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stared down into her drink, she looked up and made her position clear. “LeeRaines, you’re an asshole for not telling me about this, but I guess I do understand. Now we need a plan. I don’t do this one-day-at-a-time crap.”
Lee was relieved at her remark. “OK, beautiful person. What do you think we should be planning?”
“Tomorrow, Lee. We should be planning tomorrow. We’re going to have dinner with the guy that could be your best friend or your worst enemy. Let’s figure out where he stands. We may not have another opportunity.”
Lee was astounded by this side of Maggie. She was making her position perfectly plain. If this was going to be a war, she was all in - and she was not planning on losing any battles. The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Big Tony and the Navy’s Philadelphia problems. By dinner time they had done away with several free drinks, put a plan in place, and were ready to continue their vacation and enjoy the tables.
After a quiet evening that found them spending more time watching the other players than they spent playing, they retired for the night. Lee soon discovered that the previous evening’s lovemaking had stirred something that wasn’t easily satisfied. But he didn’t complain.
The invitation was relayed by a harried desk clerk who found them having a late breakfast in a little restaurant close to where they’d talked with Tony the previous day. The clerk relayed that that they should meet for dinner in Mr. Bruno’s suite on one of the hotel’s top floors at 7 p.m.. They asked the desk clerk to reply that they would be there, assuming that they would meet at the suite for cocktails, then go out to one of the many fine restaurants in the area.
They spent the day wandering around the town, seeing the sights, playing slot machines, buying silly souvenirs, and just having fun with each other. Neither of them could remember the last time they were this relaxed. Maggie put their thoughts into words with, “It’s as if I was still a girl - as if Viet Nam never happened.” Lee had to agree.
They appeared on time at Tony’s suite, dressed in the best clothes they could dig out of their suitcases. Maggie had hoped for a more formal night somewhere on this vacation, so she was stunning in a dark blue gown that showed off the deep blue of her eyes as well as a generous amount of cleavage. Lee was wearing linen slacks and a niceopen-collared shirt. Together they turned heads as they made their way to the private elevator that took them to the upper suites.
Tony was waiting for them when they arrived. He was wearing another dark blue pin-striped suit, apparently his normal attire. He was effusive in his praise of Maggie, complimenting her until she blushed. Lee was told several times to “never let this beauty out of your sight.” Tony even offered to stand up with them if they decided to take advantage of the services of a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Lee laughingly declined, although not before darting a glance to Maggie to see how she received the thought.
Moving on into the room, they were greeted with another surprise. The suite was huge. They were standing in a large living room and there was a group of servers bustling around a dinner table in an adjoining dining room. The bedroom was nowhere in sight, apparently hidden behind one of the closed doors off the living room. It was a luxuriously appointed room, with crystal flower vases on the tables and carefully selected paintings on the walls.
Big Tony took control of the conversation in his rapid-fire manner. “I hope you don’t mind eating here? I thought we could talk more freely here than in one of the local restaurants. I’m afraid my competitors all like to hear what I am saying. Besides, if you are going to be living in Philadelphia and working with the Navy, it’s probably better that you don’t advertise that you’re my friend, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled at that, but Lee
Lee was relieved at her remark. “OK, beautiful person. What do you think we should be planning?”
“Tomorrow, Lee. We should be planning tomorrow. We’re going to have dinner with the guy that could be your best friend or your worst enemy. Let’s figure out where he stands. We may not have another opportunity.”
Lee was astounded by this side of Maggie. She was making her position perfectly plain. If this was going to be a war, she was all in - and she was not planning on losing any battles. The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Big Tony and the Navy’s Philadelphia problems. By dinner time they had done away with several free drinks, put a plan in place, and were ready to continue their vacation and enjoy the tables.
After a quiet evening that found them spending more time watching the other players than they spent playing, they retired for the night. Lee soon discovered that the previous evening’s lovemaking had stirred something that wasn’t easily satisfied. But he didn’t complain.
The invitation was relayed by a harried desk clerk who found them having a late breakfast in a little restaurant close to where they’d talked with Tony the previous day. The clerk relayed that that they should meet for dinner in Mr. Bruno’s suite on one of the hotel’s top floors at 7 p.m.. They asked the desk clerk to reply that they would be there, assuming that they would meet at the suite for cocktails, then go out to one of the many fine restaurants in the area.
They spent the day wandering around the town, seeing the sights, playing slot machines, buying silly souvenirs, and just having fun with each other. Neither of them could remember the last time they were this relaxed. Maggie put their thoughts into words with, “It’s as if I was still a girl - as if Viet Nam never happened.” Lee had to agree.
They appeared on time at Tony’s suite, dressed in the best clothes they could dig out of their suitcases. Maggie had hoped for a more formal night somewhere on this vacation, so she was stunning in a dark blue gown that showed off the deep blue of her eyes as well as a generous amount of cleavage. Lee was wearing linen slacks and a niceopen-collared shirt. Together they turned heads as they made their way to the private elevator that took them to the upper suites.
Tony was waiting for them when they arrived. He was wearing another dark blue pin-striped suit, apparently his normal attire. He was effusive in his praise of Maggie, complimenting her until she blushed. Lee was told several times to “never let this beauty out of your sight.” Tony even offered to stand up with them if they decided to take advantage of the services of a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Lee laughingly declined, although not before darting a glance to Maggie to see how she received the thought.
Moving on into the room, they were greeted with another surprise. The suite was huge. They were standing in a large living room and there was a group of servers bustling around a dinner table in an adjoining dining room. The bedroom was nowhere in sight, apparently hidden behind one of the closed doors off the living room. It was a luxuriously appointed room, with crystal flower vases on the tables and carefully selected paintings on the walls.
Big Tony took control of the conversation in his rapid-fire manner. “I hope you don’t mind eating here? I thought we could talk more freely here than in one of the local restaurants. I’m afraid my competitors all like to hear what I am saying. Besides, if you are going to be living in Philadelphia and working with the Navy, it’s probably better that you don’t advertise that you’re my friend, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled at that, but Lee
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