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ass.   The pleasure was going to be
all his, he thought, as he continued to watch her leave.  
    It
wasn’t long, however, before Grace was accosted by yet another good looking
man.   But there was something desperate
about this one.   “Nice party,” the guy
said as he approached Grace.   “I’m
pleasantly surprised.”
    “So
am I,” Grace admitted.
    “I
expected boring in the extreme, but it’s not boring at all.”   Then he extended his hand.   “I’m Randy, by the by.”
    Grace
smiled and shook his hand.   “Grace.”
    “Your
name certainly fits you.”   He looked down
the length of her.   “In more ways than
one.”
    Grace
ignored his flirtatiousness.   She was
used to it now.   “Have you known Jake and
Edith long?”
    “Jake,
yes.   We played football together in
college.   What about you?”
    “Not
long, no.   I met them through my
husband.”
    He
nodded.   She expected him to ask who her
husband was, but he didn’t.   Many of
these womanizing wealthy men would rather not know, undoubtedly, she thought,
so they could deny knowing later.
    “Let
me refresh your drink,” he said, taking her half-empty glass.   He took a drink off of the tray of a passing
waiter, and replaced it with Grace’s half-empty glass.
    “Thank-you,”
Grace said, accepting the drink.
    “One
thing I hate is a woman without her liquor.”
    Grace
laughed.   “Why am I not surprised?” she
asked jovially.   As she spoke to a woman
who came over to say hello, Randy took the opportunity to check her out from
head to toe.   Especially her full
breasts.   He seemed fascinated by her
breasts.
    Sal
noticed the fascination as he looked at the twosome from across the room.   He looked at Tommy, to see if he saw it too,
but Tommy was too busy laughing and talking with his own group of admirers, to
so much as glance Grace’s way.   A robbery
was taking place, Sal thought, and Tommy was asleep at the switch.
    But
Sal thought wrong.   Tommy was wide
awake.   He was laughing and talking with
his circle of friends, but he was also keeping an eye out for his wife.   Nobody would know it.   Tommy was a master at undetected
surveillance, and he was watching her closely.   He even watched as Grace said her goodbyes to Randy and moved away from
him, and how Randy made his way, a few minutes later, back by her side.   And when he would make her laugh, he would
touch her, or brush against her ever so gently.   So gently, so subtle, that Grace wouldn’t even notice it.   But Tommy noticed it.   He kept his distance, talked with his
friends, and noticed.
    After
several minutes of this, Grace finally broke away from Randy’s presence again,
to go join a group of ladies in the parlor.   Randy then, realizing he could not possibly follow her there, made his
way to the bathroom.   It was then that
Tommy calmly excused himself from the crowd, placed his drink on a passing
waiter’s tray, and headed for the restroom also.
    He
waited, in the hall, for Randy to flush and then unlock the door.   But just as Randy was about to come out of
the restroom, Tommy bum-rushed him and forced him back in, closing and locking
the door behind him.
    “What
are you doing?” Randy asked hysterically.   “Let me out of here.”   Randy moved
to leave, but Tommy was blocking the door.
    “What
are you doing?” Randy asked again.   “What
the fuck are you doing?”
    Tommy
stood at the door, with his arms folded in front of him.   He was as cool as Randy was hysterical.   “Do you know me?” he asked him.
    “I’ve
never seen you before in my life!”
    “You
know Grace.”
    “What,
the black girl?   Yeah, we spoke.   I spoke to her.”
    “You
did more than speak to her,” Tommy pointed out.
    “I
spoke to her, that’s all I did!   We
talked!”  
    “Who
do you think you’re yelling at?”
    Randy
settled back down. “All I did was talk a little to the lady.   That’s all I did.”
    “That
lady is my wife,”