It spilled all over the place, and seeing as she was right up against the bed, the tall glass of orange juice spilled up and down the front of his clo...hes. She freaked out. It also spilled out over the bedsheets. It was a mess. He knew it and she did too. She stood there shocked and dumbfounded as she looked at the mess she made. “I’m sorry. I am soooo, soooo sorry sir. I am so very sorry” and as she said it she practically broke down into tears. Out of nowhere, she ran out of the room. As. The working hours varied with the amount of trade the restaurant got – obviously on the weekends we were busier while during the week, I often had time off in the afternoon after the lunch rush and before the evening customers started arriving.Next door to the restaurant was a tourist bar catering for the passing trade during the holiday season. It was run by a married couple – not Greek but French or Belgium – I was never really sure. The husband was around 50 years old, tall, long-haired and. “Ruby, that is the most delicious outfit I’ve ever seen on any woman in my entire life,” I truthfully said.“It’s a little tight since the last time I wore it—when we get home, you can help me ... out of it, if you’d like.”Damn—my mother’s as flirtatious as I’ve ever seen her. I’ve never seen her like this before—sober!“Richie?”“Yes, Ruby?”“I’m a little horny!”If I’d had a drink in my hand I would’ve spilt it right, then and there. “We could cancel our food and go home instead?” I whispered in. Angela pouted but she remained silent as he asked. "About 30 years ago I met your mother. I know you have heard that story a million times over the years but there are some things that we left out. You see when I saw her I was completely smitten. I did everything I could to win her heart but you can't force someone to love you. She gave me an ultimatum; we would be friends or she would leave and I would never see her again"."Why have you never told me all this?", Angela interrupted. She was.