I got out of the car and waited till Steve got beside me. He grabbed my hand and told me to be a good wife and we walked into the restaurant were some... business people were already waiting for us. We greeted them and we took place at a table. With me and Steve, there were 8 people sitting at the table. I am not going to tell much about the food cause that would get boring, so I am going to skip about an hour to where Steve started coming on to me. While talking to those people he laid his hand. He depressed an area at the top of where a human's hamstring muscle would normally be and his right leg easily came off.He repeated this process for his left leg and set them to the side.Immediately, he started to fall back and had to position his left arm behind him to support himself. Realizing this was an awkward position, he pushed himself to lean up against the wall.There were several screws holding his pelvis to his hip. Fortunately, a Phillips screwdriver was within arm's reach, and he. Unfortunately the man's head had hit a stool as he fell and the man was in a coma. Further bad luck had followed when it turned out the man was the son of one of the New York bosses in Miami for sit down with a local family.A second bodyguard emerged from the door to Don Vincenzo's study and whispered in his colleague's ear before addressing Tony."The Don will see you now Tony." He informed the mafia boss's nephew."About fucking time." Tony grumbled, getting to his feet and brushing down his. He took her by the hand and led her through another door into a room where the only furniture was a king size four poster bed. He turned the dimmer on low and hit another button; soft romantic jazz filled the room.“For this time only Julia you may call me Joe,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck, his fingers on her shirt buttons. As each button was unbuttoned, he left a few kisses, until he was on his knees at her naval, his tongue swirling around in the indention.Julia slipped her.