Chapter Seven
Dooley
I poured myself a glass of champagne and another for Lisa. She came back into the room smiling. She wore only a white terry cloth robe. She’d scrubbed her face. All the make-up was gone. She looked fresh, and clean, and very young.
“You could be mistaken for a high school cheerleader,” I said.
“Oh, Billy, I feel like cheering!” She gave me a warm hug. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her robe fell open, and I caught a glimpse of her shaved p***y. It was wet. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she said, pulling the robe across her knees. “I just can’t help it.”
“But, Lisa, how could that boy you have every reason to despise...how could he...” I began.
She looked up at me and frowned, “I know, Billy, I know. But when anyone...anyone like Frank, or Silk, or Carl makes me say
