" Angelo?" I questioned."He does all our wigs, Sweetheart," she informed me. "He's been around for ages. He used to be the stylist at Broadway Wigs. N...ow he has his own shop. We wouldn't think of using anyone else. When this needs to be cleaned and re-styled, I'll take you to him and introduce you."We knew neither of us could bear to part with the beautiful hairpiece, so I made plans to send money with Dianna to reimburse Mimi. My lover assured me Angelo would be able to obtain the replacement. I “helped” him cleanup the kitchen mostly by searching his refrigerator and cabinets, while he actually put things away and cleaned. A tight hug (God we are still so sweaty), a friendly kiss and I make my way across the yard to my house.It is amazing to me how little Glenn annoys me. I can even accept that he has opinions that I didn’t give him. He is such a genuinely nice person; I just do not understand how no one has taken advantage of him and locked him up as their slave. Not a word of. It was painful, as intended. Scott palmed the man's skull with his other hand and pressed until the drunk begged for him to stop."Call for a taxi," Scott said over his shoulder.Shirl scrambled for the cordless phone."Who the hell are you?" one of other patrons asked from the dark of the bar."I'm the guy they called to take out the trash. Got a problem with that?"There wasn't an answer."I understand a drunk mouthing off," Scott said. "You lay hands on a woman, you leave, period. Threaten to come. Waking up in my bikers shorts. The boy introduced himself as Cody and said he was staying the summer with the Miller's down the block, I introduced myself as Mister Wright.I shook Cody's delicate hand it was velvety soft. I opened the garage door and got out the lil air compresser for him to use and stood back as I watched him bend over to put the air into his tires, all the while his shorts are revealing damn near all of his sexy ass. By now My cock is noticeably hard and straining to get.