ROMAN'S P. O V.
CAZZO!
Alberto always has the worst timings. If it weren't for the dammed call, I'd still be with Callie right now.
Fúck!
I was known for having a firm ground, I wasn't easily swayed by women, but when I walked into our room, and seeing Callie in that gorgeous red dress, all I could think of was how prettier it would be polled around her feet, while I explored and marked every slope and curve of her body.
Double f**k!
I took a sharp turn towards my casino- The Phoenix, where Alberto had called me about an Irish mob situation. His call was both helpful and frustrating.
Frustrating because It brought my time with my wife to a halt, and helpful because I'm losing my goddamned mind!
I made a bet and so easily was I ready to tap out just in was less than fifteen hours
