“So, you take the hook and you put it through the worm like this and then kind of loop it around like this.”“Jack, who taught you how to do this...”“Grams and Daddy.”“What do you do now that the worm is on the hook?”“You have to throw the worm way out in the water. If it is too close to shore the little fish nibble away the worm. In the deep water the big fish will go after the worm.”“How big do the fish get?”“This big.”Jack held her hands about a foot apart.“That big, huh?”“Grams says that there. Boggsy, ever the gentleman, and opportunist, stood and helped her into a chair next to HIM. He said in his deep Georgia drawl, “Have a seat little lady. Is there something that King can get you from the bar?”I had to smile. My absence would put my friend in the catbird seat, when it came to romance. Boggsy never missed a chance. She dimpled at him prettily and said, “Non, Monsieur, I came to see if Monsieur King would be willing to help me.”That was good news. I had not gotten a chance to. No, not the FBI, someone else who'll take care of it." Who?"The back of Uncle Andy's head was to Paul as he stared out the side window. "Uh, besides what I already told you, the Jimenez brothers hit a mob operation and killed the brother of Joe Cancello, one of the bosses, a big boss. I'll give it to him. He'll take care of them."Uncle Andy was still staring out the side window as Paul turned to him. "Are you telling me you're involved with the Mafia? Shit! Mom was right about you. You can. I touched it and laughed to myself when I realized it was cum. Tony and Luis had shot so much cum in my holes that I wasn’t able to clean it all during my quick shower. It was still leaking out and running down my leg. Tony’s families’ night club was closing and there were plenty of cabs outside. I walked across the street and caught a cab back to my hotel. As I got in the cab and sat back, my short dress rode up exposing my pussy to the cool night air. My pussy tingled and became wetter as.