Victoria awoke to a dull pounding in her head, “I shouldn’t have drank all that scotch”, she thought to herself.  “Rosa”!, she yelled,  “Where is my bloodymary”?  Victoria knew that it was the only cure-all for her hangover, she then turned  over to find, Robert her husband, has left again without kissing her goodbye, she felt sad.  Rosa walked quickly to her side with the magic elixir in hand.  “Oh thank goodness”, she moanded grabbing the drink off the tray and gulping it down, all of a sudden she hears the thud of heels coming down the hall, “That could only be my personal assistant Margret”, she thought.  Margret worked for Victoria for ten years Victoria would be lost without her.

“Mrs. Hunt you have lunch with the your friends at noon today and don’t forget your hosting  a cocktail party at eight this evening”, Margret said.  Margret added, ” Your stylist, makeup and hair people will be here in 30 minutes”.  With that said, Victoria jumped out of bed, flung her nightgown off and jumped into the shower.  In the shower she was thinking to herself for a moment, “What I would give to have some sexual passion back into my life”.  That thought quickly left her as the tasks of the day went by. 

Victoria was on her way to lunch with the girls, she relished these lunches because she gets to catch up on the latest gossip in town, plus they dump on each other, about how bored they are with their husbands working all the time and not paying enough attention to them.  “You know I have to schedule sex with my husbands secretary, otherwise I won’t get any”, said one of the ladies.  “I can top that I already went through five “BOP’S” and my husband  has yet to have sex with me, another lady said.  All of a sudden all the ladies turned around and asked in unison, “What are “BOP’S”?  The lady answered, “Well, Battery operated boyfriends of course”!  The group broke out in a wild laughter, which made some of the patrons in the restaurant turn around and look sternly at them.

“Well, ladies it looks like you all are having a good time, my name is Roberto and I’ll be your waiter today”, he said in a husky Latin voice.  This made Victoria’s toes curl.  The ladies including Victoria were all goo-goo for the waiter.  Roberto was a bronze god, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and piercing hazel eyes, that could see right through you.  Roberto took their orders and turned around to fetch their drinks and food.  Victoria had her eyes glued to his butt and was thinking all different kinds of naughty thoughts.  Lunch took longer than usual because there was talk about tonight’s cocktail party.  Lunch ended and the ladies did their fake air-kisses and goodbyes.  Victoria turned to leave and as she did so, her eyes met Robertos, there were those piercing hazel eyes again burning a hole right through her, she stopped for a second and then rushed away to the waiting limo outside.