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eyes close sleepily, while her mouth slightly
parted now, full lips so inviting. So much for the game , he
thought, as his lips crushed hers. She doesn't play
fair .
Breaking the kiss slightly, as his mouth
hovered above hers, he whispered, "Don't cry. Please don't cry." He
just couldn't resist her. Softly this time, his lips met hers, and
he felt her relax, as her arm came around his waist. He sucked
gently on her tongue before he pulled back and realized this was a
situation. He was rock hard and ready for her. But, she wasn't
ready for him. She needed his help.
He picked her up easily, set her on the bed
and pulled up the covers. Looking up at him gratefully, she didn't
say a word, as her eyes closed.
Running a hand through his hair, he sat on
the chaise and just watched her. Flaming hair, alabaster skin, pink
cheeks, white cotton nightgown. Exotic dancer. She was an enigma,
and he wanted to solve the puzzle.
When the pull was almost over, Robert peered
at the surveillance camera. "Hey, get a load of this." The camera
showed Scaletti exiting the suite, combing his hair. "Isn't that
Red's suite?"
Jerry and Les laughed, as Jerry said, "He
doesn't follow his own rules very well, does he? Never saw him
without a suit on, either."
And they all went back to their monitors.
A few minutes after Al arrived at the
penthouse den, Lefty came in with several newspapers.
"You're up early today," Al said with a smile
as he sat behind his desk.
Slapping the papers on the desk, Lefty said,
"My contact called me on this. Thought you might want to
prepare."
"Okay. Share it with me then."
"A hundred says you can't guess."
Al sat back. "It must have to do with our
lovely Miss Troubix."
Lefty sighed. "Damn, I should know better
than to bet with you. I always lose."
"So what do they say?" He picked up a pen and
held it with both hands.
"Vegas Tribune: 'Our socks were collectively
knocked off last night with the introduction of Las Vegas newest
dancer named Dani. She's queen of the primal lust running under the
surface of this fair city. And to think it all started with a
simple wardrobe malfunction at Winner Takes All Casino.'"
Al smiled. "Primal lust. I like that."
"Hey boss, did you sleep in that shirt or
what? You look like shit warmed over."
"Actually I did sleep in it. And not to
worry, I clean up good. Continue."
"Las Vegas Tattler: 'Dani, a brand new dancer
at Winner Takes All Casino, let it all hang out during a chance
wardrobe malfunction last night. Women were screaming in the aisles
and men couldn't keep their eyes off her as she shimmied and
hair-danced her way through a song. Who cares which song, as long
as she remains on the dancing team at WTA Casino.'"
Lefty continued, "There's more, boss."
Grinning now, Al said, "That's okay. Just
leave them here. And get a copy for Angie over in PR. Guess we'd
better keep Miss Troubix happy then, eh Lefty?"
"You got that right boss."
After Lefty went downstairs, Al made a call
to a friend. "Doc, it's Scaletti. Yeah, I'm fine thanks. Hey what
would make a person have nightmares?"
"Well," the man said, "it could be any number
of things, Al. If they reoccur, I would think of PTSD, Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder, a reliving of an event."
"Yes. Always thought that was a military
thing for some reason."
"Oh, ordinary citizens have it too. Another
stressor would be stress itself. Did the person have any stressors
the day of or day before?"
Then Al felt guilty having looked at the rave
reviews in the newspapers. "You could say that."
"Well the only thing I can suggest is that
you have your friend write the dreams down. Also, no coffee or
large meals before bedtime. Maybe a relaxing bath would help. Also,
there is something called Imagery Reversal Therapy, where the
person rehearses a new ending to the situation in the nightmare.
But, if it gets to be a problem, you know I'm always here. Is she a
girlfriend?"
"How did you know I was talking about a
woman?"
He
parted now, full lips so inviting. So much for the game , he
thought, as his lips crushed hers. She doesn't play
fair .
Breaking the kiss slightly, as his mouth
hovered above hers, he whispered, "Don't cry. Please don't cry." He
just couldn't resist her. Softly this time, his lips met hers, and
he felt her relax, as her arm came around his waist. He sucked
gently on her tongue before he pulled back and realized this was a
situation. He was rock hard and ready for her. But, she wasn't
ready for him. She needed his help.
He picked her up easily, set her on the bed
and pulled up the covers. Looking up at him gratefully, she didn't
say a word, as her eyes closed.
Running a hand through his hair, he sat on
the chaise and just watched her. Flaming hair, alabaster skin, pink
cheeks, white cotton nightgown. Exotic dancer. She was an enigma,
and he wanted to solve the puzzle.
When the pull was almost over, Robert peered
at the surveillance camera. "Hey, get a load of this." The camera
showed Scaletti exiting the suite, combing his hair. "Isn't that
Red's suite?"
Jerry and Les laughed, as Jerry said, "He
doesn't follow his own rules very well, does he? Never saw him
without a suit on, either."
And they all went back to their monitors.
A few minutes after Al arrived at the
penthouse den, Lefty came in with several newspapers.
"You're up early today," Al said with a smile
as he sat behind his desk.
Slapping the papers on the desk, Lefty said,
"My contact called me on this. Thought you might want to
prepare."
"Okay. Share it with me then."
"A hundred says you can't guess."
Al sat back. "It must have to do with our
lovely Miss Troubix."
Lefty sighed. "Damn, I should know better
than to bet with you. I always lose."
"So what do they say?" He picked up a pen and
held it with both hands.
"Vegas Tribune: 'Our socks were collectively
knocked off last night with the introduction of Las Vegas newest
dancer named Dani. She's queen of the primal lust running under the
surface of this fair city. And to think it all started with a
simple wardrobe malfunction at Winner Takes All Casino.'"
Al smiled. "Primal lust. I like that."
"Hey boss, did you sleep in that shirt or
what? You look like shit warmed over."
"Actually I did sleep in it. And not to
worry, I clean up good. Continue."
"Las Vegas Tattler: 'Dani, a brand new dancer
at Winner Takes All Casino, let it all hang out during a chance
wardrobe malfunction last night. Women were screaming in the aisles
and men couldn't keep their eyes off her as she shimmied and
hair-danced her way through a song. Who cares which song, as long
as she remains on the dancing team at WTA Casino.'"
Lefty continued, "There's more, boss."
Grinning now, Al said, "That's okay. Just
leave them here. And get a copy for Angie over in PR. Guess we'd
better keep Miss Troubix happy then, eh Lefty?"
"You got that right boss."
After Lefty went downstairs, Al made a call
to a friend. "Doc, it's Scaletti. Yeah, I'm fine thanks. Hey what
would make a person have nightmares?"
"Well," the man said, "it could be any number
of things, Al. If they reoccur, I would think of PTSD, Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder, a reliving of an event."
"Yes. Always thought that was a military
thing for some reason."
"Oh, ordinary citizens have it too. Another
stressor would be stress itself. Did the person have any stressors
the day of or day before?"
Then Al felt guilty having looked at the rave
reviews in the newspapers. "You could say that."
"Well the only thing I can suggest is that
you have your friend write the dreams down. Also, no coffee or
large meals before bedtime. Maybe a relaxing bath would help. Also,
there is something called Imagery Reversal Therapy, where the
person rehearses a new ending to the situation in the nightmare.
But, if it gets to be a problem, you know I'm always here. Is she a
girlfriend?"
"How did you know I was talking about a
woman?"
He
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