"Just now. And don't tell me you did not know all the time when I was kissing you," Narendra said smiling."I thought it was a dream ... yes a dream, b...t you are really here," that was all Pramila could say."Tell me you are dying to be loved, fucked," Narendra said fondling her breasts."Yes darling. I want your dick inside me. I am dying for it," Pramila said, cursing herself in the heart for the big lie. She wanted to push him away – the 12-stroke man, who has returned to end her freedom her. "Yeah. Haven't talked to her since." Sounds like you need to cut loose a little and forget Mindy. Let's hitHigh Street tonight! We'll hit one of the dance clubs. Drink a fewbeers, dance with a few chicks, maybe even bring one or two home. Whatdo you say?"Andy's mood brightened at this. If he couldn't get Mindy to blow him,maybe he could pick up some floozy who would. At any rate, a whole lotof beer would make him feel better. He smiled for the first time indays."Thanks, Chris. You're a good. I don't care how he gets out of here, but if he isn't gone by this time tomorrow I'll kill him myself. I think if you were to ask Erin she would prefer that solution. What do you think?"I laughed and said, "Mr. Nash, I love you like my father. But you couldn't kill anyone."He chuckled and said, "I suspect you are right. But I know some lumberjacks that could beat him to within an inch of his life and make him wish he was dead. Hell, it just might do him some good."I thought it over for a few. Moxy even lent her a large pearl necklace that went aces with the outfit. I handed Paul a satchel. He took it, but was confused. I said, "Use it to open your club again. Put Roxy back on the stage, make her an honest woman.We pulled out of the secret garage Paul had and drove north to Harlem. There were additional police blanketing the city, but we were not stopped. Once we entered Harlem the police presence disappeared. We knew that although our worries about the police were over, they had.