Pete was a regular bowler in the American/Italian Association bowling league.Pete always requested that Frankie set pins on the alleys he was bowling ...n because Frankie hustled and keep the games moving much better than any of the other pin sitters.Later Pete started giving Frankie odd jobs at his social club, from which he operated his rackets. Eventually Frankie became a full-time gofer at the social club. Frankie made it known that he worked for Pete and nobody from the projects bothered him. Aunty closed the door and glared at me. She did not say anything but silently pointed out to me the puddle formed by Ranjani's urine and my semen on the floor. It had not completely dried. She asked me "what is it?". I said "nothing — some water has fallen". Aunty brought a mopping cloth and wiped there. She said nothing and I felt very uneasy. I noticed her anger. She served my dinner wordlessly and even when I spoke out of necessity, she did not reply.In the night we were lying side by side. “Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought you said. Be lucky I’m in a good mood.” “Just for the record, you can’t just call us up at some random time of the day and expect us to drop whatever were doing so we can come entertain you, we have lives of our own. If anything you have to let us know ahead of time, we…” “First of all, Randy, you are in no position to demand anything, you need me and my father so I would watch it. Second of all, Randy, if I want you to fly to Tokyo to get me some sushi you’d be. Wait."I turned back around and watched her strip. Okay, she wasn't very good at it, but she tried. Oh, how she tried. She did her best strip tease and rubbed her hands up and down her body. She even dipped a finger into her sex and licked it off. She showed me her ass, her nipples, the inside of her sex. She even masturbated in front of me, after a little encouragement of course. Prissy Paula was so embarrassed at first, but she was into it now and rapidly approaching orgasm.I winced. "Sorry.