Of course, free of charge. Your sister worked for us during her college break. We told her one time, 'She helps us, we'll help in return.' The key word is trust, young lady. It's the foundation of any relationship."
"That's great!" Liza got up and hugged the elder Brit. "Man, I will give Mags a call about this. She'll flip her wig!"
"Oh yeah, darling, no prob. I got recipes for fried rice, teriyaki salmon and the like! So, what size kitchen do you have?"