My stomach sinks.It sinks more when we walk through the door. This isn’t an apartment. This is a fully decked out penthouse, complete with white rug... and iron lamps. Rabí lives here alone, a mid-thirties business man with this kind of pad. There must be beautiful women coming through every week. He gives Jake and I a tour through the kitchen, office, living room, the master bedroom and bathroom. The shower is big enough for all three of us to jump in right now, but I can’t believe I’m imagining. ‘Who the fuck is John Morales?’ Maurice asks. The man on the couch leans up and slides around. He takes a puff of his cigar and blows a smoke ring. ‘Chief of Staff for Saperstein.’ ‘The Mayor?’ Maurice asks. ‘Yeah.’ ‘You know me, now who are you?’ Johns asks. He shrugs his shoulders and rests his cigar on an ashtray. He then walks over to Maurice’s desk and sits on the edge. ‘I’m nobody. I just read the newspapers.’ He says before turning his head to Roland. ‘And I know who you are too, Mr.. “Please,” she told him before looking to Jason. “Same for me.” “That’s two teas please.” “I think he got quite a shock walking in us like that,” Jason told her after Mark had closed the door behind him. “I think it hurt him seeing you under the covers going down on me.” “I never heard the door. How ling was he watching?” “A few minutes.” “He had a hard on though.” Jason cuddled her. “They always do but they still get hurt when they see their wife pleasuring another man.” “And. She had a great personality, vibrant and positive coupled with a sense of humor that at times was kind of naughty and flirty, but only present around me and no one else. She was a bank executive of some type, and dressed very professionally, always in dresses and skirts to show off her legs. I loved seeing her in her dresses and nylon encased legs accentuated by her sensible heels…. I know she was aware, because when she’d stop by after work to my parents house, daily occurrence as well as.