Oh my God. Please say I didn’t do anything.”I turned to Zoe, “What is going on here? Why did you stop me from going in there?”“I’ll explai... it to you later. At this moment I can just tell you that you need to talk to Elena in the morning. And know this. When she’s like this she most likely won’t even remember waking up in there with your father. If that’s the case then it might be a good idea not to broach this subject.” Zoe informed me.“Well how am I supposed to know that she remembers. Magnificent ... you still got it. Hey ... Antonio ... you Lou's kid?" Yes, Mrs. Austin." Who's your ma?" Thelma, Mrs. Austin," Tony said it proudly."Thelma? Lou ... you married Thelma Whitaker? You finally made an honest woman outta Thel?"Grannie was in full spate. The stories she told ... never in my wildest dreams did I think to see old Italian mobsters blush ... but Grans did it. They call it the roaring Twenties ... in 1955 the mob still ran things. History had to wait for the old ones to. “I guess I guessed right. Bet you wanna know how I know?” her smile shown on her pale, flawless face. Cold green eyes stared at me through the glass of my windows at me, burning my soul. “You see, Megan and I are good friends. She and I share everything. And I mean everything. Well, except for you. You were the only thing she ever had that I wanted. She only got to you first.” Now I knew what she wanting…meI was about to force my keys back in the ignition and race away when the ringer of my. It had been that way since she first got hired. Every Friday Taylor would call her in his office just before lunch and proceed to jam all nine of his hard thick inches up Lucy's tight rectum. It was quite a perk; one she made sure was available the day she was interviewed for the job.Lucy had been down on her luck. A recent graduate from Queen's College, her B.A. was taking her nowhere. Every job she applied to was being filled by women much prettier than her. Lucy's fridge was empty and her.