Monica inclined her head to me. She stood across the table from Alexis dressed in a nude colored pair of slacks with a matching nude jacket.
"Welcome back," Frank said, who looked me up and down in appreciation.
"Thank you, Frank."
In three months he hadn't changed—probably not even his clothes. His black leather pants were so tight that you could see his Vampire enhanced d**k outlined from tip to root. He wore a half-buttoned, white frilly shirt, black boots, a diamond encrusted choker, and hair so long and greasy that it could have oiled the engine of a broken down hoopdy.
"You're looking as delectable as ever," Frank said.
"As are you," I said.
Frank laughed at the obvious lie.
Tony, as usual, looked good. He wore suede black shoes, black trousers that fit too perfectly, and a m
