I knew the song- who doesn't but I had never seen anybody dance on this before. "I am better than Nicky" she had told me and I had smiled. "What? You ...on't believe me?" she challenged me. "I can prove it"I smiled again."Fine you asshole. Come at 6 tomorrow. I will prove it to you." Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'", Nicky sang and the woman walks past me to the center of the room. I can't take my eyes off her swining ass. She stands for half a second to look over her shoulder, as if. Don Ernesto had special license plates. She found that he was known to many, and in every one of the exclusive boutiques they visited the clerks would gush over him while they treated her with restrained professional courtesy. Only once or twice did she notice a cluster of salesgirls whispering behind their hands at a safe distance.Don Ernesto, besides being an elegant dresser himself, had exquisite taste in women's clothes as well. Jill was flabbergasted at the array of parcels Julio placed in. Okay, so she had enjoyed it a little. That naughty thrill she got from buying something that would make her devoutly Catholic mother swoon. If only she hadn’t been forced to buy it by a three hundred pound woman holding a shotgun. Morelli moved to the counter and began digging through the bag that Ranger had abandoned. ‘I think we could have some fun with this. What do you think, Manoso?’ Stephanie cast her eyes back and forth between the two men. Something wasn’t right. Normally Ranger and. We havethat special bond you know.’She pulled the gown down to halfway her chest. Istarted on her shoulders and arms and worked my waydown. When I got to her breasts, I was unsure what todo. She could sense it too because she opened her eyessort of groggy like and said, ‘you’ve seen them baby.Go ahead and massage them for grandma please?’I started to speak bold then, “grandma, whatever youneed or want, I’m going to do it for you. And it’salways going to.