“Mmmm...” said Glenda. “I see what you mean...”On her brittle face gleamed cruel pleasure. It was quite wonderful to see a woman being made to...do such things. But still she found it incredible that she could be made to do them. Could she herself, she wondered, be made to abuse herself so? It certainly did not seem possible. Yet, from all she had heard of the Julia of former days, she was as proud, arrogant and as stubborn as they make them. Yes.. it was quite remarkable.“Alright, kneel up. That's obvious.So, after Kayla leaves, I rap on Justin's door and poke my head in."Hi, sis, what's up?" Have fun this afternoon?" Oh, you heard us?" Justin, you two would drown out a seven-forty-seven during take-off." Sorry, I didn't know we were that loud. I mean, I know Kayla gets pretty excited at times..." Uh, I guess. What do you guy's do, anyway?" Well, that's obvious, isn't it?" No, I mean, sure, I know in general, but exactly what are you doing. I know there's more than just. An old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside. “Guido, I wan’ you lissina me. I wan’ you to take-a my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me.” “But grandpa, I really don’t like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?” “You lissina me, boy! Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos. Then one-a day you gonna comea home and maybe finda you wife. But I just kind of look; I don't really plan on putting it to her. Some kid will, and I might be jealous of him, but--okay, okay; thinking about screwing her isn't the same thing as actually going ahead with it. Even if she would let me." Lester tossed down the rest of his drink and got off the couch to walk over to the little bar in the corner and pour himself another. Jerry hoped the guy wouldn't get too smashed, so he wouldn't be able to do some more fucking.Angela stretched, lifting her.