‘So,’ he said, gray eyes glinting, ‘will you miss me?’ ‘Yes, I’ll miss you.’ She laughed at the triumphant expression on Dom’s face. T...e phone rang and he frowned. ‘I knew I should have taken that off the hook,’ he said with a sigh. Reluctantly, he got up and answered the phone. ‘Hello?’ Lani watched over the back of the couch as Dom went very still. ‘Yes, I’m here,’ he said. His fist clenched at his side. ‘No. No, I don’t.’ Pause. ‘I don’t care. I have nothing to say.’ He hung up but stayed. Usually we sat at the bar or danced or I sat at the bar and watched her dance or sit with Don and his entourage. It was my first inkling of the value of their friendship. When they talked they shared their Brooklynese with the grace of a harmonic duet. Listening to them highlighted the humor and roughness of their accent. When Rachel went off to dance with her incredible reflection, Angela and I talked. Once we broke through our strangeness to each other, we found talking easy. And listening. I. I hugged her and moved my hands along her body, caressing her thighs, her belly, her ass, and then her huge boobs. She uttered a soft moan. I kissed her neck, her left cheek, her back, and then moved my left hand and placed it on her vagina.I rubbed her clit gently, softly, slowly, and then I used one of my fingers and started digging into her pussy. I moved one layer, and another, and gradually my finger got to get inside her cunt, which now was a little wet.Valentina moaned and turned her. He then tore off his bloodstained clothes throwing them into the laundry basket and quickly got dressed, going commando as he couldn’t find any underpants.He opened the bedroom door only to see his Uncle standing on the other side. “Err, hello Uncle. How are you today?”Dom looked at Scrot. He looked sweaty. He glanced over his shoulder into the bedroom and saw a woman in his bed. “Oh, you don’t usually have female company, Scrotum. Not at this time of the day, and certainly not sleeping in.