“You’re looking very smart, Richard,” says Mitch.
I follow the line of my wife’s attention. Haswell is dressed in full regalia: shirt and tie, pants, jacket and waistcoat, clearly tailor-made, grey with an understated check. The wristwatch is Cartier and I imagine not the variety of Cartier bought from a street trader at a ‘bargain price’.
Cartier “Thank you, Mitch.” He straightens the jacket. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should get a waistcoat, Larry,” says Mitch.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“It would suit you. You have the build to carry one well.” She comes close, slides a palm down my chest. “I’d like it,” she purrs.
My c**k twitches…
Christ…
Not here…
Haswell checks his cuff links. “I’d be happy to recommend you my tailor.”
Mitch casts ar
