Roz smiled but didn’t respond as shemade her way toward the steps that led to the front door. Marshall took a sly peep at her as she walkedup those steps. She wore her standardoffice fare: high heels, a skirt above her knees, a silk blouse untucked, and ahip-length suitcoat. But with hercurves, he thought, nobody wore standard better. He fully understood how a man like Mick theTick would have chosen a woman like her based on those curves alone. With those curves, Marshall thought with agrin, she had to be good in bed. “Had tobe!” he declared happily, as he drove her wonderful-smelling Bentley toward thegarage.
But as Roz entered her home, bed wasthe last thing on her mind. She headedfor the family room where she knew she’d find them. And there they were: Michello Sinatra,Junior, better known as Duke, and Jacqueline Sinatra, her grade-schooltwins. Joey Sinatra, her stepson and oneof Mick’s grown children, was also in the room. Only he was on the phone with one of his lady friends, plotting hisevening out.
There used to be a time when her twochildren would see her and rush into her arms. Now they were too busy on their iPads or iPhones. But Roz still smiled. No matter how much theywere growing up, they would always be her babies. She walked over to them. “Hey,” she said, placing her hands on theirshoulders.
Duke did bother to look up at her andsmile. “Hey, Mommy.”
“Hey.”
“How was your day?” Duke asked her.
She smiled. “Perfect now that I’m seeing your beautifulface.”
Duke beamed.
“And how are you, Miss Jackie?”
“I’m good,” Jackie said, typing in afew more words. Then she looked atRoz. “Sorry about that.”
“Who are you corresponding with?”
“Just a girl from school.”
“Sending emails in elementaryschool,” Roz said, shaking her head. “Myhave times changed!”
“They aren’t ancient like in yourdays,” Jackie said. Roz pinched her, andshe laughed.
“Where’s Daddy?” Roz asked.
“Upstairs,” said Jackie. “He’s in the shower I think.”
“Mommy?” Duke asked.
“Yes, son?”
“When I grow up, will I be rich likeDaddy?”
Roz looked at him. “Who says he’s rich?”
“This kid at school. He said it like it’s a bad thing. But I said he doesn’t know what he’s talkingabout. Then he says Daddy’s a mopster. I said what’s that? He didn’t know. By then, I wanted to bop him one!”
“You should have,” said Jackie.
“No you should not have,” said Roz,correcting Jackie.
“And the term is mobster, not mopster,”Jackie said, correcting her brother. “But what does kids know anyways?”
Roz shook her head. Yup, they were growing up fast! Especially Jackie. Then she waved at Joey.
Joey waved back but was too involvedin his phone conversation to do anything more. He was no longer in the wheelchair, except when the pain was tooexcruciating for him to walk at all. Butmostly, he was now able to just rely on a cane. And he was back on the dating scene big time. Every night, it seemed, there was a differentgirl he was chatting up. Before theshooting that gravely limited his mobility and that at one time had himparalyzed, he was always a ladies man. He was becoming his old self again, in that regard, and Roz was glad hewas showing some signs. Then she madeher way upstairs.
She spoke to Mick’s Footman as hecarried two garment bags out of their bedroom and down the stairs. Mick was still in the shower when she enteredthe bedroom. She sat on the edge of thebed, took off her heels, and began rubbing one of her feet. Her toes looked beautiful, as her manicuristmade certain of it, but her feet were killing her. It had been a long day. But it was only going to get longer, sheknew, because Mick was leaving.
When he finally got out of the showerand dried himself off, he tossed the towel down the chute and made his way intothe bedroom. When he saw Roz, hedisplayed a barely registered smile on his face that most people would not haveeven seen. But Roz saw it. She also saw his fine body and long, danglingpenis as he made his way to his underwear drawer. She continued to rub her foot. “Going somewhere?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he said as he pulled out abrand new pack of briefs. Then he lookedback at her as she began taking off her suit coat. “How are you?”
“Ah, I’m okay.”
“Rough day?”
Roz nodded. “Another rough day, yes.”
“More defections?”
Roz nodded again. “Yup.
Mick turned back around. “It’ll get better,” he said.
She knew better than that, but shedidn’t go there. “Where are you going?” sheasked him as she began unbuttoning her blouse. When he didn’t respond, she asked again. “Where, Mick?”
“Rome,” he said as he tore open thenew pack of briefs.
“What’s going on in Rome?” she askedas she removed her blouse and then her bra. She was getting comfortable, after a long day of work, and was ready totake a long tub bath. When Mick didn’trespond to her, she looked at him. Andrealized he was staring at her.
Mick stood there getting larger andlarger, and he could taste those large breasts of Roz’s from where hestood. He dropped that package of briefsand made his way over to the bed. Heleaned down and kissed her on the lips passionately, and then he laid her backon the bed, and pushed her further up on the bed, and got on top of her. And he began ravaging her breasts.
Roz smiled with a hooded look as shecouldn’t help but enjoy his ravaging. “You can’t answer my questions,” she said, licking her lips as he didher, “but you’ve got all kinds of answers for my titties.”
“All kinds,” Mick said between sucksand licks and bites. And then he beganmoving down, and grabbed the band of her skirt and panties and pulled them bothall the way down her legs and off of her body, leaving her completely nakedlike him. And he opened her legs and ateher long and hard down there.
He ate until it was too much for bothof them, and guided his rock-hard penis inside of her. He laid down on top of her and began a slow,sensual
