ROSA
Rosa strutted down the sidewalk, swaying her hips from side to side as every man turned to look at her.
She enjoyed this attention after having gone without it for so long.
She walked into the restaurant, looking around for the woman she should be meeting.
“Hello Ma’am.” A waiter sided up to her, looking at her like she was some goddess come down to earth. “Would you like a table?”
She turned to smile fully at him and the man became a literal dunce.
“I have a table reserved under the name, Rosa. I am here to meet someone.” She said in her low voice, the voice that seemed to have even more effect on men.
The manager, looking even more stupefied, turned around and glared at the restaurant receptionist who ran over. He explained the situation and the man nodded.
“Your table is
