At the end of our meal the waitress asks about dessert.

"None for me, I gotta keep my girlish figure to keep modeling." Maddie quips.

Without a second thought I say, "Your figure is perfect but I'll keep an eye on it for you."

I blush a little realizing what I just said.

Trying to move on I tell the waitress, "None for me either. I gotta watch my Boyish figure. I can't gain the wrong weight for football."

That's when I realized where I knew the hostess and waitress.

"Looks good from here." The waitress blurted.

She immediately turns bright red and pulls the bill, setting it down in...