“Yeah, we can take our clothes off first. Is that what you want?” Added Aisha. “Yes… please.” The girls walked towards him, hand in hand and...ran their fingers through his hair. Then they stroked his shoulders and arms. He had smooth skin, hairless almost, apart from a sprinkling of dark curlies on his abdomen. At least he kept himself in shape and the girls paused, their fingers tracing the outline of his triceps. Aisha ran her hand along his collar bone and then ran her index finger over his. My wife was beginning to blush as she looked at me. She got off the sofa, went to a side table and poured us both a double shot of JW Black then handed me one. I was intrigued, what ever was on her mind made her serious enough to demand my full attention and ease the message with alcohol. My anticipation was growing, what did she want? Do you remember how we met? she started. Well, yeah, you came into your dorm room and caught me screwing your room mate. You didnt say a word, just sat there. She knew that the method of dealing with female snitches in the Russian Mafia was to gang-rape them, then force them into prostitution. She also knew that the groups sent to gang-rape them were all part of the Mafia. The one that laid down the knife though did not strike her as a Russian. In fact, she thought he might just be a thug member. That level of the Mafia did not have as strict a prerequisite for membership as the main Mafia. She had seen the lower levels including everything from. Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell push, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the jeans. Her smile though, was quite.