We found a cafe near the hospital. There are not many guests here. The waitress in the pink apron was standing next to Ron with the menu, and I could clearly see her swaying her hips and rubbing Ron's arms. Ron, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it. He didn't turn down an offer from a strange woman. As the waitress served us coffee, she kept glancing at the Rolex Ron was wearing.
How can a woman not like a man who's rich and young? And for a woman to flirt so actively, what man can resist the temptation? Money lets a man do whatever he wants, but a woman has to remain faithful to her marriage. How ridiculous that sounds!
"Ron!" I hoped my voice would bring his fantasies about the waitress back to reality. "I think I have something to say!"
"Okay, I'm listening!" Ron leaned back in his
