"By the way," I interjected, "when I called home to tell Mom we would be a little late and were getting a ride over, she asked if you and your parents...might like to join us for dinner. Dad's doing his thing on the grill tonight." What's that mean?" With most people, a guy will cook a steak or something. But not my dad. He does a whole mixed grill and cooks every kind of meat imaginable, along with tomatoes, mushrooms ... You name it. And Mom's really serious, by the way. Because he cooks so. He’d arranged her on the table. Days had turned into weeks of seduction- no- not seduction- nurturing- nurturing thoughts- planting seeds. He’d made nuances turn to notions. Turn to fantasy. Then to structured thoughts. Then to precise, urgent, needs.Her nipples ache. Erectile tissue does its job, and in her personal midnight recollective cinema, she shudders as she sighs. She rubs her wrists. The marks have gone now, but phantom ropes still grip and bite her now, and that cunt Pavlov does his. I pressed my leg against hers and kept it there waiting for a reaction.First she moved a little back, I waited for a minute and tried again, This time she looked very embarrassed and tried to continue speaking without looking, Encouraged, i kept my leg as it is and continued. After a few minutes she went back to her table and sat there looking confused and kept shooting glances at me The next day I called her to my room again and asked her to come next to me. This time and did the same but now. ”Eric said, “Do tell. I would love to hear this.”Matt said, “Well, the smartest thing that we’ve done so far is to keep the death of Sal a secret to the general public. The only people that really know anything are Adam McCormick and Alicia Fischer and so far from what we know about Sal’s operations world-wide is that they are all still doing business as usual. The only thing that seems to have slowed a little is the amount of drug product moving in and around LA right now.”Danny said, “So?.