Once again I was wrong, she always took her watch when it was time. I guess chivalry had been rubbed out.The first night and the next day we saw squat... The next night; however, we found a Chinese angle. I almost blew my wig when I saw who was visiting Mr. Marks. It was the deputy Chief of Coppers, an aide to his Honor the Mayor and the assistant District Attorney. Sarah was snapping pics of all the grease balls being met, in person, by Marks. Those pics were gonna torpedo more than one. He knew that some of them were impractical, but others sounded like very good ideas. He decided that the warriors directing the work needed to pay more attention to the ideas, and he decided to have a talk with each of them.After Tom had made his rounds of all of the people, he could be found sitting on the steps of his house. One look at him and the people were hesitant to disturb him. He was always lost in thought, and they didn't want to intrude on his thoughts. Big Cloud came and went. . "Doesn't matter, I'll clean it tomorrow" I thought and drove to the first coffee-shop I saw.The coffee-shop was rather empty except of a company of three, a man on his fourties and two women, one midle-aged on the plump side, the other thirty-something with a pair of big tits. By the language they spoke I understood they were Italians. I had a beer, thinking if it was real what I just lived or am I in a kind of dream, or again I've gone mad and have illusions. If it is a blusted dream, sure. I heard her sobbing and groaning and gagging and pleading for him to stop biting and pinching her; the bed squeaking and the headboard thumping against the wall; slapping sounds that seemed to make her squeal and gasp; ferocious sucking and slurping noises. I could hear his thighs slapping against her buttocks as he pounded her relentlessly. Kano was grunting and swearing and panting. He was throwing her all over the bed like a rag doll, pinning her up against the walls, bending her this way.