"But... I don't even know you name", he joked and turned around to face Cassie who was focused on the mirror wall behind him, applying more lip gloss....heir eyes met just as Cassie was about to respond with a smart comeback and her breath was taken away."Holy shit", Cassie said with a stunned look on her face which soon turned into embarrassment realizing she had said that out loud."Paul Flynn... how are you?" Cassie asked the blood still rushing to her cheeks turning her normally porcelain pale. I had no other reason to go up there other than to see her, but that was plenty of reason, all by itself, as far as I was concerned.It was in the middle of September, and I was out riding my motorcycle on a late Friday morning, when I first met Diane. I was starting to get hungry, so I was heading North through Santa Ana, planning on going to this little sandwich shop that I knew over by Chapman College in Orange. I had first discovered it when I was driving around with Donna the year before.. I got sort of embarrassed, but just told her straight up. "I am masturbating my wet cunt with my long fingers…" She opened her eyes wide and I laughed.But Paula did not miss a beat. "Do you mind if I join you…?” She whispered very softly.I had no idea what she really meant, because I really had never done it before with someone else. I just nodded my head a yes for answer…Then Paula slipped out of her jean shorts and sat with her back against the wall at the foot of my bed. She kept her t-shirt. Back then nobody talked about it. It was all shush be quiet nobody say nothing. There were all kinds of things that go on here then,’ Baltimore sipped his drink. ‘You mentioned about things which went on here? What about the people? Who was the boss here?’ I asked. Baltimore continued to speak, ‘Oh there was all kinds of things that happened here. The Bosses they were mostly those Italian fellows. They was big shots. They rode around in the big black cars and such. More than one time somebody.