Chapter Six
Frank
Silk and Dooley put on their robes. After turning to watch Lisa leave, Rafti stuffed his fat c**k back into his baggy pants. “I’ll pay,” he pleaded, “I’ll pay a lot. Jesus, I want her. I want her ass!”
“I’d like to whip that ass till it really bleeds,” Arisha said. Both of them were standing looking for an answer from Silk.
He waved a hand at them, “Sit down. Maybe the night ain’t over yet.” Dooley smiled and opened a folding chair. Rafti and his wife returned to their seats. Silk went into the kitchen. We soon heard him speaking on the phone but couldn’t make out what he was saying. After awhile he came back carrying a speakerphone which he plugged into a wall outlet. Then, he sat down on the couch and, closing his eyes, leaned back. We all waited. N
