CHAPTER 8
It made me feel bad to know that Mike was leaving, since we had had so much in common under the sheets.
The following night Vito came into my room after I finished dressing. He was all smiles, and I could tell from the crooked grin on his face that he'd had a little more to drink than usual. When he moved closer toward me, I caught a whiff of the bourbon, which indicated even more pronouncedly that he'd indulged quite a bit.
"I've sure got to give you credit for the way that you took care of old Mike," Vito said. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that he was really praising you to the skies," he told me. "The guy has had quite a few women, and a lot of real beauties, and he was married once to a former beauty queen, but he said you were the best screw of them all. That r
