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 newspaper 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 makeup look.

“Lucy, you again,” Mr. Fanny yelled with his cold surprised stare shooting at her.

She crossed her inviting distracting thighs, 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.

The cigar stuck between her red-glossed lips as she stared at him agape, winking and deciding within herself to be loyal for the first time in her life. Ruthless to a fault, no man had ever ch