Dessert
I met Maria when I worked as the head bartender at an upscale California restaurant and lounge. She also worked at the restaurant as the eye candy known as hostess. She had just finished up her senior year of high school and took the job as a summer gig before heading off to college. She was smart and very attractive, but I have a weakness for Latinas. She was a perfect hostess; dressed always in nice summer dresses and various heels, a smile that never disappeared, and a cute way of turning...