.."Bert waved at him to shut up. "I figured you'd want to be here, Rache. Kind of an early wedding present." The old man winked at me. "We're still on...for tomorrow, right?" Wouldn't miss it, Bert." Good." He stood up, handing the pistol to Ritchie and kissing me on the cheek. He smiled. "Good bye, Vic." The Consigliore walked across the room, his two guys following.Ritchie paused briefly, handing me Vic's gun and giving me a little smile of his own. "See you tomorrow night, Rachael." He was. Yeah. I see. I’m just sad,” she cried.That was my cue. I moved forward and took her in my arms. Desi is not the smallest or lightest of my girlfriends but I managed to pick her up and settle her onto my lap in the recliner. Before she could whimper any more, I started kissing her and petting her. I ramped up the intensity so much that I think she’d have consented to her deflowering on the spot.“And that begins the next part of our celebration,” Joan said. “Everybody gets some time in Jacob’s. Drake there is going to be spending some time in jail for assault. I just hope that he didn’t break my arm.’ ‘Your arm? Did he hit you?’ ‘Yeah, he got in one good one. I got careless and stayed too close to him. I should have stepped back and taken him out when he turned, but he turned the wrong way and took me by surprise. I may have to go to the hospital to have it checked out. It is starting to hurt like hell now.’ ‘I’m sorry Ken, it’s all my fault. I was being a selfish bitch and you got. She had long brown hair pulled back into a somewhat messy ponytail and wearing thick, dark-rimmed glasses. Her frail features and demure posture left her best described as ‘mousy’. Even on such a warm day, she wore a light sweater and baggy, ankle-length blue dress completely concealing her slender frame.To Allison’s left walked her twin sister Monica. Monica could be described as her sister’s opposite in many ways. Where Allison was meek, Monica was boisterous. Where Allison was nervous,.