Sex Is About a Face, Not a Body
There is a “bikini barista” coffee hut down the street from my church. I pass it daily on my way into the office. It is next to a main road, easily visible by all, yet always has cars (pick-up trucks, to be precise) in the drive-thru. Sometimes I wonder what would compel a girl to work such a job. But I am more curious about the men who pull into the establishment, guilelessly announcing to…










