“Good Lord, do these guys ever stop coming?" Taylor turned her eyes towards the grinning Argentinian who proudly displayed his succulent offering. The tastes and smells of the evening delighted her senses, but her body could only handle so much indulgence. Her over-stimulated mouth failed to produce words. The name "Ricardo" rolled around in her mind every time she read the nametag of her gaucho waiter. "That's the beauty...