CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, s**t, we've got company. I guess that's Grillo and his doll," Penny said, jumping up. "Looks as if it's your lucky night, Bill, we may just let you get f****d after all," she said laughing at him as she hurriedly put her clothes on.
Frank Grillo was close to fifty, a tough, graying, squat man with a mean face, all of it forgotten somehow in the way he filled a room with his presence, filling it with a quiet kind of power.
With him, Lisa, acted almost more like a servant than a s*x partner or girl friend. Grillo politely introduced himself and Lisa. "We're way ahead of you, Frank," Penny said, "we've already finished round one, why don't you join us?"
"I think I'll have a quick drink down here, first, if you don't mind, Mrs. Matthews. I've had a long day and I'd like
