"Portobello and those white ones. None wild."I looked at Lynette, the expert. She said "Portobello." How many?" I asked."Half a pound." How much pork?..." Two pounds." Anything else?" The kitchen has everything else." Can you spare half a pound of the Portobellos and two pounds of pork loin?" I asked Harry."No problem, Jim." I'll run over." We'll have your ingredients ready."I clicked off and gave Lynette a big hug. Lynette walked toward our kitchen to start putting things together.As soon as I. I don't know what happened, it's all over me. I canfeel his blood in my mouth but can't stop myself. Why can'tI stop myself? It tastes so good. Better than anything Ihave ever tasted. I can feel my nipples becoming erect at the sensationand a buzzing feeling between my legs beckons me tocontinue. It feels so good; I don't want it to stop. More, Ineed more of it. MMmmm, it tastes so good! I can feel mybody tingling with electricity. It's getting better. I feelsomething I don't remember feeling.. Sick. 3.You don’t fuck with Stan the Man. OK, let me rephrase that. In a perfect world, no one would think to test their luck by doublecrossing Stanley Leigh. People would pay Stan his dues, people would stay true to their promises, people would do their jobs and everyone would be happy. In a perfect world the three of Stan’s thugs we have here would be without work. Because nobody would fuck with Stan the Man. Then again, as if you needed to be reminded, we don’t actually live in the perfect. "It is a risk," I agreed. "But I just want to see her, okay?"Evania and Vivienne looked at each other for a moment, but said nothing. I'd always been in charge of this little adventure, and it wasn't their place to argue. So I set off again, knowing exactly where Cassandra was headed even if I lost them.Sure enough, she and Fat Tony stopped in front of our favorite restaurant, Bobby Van's on Broad Street. Unlike Taylor or Ashlyn, who both ate like very small birds, Cassandra was a meat and.