I guessed I'd be finding out about that sooner or later if we were going to be working together.I hadn't lied about working at a pizza place when I wa... a kid. I'd started as a freshman college student eighteen years before. The name of the place had been La Scala's—the owner had a thing for opera. I'd shoveled pizza for all four years of my undergrad. A year later, my first as a med-student, I met Hollie; we'd clicked and been together ever since. Happy too, until—until now.Hollie was a looker.. He had to be precise.Then he left.***Roland got in his car and left, having his plan and intent now. He knew of a weed dealer close to here.Several blocks over he parked his car and got out, knocking on the door to the small home.“Yeah?” came the reply from the skinny white man that answered.“Do you sell drugs?” he asked.“The fuck?” the skinny white man said.“I order you to answer all of my questions and do everything I say, but remain yourself,” Roland said. “Now do you sell drugs?”“Yes,” he. For a moment she could only stare as she took in this handsome specimen. Long and lean, she guessed him at over 6 feet tall with dark brown hair, cut in a popular style, the ends curling at the nape of his neck. His eyes sparkled with amusement and were framed with thick dark lashes, the kind any woman would kill for. He was rugged and masculine looking, Julie fleetingly wondered if he was single, then quickly brushed the thought aside. Blushing, she cleared her throat and ordered a vodka. And, right on cue, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Tim’s voice came through, “All guests are present and ready under the tent.” I called out, “Thanks, honey. We’ll be ready at 7:00, as planned.” Then Mom brought out of the bag long, white, lacy gloves that went over Helen’s elbows. Then a pearl (yes, fake) waist chain with a lead of pearls hanging down as if pointing to her pussy. Helen was looking at herself in the mirror, then at Mom and me. She was clearly nervous. I reached over and.