Emma had a look of disgust. "Okay, that's it. We're done here. Don't call me, I'll call you," I said in disgust. Gonzalez had apparently learned nothi...g from his prison time for sex offenses.I guided Emma out to the parking lot where I had prepositioned my Ford sedan. I drove us to a fine Italian restaurant. Guido was my long-time friend in the dark world and owner of the place. "Hi Gina, is your father Guido around?" Good evening Mr. Grendel. No, he and a couple of the boys took a guest out. The glass panels here had retractable curtains that allowed for an unobstructed view of the stars when pulled back. The effect was like floating in the middle of the ocean under a blanket of stars. ‘Mark, I don’t know what to do, teach me how to please you, please.’ ‘You have been for the last nine months, Ness. Just being in the same room with you pleases me. Knowing that you want to be with me even knowing what’s inside pleases me. When you touch me, it thrills me more than I can describe. I. But I learned that there are female golfers who prefer to have sex during their tournaments to stay relaxed. It gives them better focus on their game.” “Jason, you can’t convince me that women golfers pay you for sex,” I stated firmly. “No, they don’t, because that’s not how it works,” he said defensively, “First of all, we both know that I’m not great looking and I have an average body, but the women golfers who use gigolos for sex only want the sex and the release; looks aren’t important to. “Miss Brock, if he so much as looks at you sideways, you tell Mr. Reynolds, myself, or your amore’, and get the police on the line. He will be advised what will happen if he retaliates, and we’re talking years, here. This is a documented threat. He’s not a smart cookie. He may be a stud muffin, but he’s a dumb one.”“My amore’, ma’am?”“Yes, hon. Mizz Tolson has resources, too, and we may not be around. It’s not a secret, hon, your relationship with Miss Tolson. We just don’t want to lose you..