"He may have been arrogant in analyzing me, but he had a point. In something over seventy stories, I'd written exactly three scenes of man-on-man acti...n. None of them had the kind of explicit detail of my hetero stories or for that matter my lesbian stories, and I shied away because I just didn't know how to write something that wouldn't sound stilted or silly. His stories were certainly convincing in that regard.And even though I didn't feel any great need to write male on male erotica, the. ”Tracie smiled, “Yours is happily the only 10pm order, so I’ll pass it through to Pete now.”A few minutes later, Pete emerged from the kitchen with two steaming plates.“April?” Pete asked, “Have you ordered this meal and want me to share it with you?”“Yes, please make yourself comfy. Orange juice? We need to make a toast.”“Please. What are we celebrating?”He placed the plates in the two settings and sat down opposite April.“Well, as of today, my divorce is final and I am a single woman.”“Wow!. The intended victim was a low ranking member of the Bianchi crime family. The hit was to go down while he was leaving Sunday morning Mass. The hitman was local, a drugged out biker, who confessed that the Russian mob hired him. There was a connection with local bikers and the Russians. But it was only a distribution connection. The bikers moved a lot of drugs for the Russians. None of it made sense to anyone. No mobster in their right mind would dare order a hit in Little Italy, let alone in a. In the first box Brooke found a lube for her bum hole. The second box had condoms.“You know what to do with them, don’t you?”“Yes, Mom, I’m not a kid.”In the third box Brooke discovered a huge black dildo.“I’m sure you know what this is for. Keep it for special clients.”“Yes, teacher,” Brooke replied, rolling her eyes.“Good. Now remember your job is to make your customers happy, so I don’t want to hear any complaints from anyone.”With that, Mom went to change her clothes.The next evening the.