It might have been the crowd from any suburban neighborhood bar & grill in America. Except the only thing on the menu was black man's sperm and the on...y thing on tap was white girl's piss. His face took on a puzzled look. "I .. I don't mean to criticize, but ... a moment ago ... did you say family establishment?" "Sure, Wendy. You don't need to sound so surprised. See the little man with his head between Lulu's thighs? The one in the blue sweater vest? Well, that's Walter Middlebury. The one. He asked, ‘Hi my name is Gino and I’m Tommy’s #2. May I ask your name?’ ‘I’m Maria, Gino. It’s a very common name from the area I grew up in.’ ‘Maria,’ I began, ‘It is very trusting that your father sent you, his daughter, to meet us. It would have been even a greater gesture if it wasn’t for all his men in the area protecting you.’ She looked at me and softly began laughing. ‘Tommy, this will be fun for you and me. You spot my father’s men and my driver spotted about four of yours. I propose a. We talked about him fucking her and sending her home to me used and tired, it was the best sex we had ever had.After the sex, she was asked if I would ever really do that with her, and I assured her that my love for her would not change, but I would lust after her even more. She liked the sound of that and the next day at work agreed to meet him out. They went to a sports bar not far from out house and it started out very casually. She was texting me that he was being polite and was asking. I suppose I should have gleaned that after your last visit. You didn’t handle it all that well then, did you? However,” she raised her voice in a bit of delight, “I’ve got fresh squeezed lemonade. Just add sugar to your liking.” “Hmmm, now that sounds good.” Once inside, I sat down at her yellow linoleum table and watched as Holly stretched to retrieve an old aluminum glass from the shelf above the stove. I also noted that there wasn’t anything on under her seat-worn shorts either. Still.