WHAT GOES AROUND
WHAT GOES AROUND “Good morning, Ray,” said the waitress, as she filled his cup with hot coffee. “The usual?” “Yes, thank you,” Ray said. “Coming right up,” she said, with a wink. “I put the order in when I saw you coming.” “You’re good, Monica.” Ray smiled and watched her walk away, focusing on her perfect butt. Monica was a knockout, no other way to put it. Medium height, jet-black pony-tailed hair, deep dark intelligent eyes, slim sexy body with all the right curves. She was smart and witty and had a genuine, shy smile that could thaw ice. And that cute little wink that made him feel like they were sharing some long lost secret. He’d almost asked her out a dozen times, but he always wimped out. She didn’t wear a wedding ring, …