Once heread something it never completely left his mind. He went to hiscomputer and logged on to the Internet. There he did a search forCamoro Gamboli...and found the photo he was looking for; a shot taken foran article on organized crime that appeared in The New York Times lessthan six months ago. There were four men in the picture, all the deadmen and Antonio Gamboli, 90, head of the family and the most notoriousmob boss who wasn't dead or in jail. The article told what city each ofthe four. The manager fussed around me, thoroughly checking the fitting. And yes, he did check the fit at my crotch. I wondered whether he too was gay like his nephew. “Everything seems to be satisfactory,” he said. “Does it feel alright?”“Yes. Your tailor has done an amazing job,” I replied.I changed back into my school clothes and handed the tuxedo back to the manager, who reinserted it into the polythene wrapper for me. “I’ll just update the receipt,” he said. He inserted the plastic card into a. Then I proceeded to re-pack my things, replacing all of the jeans and T-shirts I had planned on wearing for the next week with see through halters and tank tops a couple denim miniskirts and some tiny cut-off shorts. One pair was so short that there was just a thin strip of cloth in the crotch that split my pussy lips and left them in plain view from the front and left almost half of my ass hanging out the back. I traded my one piece bathing suit for a tiny thong bikini with a top that barley. Of course, he realized it right away and did his level best to imitate his usual look. It was a bit of a disaster because now they all could sense his insincerity and that was the last thing he wanted to project.Even Gloria suddenly got too busy to even give him the time of day.Strangely, the only smile he got was from Sam, the hot chick in the first row. He had gotten the vibe from her that she was more interested in watching the prosecutor’s hot little ass moving with sensual temptation up.