They are like mindless bots awaiting permission to breathe or be seen.

Downcast eyes, sullen expressions, and I can imagine sex is given when ordered and probably missionary once the bloom of the honeymoon period has worn off.

“Are you ready to order?” A waitress comes to the side of the table beside the first blonde and blushes profusely without looking up. Instantly uncomfortable at being singled out first. That immediately uneasy reaction, her eyes fly to her husband, who ...