Chapter 129

Charming Eva’s Mother

“I can’t recall the last time I had dinner with a woman,” said Tony, sipping his flute of wine and anxiety curled up his lips as he stared into her face happily.

“Most of the dinner I had only succeeded in making me regret having them,” Eva’s mother replied, stretching her hand to a pack of cigars which Tony had included as part of their recipe.

“Do you smoke?” he asked, shooting his curious needy eyes at her.

“I am an occasional smoker,” she replied, taking off the cigar from her lips so as to speak freely and confidently, “Also after good, satisfactory fuck I smoke so you see I am an occasional smoker.” Finally she took the cigar into her tiny pink, kiss-it lips and caught it in the blue flame of the butane lighter.

Tony wanted to know her age, but he would never forget the embarrassing experience in the past, when he asked some random girls on the street about their age; and how they cursed and nagged at him. He had only come to