Big. He was some big Mafia guy who was in for murder also. He had plenty of ties to the outside. His life in prison was almost one of luxury compared ...o most of us.I overheard him talking about all the money he was paying in taxes even though he was in prison. He couldn't understand it. The more he talked, the more I listened to the conversation. He was being taken to the cleaners if he was right in his statements.He looked over at me. "What the fuck are you doing listening in on our. She was behind Smith and busilylaying out a long scroll. She drew a piece of chalk from her purse andmade a gesture with her hand. The chalk jumped from her grasp and begandrawing a circle around John that included a number of odd symbols he didnot quite recognize. That complete, she began to read from the scroll ina stern, rolling chant.John blinked at the magical chalk and the sudden whirlwind of activity."What, right now?" he asked. "Can't we wait a little?" You heard the lady," Smith. His fingers thrilled the hardened nipples with new waves of pleasure sensations, heightened by love.Likewise, her own hands caressed his muscular chest. She tapped and playfully pinched the small pebbles of his nipples into stiff buttons that ached wonderfully with a swirling rush of pain and pleasure.However, she quickly tired of the tiny nodes and glided her palms over the rippled musculature of his stomach. She laughed with delight as his taut belly quivered under her exploring touch. At. I picked quite a lot of Italian while I was there. If a guy wanted to get close and personal with one of the bar girls speaking the language was necessary. This little girl was speaking Italian. ‘Bella Ciao il mio nome è Jim,’ (Hi Beautiful my name is Jim) I said. I saw her eyes light up and a great big smile crossed her face. She hugged me tighter. ‘Qual è il tuo nome, Bella?’ (What is your name, beautiful?) I asked next. ‘Bella’.she answered. Well I tried a couple of more times, but got.