.. understand?"GAMBARDELLA'S was tiny outside and big inside. Sit read the sign inside the door. His father took a seat at a table."Damiano!" he holle...ed. "Get your scrawny ass out of the kitchen!"The whole place shut up.Damiano Gambardella stalked out of the kitchen with a cleaver in his hand. He was as wide as the batwing doors and ugly as sin. There was a jagged scar running from a thatch of white hair on his coalblack head. It split his left eyelid and ran a zigzag down his cheek across one. From the phone I watched a guy approach our table and talk to Mary. She got up and moved to the dance floor with him and following the dance he escorted her back to the table and sat down with her. He ordered more drinks and they danced some more while my phone call drug on and on. I saw the man's hands disappear under the table and Mary give a start, and then she laughed at him. His hands stayed under the table and I saw him move a closer to her. They sat that way for several minutes and then. You areshowing a very feminine modesty and it seems to be becoming more andmore natural for you to do it without even thinking about it."I must admit I had rather mixed feelings about that. Yes, I was findingmy clothes something of a handful to control, particularly mynightclothes, but to be told I was displaying a feminine modesty wasrather unsettling. I know I don't have much of a male or macho self-image, but this was taking matters a long way beyond that. To be toldthat I was taking to it. "Sitting in bed with my cock in my hand," I teased. "Wanna take care of it for me?" Yes," she hissed. "I'll be right over."Fifteen minutes later Tina knocked on the door. I opened the door and she was all over me. She led me into my bedroom as she peeled her clothes of leaving a trail of discarded clothes down the hall.Our lips met in a white hot kiss as her purse dropped beside the bed. Tina pushed me onto the bed aggressively and pulled her thong off. She stuffed her soiled panties into my.