Pushing into the bathroom, checking out the woman who was leaving with interested eyes.  She was about to wash her hands when the creator of The Chart walked into the bathroom, the one, the only, Alice Pieszecki. 

            “Well, if it isn’t the lesbian chart woman,” said Rosita.  A smile gracing her full lips, dimples appearing as she did so.  Rosita saw the blush on Alice’s cheeks instantly.  Rosita Navarro turned, the water running, passing her hands under the water, giving Alice a look, a seething hot wanton look. 

            Alice swallowed, “You…um, listen to The Chart?”

            “Si, who doesn’t?” asked Ro, letting her Barrio accent drifted into her speech, wiping her hands she hopped up onto the side of the sink counter.  One foot dangling sexily over the floor.  She was going to play Alice for everything she was worth, one step closer to luring Shane into her clutches. 

            “Everyone listens, of course, yeah, cuz, you know, it’s the Chart.”

            Rosita laughed, thinking Alice was cute instantly.  Now she understood why Carmen had liked Alice, a witty confident woman who was just wounded by love.

            “So, why are you so mysterious, Rosita Navarro?  I’ve asked around..,” began Alice with a smile, moving closer to Rosita.  Then she stopped, Ro pushed back a strand of annoying stray hair, letting her eyes cast over with lustful thoughts of the things she could do to Alice.

            “Did you ask?  I like being a mystery, keeps the myth alive, Si?”

            “Myth?” smiled Alice.

            “Si, someone gets to know you fully, and it takes away from the magic, once you find out that its just an ordinary person behind the curtain, the lil wizard isn’t as interesting any more, is she?” asked Rosita.  The allure of being with the newest stud was that you might gleam some new information about them, and Rosita made sure that no one got any information.

            “I guess not,” admitted Alice.  “Then again, maybe she’s sexier, wilder, more alluring if you know what makes her tick.”

            “Is that what you want, Alice, to know who I am?  To know what makes me tick?  Or do you want to be who I am?  Or, do you simply want to be with me, while I am, who I am?” asked Rosita, her dark eyes drilling into Alice.