The Waiter Serves Spaghetti

Belinda slowly raised her hand to the clasp at the top of her gown. As she undid it the material fell to each side. Of her body. In a restaurant again she thinks it's a fricking changing room. Hank sat back in his chair. His eyes still fixed on Belinda's chest. And removed his hand from her thigh as the waiter served the first course. Oh I see. Yeah, behave yourself now as a waiter.