“10:00am in Cicero,” Anthony said. “We’ll leave soon. That damned spic gang is really causing trouble. I know they whacked that shopkeeper bec...ause he refused to pay them instead of me. I only wish I could finger the guy who did it. They’re muscling into the business all over the Midwest. It’s like the Vietnamese gangs in California. Italians are under assault from all sides. The damned Feds, the spics, the gooks. All muscling in on what’s rightfully ours.”“The Feds are really breathing down. I don't usually like mac & cheese. Then again most M&C doesn't have three cheeses and it isn't fried either. The M&C was like another meat to me. Helen also make a wicked M&C soup, but that wasn't on our take out menu. I could enjoy my lunch because I hadn't done anything to turn my stomach yet. It was just a matter of time before I skip several meals. I wasn't nearly the cold bitch, I pretended to be.I was about half finished with my lunch when Lucas and Abra came into the room. "So what do. Reluctantly, he said goodbye and wished her well, returning to Elspeth. ‘One down, more to go,’ she said over a huge mug of French Mocha coffee. ‘You’re funny and talented, you’ll have no problem,’ she reassured him. She was right, the spell was still working. A few days later, in that same café, he ran into Holly, an exotic dancer he recognized from a club he’d visited a few times with friends. She was sexy and petite and he remembered how well she had moved, owning the stage. He had tipped. "Thats better. Now, lets start again," he said. Taking hold of her hand he lead her back to the bed. He sat down naked and Becky stood before him. "First lesson. When a man needs a women he wants to see what he getting, so take off your night dress so I can see you."She squirmed with embarrassment. Meeting his eyes she grasped the hem of the thin cotton down and drew it up slowly. Gil watched the long slim legs appear and the rounded hips with the vee of brown curly hair, the indent of her.