I'm getting pissed off. Then it comes to me ... the dagger! I rummage in the wooden chest and my hand closes on the hilt of the dagger."Let her go, yo... son of a bitch!" I'm yelling. I hold the dagger out in front where he can see it."Knife, huh?" he snarls. "We Venetians know about knives." You're not a Venetian," says Julie. "You are a god damn Calabresi."There is a lot of yelling and then he comes at me. Falls into the dagger. Dagger slips between his ribs. Then I am standing holding a bloody. David Paul Jones, you need to come with us right now,” one of the agents said, trying to sound official.I looked him in the eyes and said, “I’m not going anywhere with anyone but my cousin until I see her safely back to my house. You can walk with me or follow along in your SUVs. By the way, what agency are you representing?”“You will stop right there, or we will take you by force,” he said back, reaching for a Taser.“Look, man, you must not have gotten the memo. If you try to lift that Taser. Then he was off. I went back and sat across from Angela again."Did you have any more questions?" I asked."Are you going to do it again?" she said softly."I'm working very hard on not wanting to," I told her."Hm," was all she said.I looked at her for a minute. Angela was a porcelain doll. Long blond hair, big wide blue eyes, button nose, very pale skin, the whole bit. She even wore dresses all the time, most of which would be more appropriate for a ten-year-old. She was like a little doll.. You know." Gross!" he said, with less emphasis than he'd intended. He was suddenly aware of the side of her breast pressing against his ribs."I have," she confided shyly. "Thought about it, I mean."His eyes widened. "About me and another guy?"She punched his leg playfully. "No, weirdo! About me and a guy. Doing, uh, oral." She left her hand on his thigh. "But watching you do it would be sexy, too."He licked his lips, tried to put some banter into his voice. "Maybe we could share."He felt her.