“Come to Papa, hot mama!” “I got something big and hard for you, sweet cheeks!” Serafina Luca fumed as she marched stoically past the line of construction workers. It was unfortunate her morning timetable required her to leave her building just as the laborers were taking their break. They sat around on the temporary barricades, stuffing egg sandwiches or doughnuts into their mouths, washing down the food with coffee, sodas or Red Bull. She stared straight ahead, ignoring the rude bellows, and hefted her perpetually overloaded leather satchel higher on her shoulder. “Nice legs!” “If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?” They weren’t even imaginative in their misogynistic catcalls. She’d have given them points for originality if they hadn’t just rolled out the same old drivel she’d been listening to for months.
