What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you.’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now th...n back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker’s Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty pounds in prison. Horace refolded the slacks. ‘Was. ”The fact that they didn’t stand on protocol was not exactly a revelation at this point. The part about family… well, maybe one big, happy, perverted, severely dysfunctional family. That was about the best I could reconcile that statement, but before I had completely come to terms even with that qualifier attached he made it worse.“A lot of my guys think of my Stella as a mother-figure, sort of a surrogate for something they never got at home.”Hmmm. Something they never got at home, huh? Damn,. .. I was slightly short tempered.We are not from a girl who couldn’t have been 19 pissed me off ... blame it on my sister, I do ... and I said, quite angrily, “How would you know?”She got this look ... not the Mom look ... the lost kitten look. Anyway she had it perfected. “I’ll have you know I have a Ph.D in Physics.”“You don’t look old enough to be out of high school.”“That’s because I’m not ... old enough...”Cyn said, “At least you managed to stay the course and got your degree.” She looked. I knew he was upset, and I had just the thing for him to feel better. I sauntered over to him slowly while I unbuttoned my first two buttons on my shirt. He smiled as he sat down in the oversized leather chair. My breasts spilled out of my shirt and I undid another button to emphasize. I leaned over him and placed my breasts in his face. He rubbed his stubble between them and kissed the sides. He growled low in his throat and grabbed my back to pull me closer. I kissed his waiting lips and.