The Married Man of Summer #1

Alyssa was all in white. White jeans, white top, and white heels, she looked like an angel. She had her long nails painted coral, she was too lazy to paint them white. We then took pictures, lots of them, I had a Kodak Instamatic, it used 126-type Pak film. It took over two weeks to develop. I couldn't wait to get back the prints, I was starting a scrapbook. It was mostly of my legs and Big Al's breasts.

"Come on, pocketbooks, let's go." And we went out the front door, the new female in this apartment was settling in for the summer. She kept her head down, the hair in her face, she was now making sure she had everything she needed in her bag.

Allyssa had it all planned out. We were going to a social club, it was run by a huge Italian man named Julie. It was right around the corner from the house. Julie saw us and beckoned us in, we followed. We went through the front room, set up like an office, couple of chairs, desks, bunch of phones. Next, we went through some kind of make-shift warehouse, full of boxes, hand trucks, and shelves and shelves of liquor bottles and cases of Italian wine. We ended up in a room full of tables and chairs, with three televisions on the walls. There was a full bar in the back and a man with a hat playing solitaire behind it.

"Julie, what's this?"

"This is your present, well only one is your present the other is a gift to myself."

He smiled at us, it made me nervous. He gazed from my heels and then back up to my eyes, he took a long pause at my breasts. Julie helped us both onto the bar, he lifted us around the waist. We sat, we crossed our legs, and Julie admired our footwear.

They then gave us little shot glasses filled with a toxic green liquid. "Always start with Kamikazes." He held up his drink, we did the same and shot it back.

Sour, lots of lime, I liked it a lot. "Mmm, I love this," I said in my sweet little girl voice.

"Ah, this one's mine." And the man took my empty glass and gave me another one.

Julie helped Big Al off the bar and they backtracked into the warehouse. She winked before the door closed and she was gone, leaving me alone with the tall older man. He took off his hat.