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it your way," she said, pausing to lick her jammy lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow. An' you'd better not be late. I got no
patience, sonny."
Then she was gone.
Michael was excited; he couldn't wait to question his dad. How
come Vinny had never mentioned he knew the wife of the most important
and powerful man in the neighborhood? Even cooler than that, he now
had an appointment to meet with Vito Giovanni, and who knew what that would lead to?
Vinny was watching Ben Casey on TV when Michael finally got
home. Grandma Lani was sitting in an armchair, fast asleep, her head
lolling to one side.
He circled his dad. "Who's Marnie?" he demanded, tapping him on
the shoulder.
"What?" Vinny said, looking up and frowning.
"Mamie. Mrs. Giovanni," he said impatiently. "She claims she knows
you. Says she even knew Mom."
"What're you doin' mixing with people like that?" Vinny demanded,
his face reddening.
"People like what , Dad?"
"The dregs of the earth. Gangsters. Cowards," Vinny said
fiercely.
"Where d'you know her from anyway?"
"Never you mind," Vinny said, increasing the volume on the TV.
Grandma Lani awoke with a start. "What's happenin'?" she croaked.
"Did I cook dinner yet?"
"Who's Marnie, Grams?" Michael asked.
"Oh, her ," Grandma Lani said crossly. "Don't tell me she's comin' round again, trying t' get her hands on my
Vincenzio. Somebody should tell her it's too late, he's a married man
now—and," she added, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial
whisper, "his wife is pregnant."
Soon they would have to consider putting Grandma Lani in a
home.
He could seethe was getting nowhere with either of them, and since
he had a date with Polly, and tonight they were borrowing Sandi's
apartment, he didn't plan on being late.
He ran upstairs, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.
By the time he left the house he still had no clue what connection
Mrs. Giovanni had to his dad, although if there was any truth to what
Lani said, it seemed as if Marnie Giovanni could have been an old
girlfriend.
The thought blew his mind. Sex and Vinny did not go together. Especially sex with a woman like Marnie. As far as he was
concerned his dad was some crusty old guy confined to a wheelchair;
it was hard to imagine him any other way.
Polly was waiting at her girlfriend's apartment. "You're late,"
she said crisply.
"I'm here," he said, looking forward to losing himself in the
sheer voluptuousness of her warm flesh.
"We've got two hours," she said, unzipping her skirt and stepping
out of it.
"Keep your stockings on," he said as she dropped her pink lace
panties.
"Kinky!" she exclaimed, leaving her flesh-colored garter belt and
tan nylons in place.
He was immediately hard. She had that effect on him—
although at his age a stone statue would have had that effect on
him.
"How about dancin' for me tonight?" he suggested, sitting on the
edge of Sandi's pull-out bed, which Polly had thoughtfully covered
with a large terry cloth towel.
"Don't be daft," she giggled, reaching up to pull her sweater over
her head.
"C'mon," he coaxed. "It'll be a kick."
"There's no music," she protested.
"I'll hum."
"Okay," she said, quite liking the idea.
He started humming "Tossin' and Turnin'." Polly began gyrating in
front of him, swiveling her hips like a professional.
He was mesmerized by her thick triangle of black pubic hair,
outlined by the garter belt, and found himself getting even more
turned on.
Polly was attempting a few stripper moves, thrusting her crotch at
him, then drawing back.
Grabbing a tuft of overgrown pubic hair, he pulled her down on the
bed beside him.
"Ouch! That hurt!" she complained. But as soon as he jammed his
hand between her legs, he could feel that she was as turned on as he
was.
Frantically he pulled off his pants and underwear. Then he
spread-eagled her, ready for action.
"Give it to me, Mike, give it to me good," she moaned as he
plunged inside her.
She was so hot and ready that he thought he might
"I'll see you tomorrow. An' you'd better not be late. I got no
patience, sonny."
Then she was gone.
Michael was excited; he couldn't wait to question his dad. How
come Vinny had never mentioned he knew the wife of the most important
and powerful man in the neighborhood? Even cooler than that, he now
had an appointment to meet with Vito Giovanni, and who knew what that would lead to?
Vinny was watching Ben Casey on TV when Michael finally got
home. Grandma Lani was sitting in an armchair, fast asleep, her head
lolling to one side.
He circled his dad. "Who's Marnie?" he demanded, tapping him on
the shoulder.
"What?" Vinny said, looking up and frowning.
"Mamie. Mrs. Giovanni," he said impatiently. "She claims she knows
you. Says she even knew Mom."
"What're you doin' mixing with people like that?" Vinny demanded,
his face reddening.
"People like what , Dad?"
"The dregs of the earth. Gangsters. Cowards," Vinny said
fiercely.
"Where d'you know her from anyway?"
"Never you mind," Vinny said, increasing the volume on the TV.
Grandma Lani awoke with a start. "What's happenin'?" she croaked.
"Did I cook dinner yet?"
"Who's Marnie, Grams?" Michael asked.
"Oh, her ," Grandma Lani said crossly. "Don't tell me she's comin' round again, trying t' get her hands on my
Vincenzio. Somebody should tell her it's too late, he's a married man
now—and," she added, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial
whisper, "his wife is pregnant."
Soon they would have to consider putting Grandma Lani in a
home.
He could seethe was getting nowhere with either of them, and since
he had a date with Polly, and tonight they were borrowing Sandi's
apartment, he didn't plan on being late.
He ran upstairs, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.
By the time he left the house he still had no clue what connection
Mrs. Giovanni had to his dad, although if there was any truth to what
Lani said, it seemed as if Marnie Giovanni could have been an old
girlfriend.
The thought blew his mind. Sex and Vinny did not go together. Especially sex with a woman like Marnie. As far as he was
concerned his dad was some crusty old guy confined to a wheelchair;
it was hard to imagine him any other way.
Polly was waiting at her girlfriend's apartment. "You're late,"
she said crisply.
"I'm here," he said, looking forward to losing himself in the
sheer voluptuousness of her warm flesh.
"We've got two hours," she said, unzipping her skirt and stepping
out of it.
"Keep your stockings on," he said as she dropped her pink lace
panties.
"Kinky!" she exclaimed, leaving her flesh-colored garter belt and
tan nylons in place.
He was immediately hard. She had that effect on him—
although at his age a stone statue would have had that effect on
him.
"How about dancin' for me tonight?" he suggested, sitting on the
edge of Sandi's pull-out bed, which Polly had thoughtfully covered
with a large terry cloth towel.
"Don't be daft," she giggled, reaching up to pull her sweater over
her head.
"C'mon," he coaxed. "It'll be a kick."
"There's no music," she protested.
"I'll hum."
"Okay," she said, quite liking the idea.
He started humming "Tossin' and Turnin'." Polly began gyrating in
front of him, swiveling her hips like a professional.
He was mesmerized by her thick triangle of black pubic hair,
outlined by the garter belt, and found himself getting even more
turned on.
Polly was attempting a few stripper moves, thrusting her crotch at
him, then drawing back.
Grabbing a tuft of overgrown pubic hair, he pulled her down on the
bed beside him.
"Ouch! That hurt!" she complained. But as soon as he jammed his
hand between her legs, he could feel that she was as turned on as he
was.
Frantically he pulled off his pants and underwear. Then he
spread-eagled her, ready for action.
"Give it to me, Mike, give it to me good," she moaned as he
plunged inside her.
She was so hot and ready that he thought he might
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