“Damn, why are stopping sweetheart?” I said disappointedly. Just then she reaches out of nowhere and came up with a pair of black pantyhose. I gue...s they were a pair I, or some other woman for that matter, must have left somewhere in here. She buried her face in them and smelled the crotch. Then she took the hose and tied my hands to the bed posts. The posts are kinda high so the top of my body was elevated. I stuck my finger in my mouth sucking, trying to give her a hint of what I wanted to. “How is Jenny’s little boy?”Emily beamed.“He is sooo tiny. Jenny let me hold him, and he did not cry.”“Do you know his name?”“Jenny said he’ll be named Frederick, after Eric’s father.”“Have you seen Frederick, Richard?” Tony asked his son, but the boy looked at him with big eyes and shook his head. Again, Tony felt a pang of his conscience. Tentatively, he tousled the boy’s hair. “You’ll see him, I’m sure. How about you hold Eleanor?”There! Richard cast a long look at his mother and his baby. I got together with them yesterday to work out any conflicts. Ladies first,” I said to Cece.“In September, we propose Jackson Heights put on, as a concert, DAMN YANKEES.”There was a wonderful collection of affirmative responses, so I took my turn.“In mid-September, we propose WEST SIDE STORY.”“Aren’t the gangs supposed to be Puerto Rican and Polish?” Clarice asked.“I believe we can make the gangs any two groups with a rivalry. This is a concert show,” I answered.“Couldn’t you do the. I couldn’t make out the exact shade of brown but with the pink restaurant lighting and dancing candlelight on our table, I knew exactly how I’d paint the highlights in her dark tresses. She wore a scoop neck top that hung open dangerously when she leaned over the table to explain the gnocchi, cuttlefish and bean salad, and beet salad with pistachios. I felt a little pinch on my thigh and looked over at Lissa who was grinning at me mischievously. Busted. A guy can’t get away with anything. But.