"There's my grandson!" he heard from above. Without warning, strong hands scooped him up and hugged him close. Brian nuzzled his face into his grandfa...her's sweater, smelling wonderfully of pipe smoke and mothballs."Brian?"Brian looked over at his grandmother. The shape of her face was so elegant, framed by silver hair as she took another sip of bourbon, leaving a red lipstick smear on the Waterford crystal tumbler."Brian?"Brian closed his eyes and just enjoyed his grandfather's embrace, never. She really did see nothing sordid or shameful about the transaction at all. It had brought both of them great pleasure and earned her a nice amount of extra cash.But it was what that cash meant that mattered more. What it meant about her as woman. Her logic was warped and twisted but it was a kind of logic, nonetheless.“When he called to say wanted to see me again, I just had to say yes!”She looked at her two silent friends.“And that time - when I knew I was really being a whore - it was even. That is untill we got close to my grandmothers and uncoupled to prevent suspicions.The rest of the evening was a blur for me…. My head was elsewere.Buy the time dinner was over Aunt Patricia and uncle paul had announced they were stay in a hotel down the road because they knew my grandmother didn’t have enough beds. My own dad had claim the spare bedroom for the night. That meant all that was left was an air mattress and the couch.Jess chimed in right on que it seemed. “ill take the couch. He was on the senator's territory, even though he was flanked by his two body guards."I must refuse your offer, Mr. Geary. We both know the license costs $20,000, and anyways, I would like you to put up that capital" He gave the senator a deep and penetrating look, but Geary had just laughed. He'd closed his cigarette case and standing to leave. "Oh, one more thing, Mr. Scarlatti" He said overemphasizing the roll of the r. "Never, ever contact me again." Scarlatti had just smiled and shut the.