“Hey boy! Goddamn you, get away and leave that to Bella before I feed her your nuts! Get downstairs and help with dinner!”
Bobby scrambled up, wiping his chin, while Bella, a veteran bar cat and boozer, sat happily lapping up the rest. He dared an uneasy glance at Naomi with his “Yes, goddess.”
Also just over forty, Jeri’s former cellmate and mentor, the one who’d recruited and initiated her, was growing more voluptuous and less muscular these days. To Toni it looked like the only lifting she’d been doing lately involved twelve-ounce curls. A dark-skinned Dominican with a tight cap of blonde-frosted fuzz (matched by her dyed and bristle-trimmed thatch unless habit had changed) she’d always had the big boobs and booty prized by the guys of her race. Now however these seemed on the verge
