In a short, sheer, baby-doll negligee and coordinated pink panties, Candice Law is dressed to work at a drive-through espresso stand in Tukwila, and she is working it. Customers pull their trucks up to the window, where Law greets each with an affectionate nickname, blows kisses, and vamps about as she steams milk for a mocha. "You want whipped cream?" she asks, a sly smile playing on her pierced lip... "Do you like my leg warmers?" she asks. "Aren't they hot?" Hot is not the half of it. To stand apart from the hordes of drive-through espresso stands that clutter...