With slightly grimy windows, a store sign that had seen better days and a door that squeaked in objection when opened, who would have thought that thi... was one of the city’s most infamous brothels? It wasn’t the brothel itself that was so sinister but rather, the proprietor of it. Francis “Rhino” Kaplan was a vicious, sadistic and brutal mobster, although his moniker did little justice to his cruelty. I should know: he had tortured me once upon a time over a shipment of beer and whisky that had. I hadn't even noticed that the tropical squall had reached the island, we'd been so intent on listening to Wolfgang's story."Hurry!" Eva was giggling as she pulled me to my feet and Wolfgang had already opened the passenger door of the Land Cruiser for us.There's no other rain like it, the deluge that comes almost without warning in the equatorial tropics. In the minute that it took for the three of us to pile into the vehicle, we were well soaked. We probably could have just sat there and. . I was after all: after a parking spot. But her voice...I tried: “I’m more mature now” but I wasn’t convincing...she knew my rep for prowling for pussy and getting into it anywhere, even family gatherings.“Oh, come over and see it now” she said letting me off the hook. “I’m all grown up now and can handle a perv like you”The Saturday evening drive was at least quick, versus work days.It was a stunning inner-city town house. Architect designed. Very tasteful modern, with a lane-way, well. “Well do the best you can,” he said and broke the connection.The girls decided to shake up the sleeping arrangements. They decided to go with the work shift partnership for bedroom assignments. That meant Lucy2 and Dominic shared a room and Nita and I shared the other one. More than likely it meant only one room would be in use at a time. In addition to the secret service we were going to be supplying 24 hour coverage.We were going to leave the outside coverage pretty much to the Chicago police.