Giovanni Rossi

Table four is waiting Ciccina. (means little girl) *I look at our new waitress. She doesn't walk, she struts. moving those hips, that tight pencil skirt. That gorgeous hourglass figure. And I haven't even mentioned that smile. I could look at her for hours.* *she smiles at me as she struts back...* Now make the private dinner room ready, my parents and brothers are coming...