Yet, for those two weeks, the banana had to do.Perhaps he could see that I was overly eager the next time we were together. We played guitar for the f...rst hour, then took a time out. He had a beer. I drank Coke. For awhile, he showed me how to improve my fingering on the fret board until he put his arms around me and whispered, "Maybe we've had enough guitar lessons for one day. Let's have some lessons upstairs." Paul took my hand and led me to his bedroom."I want to see your body, Tracy. Take. Over the last week Lisa had always come in to give him a kiss and a hug before leaving for her job, so the fact that she had left without saying goodbye was unusual. Mitch shrugged, thinking back to their last conversation. Had he said anything that could have set Lisa off on one of her tantrums? He didn’t think so. Life with her was anything but smooth, and as he stepped naked into the hot spray he smiled. He loved the way she kept him on his toes and the way she treated him with a healthy. Opening the door Ann said I made us a pitcher of margaritas. Great, Mary said. Can I change in your room. Of course you can Ann said. Ann nearly dropped her glass when Mary came out. She had a short thin nighty that allowed the shape of her breasts to be seen. It barely reached below waist, showing the thin material covering her round ass. As she poured herself a drink, the cool air made her nipples stiffen. Trying to control her breathing Ann stared in awe. As they sat drinking and watching TV. Where did this motherfucker get a goddam AK, he wondered. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever looking down the muzzle of a gun like this. That guy with the .22 that time, that little hole? I didn’t even notice it. But this? Damn. What a hole that thing has. What a giant freakin’ hole in the end of it. A cannon. It looked like death to him. Not as obviously death as a double barreled shotgun might have, but.