“Don’t bother looking on the map. They call me out of the cellar whenever a reservation is made in English.”“How did you happen to end up here...”“Compliments of the U.S. Army. Arrived just in time for the end-war occupation. A lot of leisure found me in the clutches of my sweet Luciana. Got married and now I’ve got three little Dago rug rats running around. They all speak better Italian than English. I think they are conspiring against me!” Zeke jabbered away.“Fascinating. I wish I could spend. ’ I told him. He scoffed and ruffled my hair. ‘Shush. It’s a big day and I’m allowed to spend money on my boyfriend.’ I rolled my eyes and smiled. He never let me pay. Even if I had money, even if I had more money on hand than he did. ‘Okay, okay. But just this once.’ I teased. I knew he would ignore me. Dinner was fantastic. Ju held my hand the entire night, I don’t think I could have let him go if I tried. After dinner he brought me back to his apartment. Our apartment, as he’d once called. A few rich bastards would pull out a credit card, be ushered up stairs only to realise that if they had done that at the door they wouldnt have been caught short. I got a kick out of going down to them with very little on and telling them to get out. Pete would laugh when I came back up from the mosh pit as I called it, and spank my arse raw. Tonight was different though. The theme was totters and hottys. Pete had lined up a couple of extra dancers and staff. It was a money making way. Catch. Noscene seemed complete without Jock, however compelling the dominant womenwere.Being in his arms was divine ... so natural, so comfortable. Each loopreturned to Jock.*****Julian awoke in his sumptuous, girlie bedroom with rumpled bedclothes andhis thoughts in even greater turmoil. As he plodding to the loo, it neveroccurred to him how he got from the dining room to his bedroom, let alonehow his hair was done up in curlers.By rote, he followed the routine Giselle laid out the previous morning..