Tony was 72 years old and very seldom went anyplace that wasn't extremely secure. To Tony Rizzo's mind, a cemetery was an invitation to snipers. Not m...any Mafia bosses reached the ripe old age of 72. Tony had because he never relaxed his guard.The tall old, white haired man had stridden across the cemetery from his limo as if he owned the place. His body guards were fanned out around him and were having trouble matching the pace of the tall old man. All were having trouble except for Maximilian. She now had the support of the lift wall. The lift stopped as we reached the 5th floor.Again I made a firm grip near her waist to help her come out and reach to her flat door. I asked for the keys which she handed, and I opened the door. I helped her to sit on the sofa. She seemed to then relax a little. Until now, I wasn’t feeling anything nor thinking that I touched and held her by her waist.I asked her to ring her husband so that he can come early. She dialed, but it looked that he was busy. The low to high screams warned of this storm’s approaching fury. Looking away for a second as lightning flashed, I missed seeing her dash from the window. Moving through the house, I paused by the TV. What I saw told me I needed to be moving faster. A lot faster. I grabbed my raincoat and flashlight from the backdoor as I rushed out into the storm. I saw a light moving franticly across her backyard towards the hedge gate between our yards. When she had first moved in I told her to use my storm. Judging by Sam's soft panting, she liked it too.Her efforts were interrupted when she felt Sam's hand on her thigh. Rather close to her skirt, too. The anticipation was enough to make her moan out lightly, especially when Sam's hand slid further up her leg, closer to her most intimate spot. There was a brief moment of hesitation in path of the blonde's hand, but it decisively moved on to the cotton covering Carly's wet core.Part of her wondered why Sam was now the one taking charge, despite her.