“Fine by me,” he said.Casa de Infamia was barely five minutes walk from their pizzeria. It was a tall imposing early-18th century palazzo overlook...ng a small quiet piazza. Its classical front was a stone portico, flanked by life-sized statues of gladiators. Atop the portico was the figure of a sleeping lion. The bell of an adjoining church struck 11 o’clock. “It is still early for La Casa,” the barman apologised, “but around midnight things should start to get lively.”He led them into a. “Hazel, look at me.” She opened her eyes. “Lift your leg up and put it on the step.”She suddenly realised where she was and what she was doing. She nervously glanced around, searching for anyone watching, and tried to pull away.“There is no one anywhere near, relax, and lift your leg.”She looked to Don, he was into this now, confused at his emotions and knowing he should stop me. But he was far too excited and horny himself and wanted to see how far this would go. I knew this, I had been. "I smiled. 'Beer money' might not be entirely accurate, but to be sure, the money I earned was more in the way of 'pin-money' than a living.The first drops of rain fell as we arrived at the restaurant; by the time we were seated it was a downpour, the thunder started as we were ordering. It was a pleasant enough meal; Lexie's parents worked hard to make it so though I couldn't say I was entirely comfortable. After, we stood to leave and Alexandra offered her cheeks for a 'family' kiss and Peter. Therefore, I'm pissed and piss flows downhill ... so rather than being the pissed upon I'll just step out of the way and let it flow on down to you. Here ... where do you think you're going?" Home ... when you get in a better mood, call ... We might come back." Shit! I keep forgetting you don't need to work." His phone rang. "Damn it all to Hell ... that woman is going to drive me crazy. Yes, Ma'am" No, Ma'am." Yes, Ma'am." Ma'am?" Ma'am?" John was louder and interrupting."Sorry. They're here.".