Chapter 100
~And so much love called on~
Gradually the door to the private room creaked open and unveiled a micro-skirt, hot-thighs, pale-skinned, lady whose face was masked with the broader pages of the news paper she was reading at the time. She was Lucy; the same lady of easy virtue that left her G-string in his pocket some days ago.
"We meet again," her cold crisp voice said, her hand removing the newspaper from her face to reveal a heavy make-up looks.
"Lucy, you again," Mr. Fanny yelled with his cold surprised stare shooting at her.
She crossed her inviting distracting thighs legs, tossed away the newspaper and slid out a cigar from her bag, but Mr. Fanny interrupted hastily.
"Heh, heh," he charged and added, "No smoking in my presence." His quarrelsome eyes said it better.
