“Three fifty. Better be worth it, right?” Paul grinned.“Shit! That’s like nearly half what we got. We ain’t gonna be going gambling at all a...t the rate you’re chewing through it!”“Hey this is for you, bro. And it still leaves us over six bills. But I can call her back and tell her no, if’n you want? You just ain’t gonna get no Melody-ass if I do. She’s only with me for the cash flow. We both know that. Fuck, YOU know that better’n what I do.” Marty defended his decision.“Yeah I know, bro. But. He asked if I liked to eat pussy. Hell yeah was my answer.He got up and left. Fuck what was going on? A few minutes later Misty came over to me she was pretty well lit and whispered in my ear she wanted her pussy eaten. I was shocked but I was horny as well. I followed her to the parking lot and Jon was waiting at their car. We all got in, and I drove us to their apartment. When the lights came on there were decorations all over the living room wishing Jon a happy birthday. Misty smiled. Awash with Tom Collins (the cocktail, not a stripper) I agreed that would be my next ‘mission, should I choose to accept it’ – hell yeah!!I did some research on the net and through a friend of a friend who I knew dogged from time to time and the place I chose was far enough away that I was unlikely to be sucking off my neighbour but near enough not to travel miles if I needed to get home quickly.Thankfully it was a warm day and there were already a couple of cars parked when I arrived in the. ”We had a nice meal, and then headed to Water Tower Place to see Goodfellas. We all thoroughly enjoyed the movie, and I thought it did a great job of portraying the view of the mob from the ‘bottom up’ as opposed to The Godfather which had portrayed it from the ‘top down’, and had painted a very idealized picture of the top echelons.When the movie finished, we went for ice cream, and then everyone headed home.October 15, 1990, Chicago, IllinoisI awoke to the news that Mikhail Gorbachev had been.