Enchilada was a lovely gal. She worked in an office where she had to wear her hair up, her hem long, and sensible shoes. She smiled politely when others spoke, but everyone could tell that Enchilada had a secret.

Enchilada knew that taco Bob wasn’t right for her, but she didn’t care. He liked it when she undid her hair, and let it uncurl around her shoulders. He liked it when she wore flip flops, and loved the sound they made when they smacked her heels when she walked. And she liked, that no matter what she wore or how she looked, taco Bob looked at her like she was a queen.