Chapter Six
I’m fixated on Henry and I need to know more.
Since Rico knows everything in the neighborhood, I start there, in his nightclub late on a Friday night, dressed in my short, leather miniskirt and a fresh white tee shirt.
“Clarise, what breasts!” I hear his explanation and turn to see him with his hips dancing sexually as he saunters toward me. Plopping himself in a chair in front of me, his big broad grin is plastered on his handsome Italian features, while his eyes look ravenous enough to eat me. “So, have you seen Tony?”
“No, have you?”
He shakes his head. “He was in love with you, hon. Shouldn’t have let that one go.”
“Well, you could have fooled me. Liked my cunt, I’m sure.”
In the back of my mind, I’m dwelling on the idea of Tony loving me. Just to think of that hunk
