When Oliver turned back around I could see most of his blow-up had been an act. He smiled and shot us a brief wink. "All right, everyone, from the top... Again. Straight on unless I stop you."He didn't for about ten minutes. By that time I figured his focus was mostly on the orchestra, but I was soon to discover otherwise. Right in the middle of Mario's and Cam's big duet he suddenly waved the orchestra to a halt."Did you have garlic for dinner last night, Mario, dear?" he asked. "Camilla, did. It was getting late and the streets were pretty deserted. It was an hour before her next customer, a straight fuck in the back seat of his car for seventy-five dollars and it was the hardest money she had ever earned. He was fat, had bad breath and a severe case of body odor, and he slobbered, actually slobbered over her. As he drove away she wondered if she would ever be able to forget his stink. Almost immediately two college kids pulled up next to her and she struck a deal with them for. I said, "Yes, Dembe, that brings back memories. Hope we can do that again sometime." I liked it also, Miss Julie," Dembe said, as he smiled and I went back to work, knowing that I had stirred some erotic thoughts in Dembe's head. From then on, each time Dembe was alone in the stock room and I went there, we kissed and kissed some more.It was not long until Dembe was pushing his manhood against my womanhood and placing his hands on my butt and pulling me to him as I slowly moved my mound against. She was just the side-kick. It hadn’t been too long ago when she’d thought that she’d turned over a new leaf about all that. When she shoehorned Junior out of the Red Rooster one night as that motorcycle gang was getting ready to take out his front row of teeth she thought that she had put hell-raising in her past.The back seat of a police cruiser, wearing handcuffs behind one’s back, is one of the loneliest places on earth. Roxie had always thought that she was used to being alone. Aunt Flora.