“How have you been?” asked Connie.“Very well” I responded, not really knowing what to say. “How’s my wife?”“She’s good” replied Co...nie. “She’s been taken well care of and been taught quite a bit for the past many days. I’m ready to reintroduce you back to one another, yet you both still have one more test.”“Oh?” I asked, inquisitively.“Yes” replied Connie, but first, empty your pockets.I did as was asked and placed my car keys, my wallet and my cell phone on the table. Connie picked up my. I walked closer to her and said, “Open your mouth.” She did so and, using my index finger, I poked the crotch of my underwear as far into her mouth as I could. She made small noises of protest but knew she was helpless. I took a close-up shot of her face with the crotch of my underwear in her mouth. Then I said, “Stick out your tongue.” She forced the material as far out of her mouth as she could with her tongue, and I took another close-up. Then I said, “Lick.” I took several more shots of her. And then whoever is scoping the house could be Outfit, too. But it could also just be a bunch of coincidences. But then there are those cops who broke into the offices, who work for the Outfit. And Peter Scuderi.”“You don’t suspect Anthony and Connie, do you?”“No. He’s has his restaurant, gambling, loan sharking, and escort action going in Newport and Covington, and he’s helped the Feds nail two large drug shipments from Detroit. Joyce and Connie buried the hatchet as well. Cincinnati is not. The bar was also frequented by the slightly older group that didn’t enjoy waking up with tinnitus in the morning. You could still go down the flight of wide stairs on either side, to the dance floor if you wish.I loved the place on sight. Downstairs was hoping by the time I got there around ten o’clock. I pulled up a stool at the bar, and Shorn smiled and came over to serve me. He whispered to the two girls with him as he passed them. I assumed he was telling them I was Ryan’s brother. I soon.