Joe was walking his fingers up my leg, attempting to slip beneath the old-school plaid skirt I was wearing, as he said, “Sexy skirt, lady.”

“Stop,” I said, playfully pushing his hand away. I was laughing and blushing, and I was as horny as hell because my boyfriend would not stop touching me.

“Here are the tacos,” the waitress said cheerfully.

Her name tag read Beverly. She was a tall brunette with bright blue eyes and a button nose. Adorable.

She placed two red dinner plates on the table and put down two blue platters full of food as she said, “Sharing, right? I got that correct?”

“Yes, we are sharing,” Joe said, patting my leg. “We’re hungry, and ready for all the tacos.”

She gave a strange... Read More