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When It Rains	By : Illiandyandra Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 9524 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
^^Thoughts^^
^Spoken Aloud Thoughts^
“Speech”
AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)…
AN2: Thank you to all my reviewers. Make me smile; tell me your favorite funny line from this story. Or tell me your favorite moment from it.
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CHAPTER 13
Stalker PoV
^^It’s all over the frickin ‘burg today. I’ve heard about it from at least ten different sources, including my grandmother and aunt. Apparently the rumors have been validated by sexy Stephanie herself. She is sleeping with seven men…two of them black. I can feel the anger welling up in me. I cannot afford to go running off halfcocked. I have appearances to maintain if I don’t want them figuring out who I am, before I am ready to take my girl from them.^^
^^Besides, Stephanie is probably just with them, because she doesn’t think she can find a nice Italian ‘burg boy any more. Everyone’s been telling her for years that Joe Morelli is her last chance at a good marriage. Last chance at ‘burg happiness. It’s not that big a deal as I understand it she never did the whole college party girl thing, so she just sowing her oats now. I can be the bigger man about this. She probably didn’t bother at college cause she was still a bit gun shy after the Tasty Pastry incident.^^
^^There are Rangeman SUVs all over the ‘burg. I guess she got my first letter. It was a bold move sending it to Rangeman-but after I heard that she was giving her grandmother her apartment I knew I couldn’t hand deliver it. Leaving this as my only option. Not much scares me but Edna Mazur scares me more than Rangemen, the cops and my own grandmother combined. And maybe it wasn’t my best idea to say that bit about her niece…but the little girl is so very Stephanie. She looks so much like her aunt did at that age, right down to the big innocent blue eyes, and pouty pink lips. Only MY GIRL wanted to be Wonder Woman, not a horse. They should really get that little girl some counseling.^^
^^Plus I’m sick and tired of waiting. For years, now, I’ve had to listen to Joe and his bullshit. ‘Cupcake belongs to me...blah, blah, blah. She knows it. Just a matter of time; blah, blah, blah.’ He wasn’t so cocky for a while there a few months back. He seemed all shook up. Apparently the Bounty Hunter was making a real move on ‘Babe’. What the hell can’t these guys just call her by her name? She has a really nice one. Stephanie is a much better name than Joyce, or Terri or Helen. When she is mine, I won’t make her stop working if she wants to work. Hell she can take care of making the money, and I’ll clean the house if she wants.^^
Stephanie PoV
By four o clock that afternoon we had managed to assemble all the pertinent parties, and a few who just can’t seem to keep their nose out of my business, in the Chief’s conference room at TPD. “Why the hell is that belino here, Val?” I asked my sister when everyone was settled. My parents where here, Grandma had stayed with the girls; Cal and Hal were with them providing protection, and more than likely amusement. The rest of the JLS; with the exception of Hector; were either seated near me, or stationed along the walls of the Chief’s rather drab conference room. Eddie Gazarra was present, despite it being his day off, as a favor to Uncle Mickey. He was running back to back meetings today and Eddie would provide a PD presence until he could get here. Val and Albert were both, of course, present given the threat present to Mary Alice.
I wish that she would have just let Rangeman handle this, but given what had happened last night, I’m not really all that shocked that she demanded we handle everything through TPD. I’d gone one further and involved Uncle Mickey. He’d been kind enough to let us have the meeting on the ‘neutral territory of his smaller conference room.
“Joe,” Val said stressing his name; “Is a valued family friend. I asked him to be here.”
“Mickey Hawser is a valued family friend,” Daddy said with a hard look at Valerie. “Joe is a Morelli who somehow managed to get my daughter to date his sorry ass.” For a minute he looked like he was going to say more, but giving Albert a glance he seemed to cut himself off.
“Mr. Plum, I’m just here as a representative of the Trenton Police Department.” Joe said conciliatorily.
“Funny cause I could have sworn that the chief asked me to sit in on this meeting for him.” Eddie said from his chair next to my mother.
“Oh let the cacasontenze stay.” Lester joked caustically. “If it makes Valerie allow us to ensure the safety of her daughters; Morelli can sit here, and we’ll just ignore the cabrón.” My parents, Albert, Ranger, Tank, Bobby, Eddie and I all exchanged looks; nodding as one we began to discuss the situation.
I quickly outlined the contents of the envelop. “Given the fact that the pictures go back almost twenty years, we are definitely dealing with someone our age or older. Some body from the ‘burg.”
“Probably some poor sap you dated back in high school.” Joe said snidely.
“Actually, Detective Morelli,” My father’s voice was ice cold and his face as blank as any Rangeman ever. “My Youngest daughter didn’t date in high school. Given your despicable actions after that ‘incident’ at the Tasty Pastry she no longer felt comfortable around the young men she grew up with. Boys who had read and may have believed the filth you put up on the walls of the ‘burg.”
“Just Ignore Him, Frank.” My mother said quietly placing a calming hand on Daddy’s arm.
“I’m still not sure what the big deal is.” Valerie said prissily.
“The big deal is that we received a threat of a sexual nature against one of your daughters from someone who has clearly been stalking your sister for the better part of her life.” Tank said incredulously.
“Oh please, the guy is obviously a harmless crazy. He’s been taking pictures for sixteen years. I mean who in their right mind would even want to stalk Heffy Stephie.” Valerie said airily.
^^I really hate that stupid nickname. Supposedly she gave it to me because I was a chubby baby…but really I think it was just the fact that she didn’t want to have to share mom…Jealous Bitch.^^ “Yeah Well despite your feelings on my perceived stalk-ability, St. Valerie; my stalkers have a history of making good on their threats. I will not allow MA to be hurt because you feel that I am not stalk worthy.” I took a deep breath before continuing. “So, probably, the place we have to worry about the girls the least is the school.”
“Actually, until we know the exact nature and identity of the threat, we will consider all points of equal need for protection. Ideally it would be best to pull the girls from school and move the family into a safe house. However given current tensions and an expressed desire to ensure that the girls not know of any threat; we will simply be keeping eyes on the girls twenty four-seven until the threat has been neutralized.” Ranger said authoritatively.
“Why can’t we let up on school hours?” I asked confused.
“We can decrease out need for a physical presence escorting the girls around the school by doing full screenings on the personnel. But the threat could well be a former teacher who was recently widowed, or former class mate or play mate who now teaches at the school but is recently divorced or coming out of a long term relationship.” Bobby reasoned. “We will need to limit the people allowed to take the girls off campus.”
“Well, it cannot be that many people. Valerie and Albert, of course, myself and Frank, Perhaps Albert’s parents, and Stephanie.” Mom said reasonably. “Mother doesn’t drive and I mean it’s not like Valerie had a job outside the house. She is almost always available to pick the girls up if they are sick, or if there is an emergency. So there is no need for an expansive list.”
“Actually, Mom, Joe and Angelina and Mrs. Morelli are all emergency contacts too. You know Just in case.” Val said brightly. “And I would never put Stephanie on there. If anything, she would be the emergency wouldn’t she?” Val managed to get in another dig.
“Too many Morellis on that list for my peace of mind.” Daddy grumbled. “Why the hell would you put that coglione on the list instead of your own sister?” Daddy asked.
“Joe is a respected member of our community, Daddy.” Val said giving Joe a proud look. “Stephanie is obviously a scopate facile who associates with puttanas and thugs…the very dregs of society…I don’t want my girls exposed to those kinds of people.” Suffice it to say that the look she threw my way was in no way shape or form pride filled.
Now for most of the meeting her husband has been sitting next to her quietly…like his usual snuggle-umpkins self. And what happened, then? Well, in Trenton they say - that Albert Kloughn’s small spine grew three sizes that day. And then - the true meaning of backbone came through, and my brother in law found the strength of *ten* Alberts, plus two!
“Oh please. You have them around you and your ‘friend’ Joe. From where I’m sitting you two are the fucking dregs of society. The ice queen and the dirty cop. Yeah Morelli I called you a dirty cop. I know how many of my clients complain about the way you make your collars. I’ve not said anything ‘cause it would hurt Stephanie. But a lot of Lula’s old friends come to me now and I know that you bust them for solicitation only after you’ve sampled their wares a few times. And you Valerie. I’ve sat here and listened to you attempt to vilify your sister, who you know doesn’t deserve it. Stephanie has come here today to help us protect our girls. And I for one am damn sure gonna take her help. I don’t really give a shit about you and the Morelli spawn you are carrying right now, but MA, Angie and Lisa are my girls, and they will receive every bit of protection Ranger and his men think they need.”
Valerie started to say something, but Albert cut her clean off. “And before you even fix your mouth to say some bullshit about Mary Alice and Angie not being mine, let me remind you who pays for every bite of food they eat, and every piece of clothes they wear. I love those girls every bit as much as I love Lisa and if you think for a hot second I will let you put them in harm’s way relying on that skevy prick next to you; you are crazier than any stalker Stephanie has ever picked up.”
Albert leveled a look at Joe that I never thought he was capable of. “Just get the hell out of here, Morelli.” He said with a vicious snarl. “Get the hell out of this room before I decide to check and see if the Trenton Police Department ever bothered to remove those pesky morality clauses from their contracts. I may not me that great a litigator, but I was top of my class in contract law, and I’m damn sure that I can find a few clauses in yours that prohibit you from sleeping with other men’s wives while on the clock. And I’m pretty sure that fucking a mafia principessa would be rigidly against the TPD code of conduct.”
Joe looked around the room for support and finding none forthcoming, even from Valerie, he huffed his way out of the room. Albert had one last thing to say. He looked at me. “Please do not listen to your sister. She is brutally jealous of you. You are very much stalkable. Had you not already been Ranger’s when we met…and you not been ridiculously out of my league, I might have asked you out. I thought that even if Val didn’t look much like you, you two were sisters, so she should have at least some of your warmth and kindness and giving nature. But she fooled me. She is the exact opposite of you. She is cold and a user. She wanted a meal ticket, and because I really liked your family, I let her lead me round by the dick.” With a sad sigh he turned to Ranger. “What do we need to do to protect my girls?”
“We are going to have eyes on the girls at all times. We need to have the pickup list revised. Helen’s list works best, however you can add Edna, Stephanie and the Rangeman of your choosing. Should we be forced to lock the girls down, or move them in a hurry; that should give us enough possible signatures to get the girls out of the school quickly. Since we don’t know who this guy is, but he knows all there is to know about the Plums, we can assume that he knows that Stephanie will allow no harm to come to ANY of her nieces, we have to treat Angie and Lisa as if they are under a similar threat as well.” Ranger and my dad were looking at Albert a new measure of actual respect. I think we all were.
“We,” Albert stressed the word, giving his wife a hard look, “will make the changes at the school in the morning when we take MA and Angie. Lisa stays home until Val picks the girls up from school, and then all the girls spend the afternoon with their Grandma at the Plums all afternoon. Then I pick them up on the way home from the office, unless we are having dinner there…then Val usually just meets us there.”
“That will work out fine. We’ve already made plans to have eyes on Helen and Edna as well.” Tank assured him.
“Gonna go broke paying hazard pay to the boys who have to guard Edna.” Daddy chortled. “Thank God she’s moving into Stephanie’s soon, Crazy old Bat.”
“Actually, Daddy,” I said chidingly. “We can move her this weekend. Hector’s over there installing a system to keep her safe. He promised it would be very user friendly.” ^^He actually called it Bombshell Proof…but I took it to mean the same thing.^^
Daddy started to hum something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Ding Dong the Witch is Dead’ so Mom hit him across the shoulder with the back of her hand. It was a creepily flirtatious gesture. “Oh Hush,” she hissed at him. Turning to me she continued. “Stephanie, you have ‘eyes’ on all of us. But are you going to listen to your gentlemen?”
Said gentlemen, at least the four present, all exchanged smiles, while Eddie and Daddy just laughed. Even poor morose Albert cracked a smile. “Hey! I listen.” I whined at their disbelief.
“Babe.” Ranger said…in this case it meant. ‘Babe, you NEVER listen when we are trying to protect you.’
“Besides,” I rushed on. “I’ll be onsite either at the fully secure Rangeman building, or at the fully secure new house. I’m overseeing the creation of my department at Rangeman; in fact I have interviews for a secretary tomorrow. Plus we are hoping to move into the new house within the next week.” Which was true. By the end of the week, all but the custom furniture would be moved in and ready for our stuff. “I’m always dressed when I leave the building and am usually in the company of at least one of the JLS or my new team.” I said reassuringly.
“You keep saying ‘JLS’, you mentioned it last night too. What the heck is the JLS?” Eddie asked. Nosy bugger.
I could feel my face heat up. I sat there staring at my nails and refusing to answer when I was saved by the arrival of Uncle Mickey. Unfortunately he was accompanied by Ram, who was carrying another of those damn brown Envelopes.
Ranger PoV
^^I don’t like this. This guy is bold as brass having things sent to her at Rangeman, it means that he knows she’s no longer living in her apartment. Operational safety is damn near impossible in the damn ‘burg. Everybody knows everybody else’s business.^^ I nodded to Ram, and he passed the envelope to Stephanie before beginning his report.
“No prints on this one either. The reports are all back yet from all the pictures he sent this last time. Apparently he wore gloves because the best we could find was a smudged thumb print. It was large enough for us to tell you it belongs to a male…but it was definitely too smudged for an ID. Lula says this means that his prints are in the system and he knows it. He knows enough about printing and criminology to cover his ass.” Ram reported diligently. “Sir, the contents this time around are comprised of just one photo, and a letter. Like last time it was printed on a rather common inkjet type printer. No real help there. But the photo is recent and lends credence to his threats.”
I looked over as Babe pulled out the photo. It was less than a month old given the hairstyle and clothing. It was taken in the park near her parents’ home. She appeared to be playing with all three of her nieces.
“I remember that…it was last month. Mom couldn’t get a hold of Saint Valerie and Grandma needed to be picked up from the senior center. I didn’t feel like dealing with the dirty old men, so I stayed with the girls. We got bored so we went to the park.” My Babe gave her sister a very acerbic grin. “Guess you were busy with your good buddy Joe. You know what Val…all meanness and mocking aside. Just a little sister being worried about her big sis. Please go and have yourself checked. I mean I never let Joe go without a condom, thank God. But if he is getting freebies from the Stark Street girls, and playing ‘hide the salami’ with Barnyard Barnhart…he’s been dipping in the same pool as Vinnie for Christ’s sake.” She said. We could all hear the concern in her voice.
The look on Albert’s face was almost tragically comical. “Yuck. I have got to get tested.” He groaned.
“Oh my God! You just cannot stand the fact that he wants me.” Val said with a real superior air.
“Look I’ve had just about enough of your lip, young lady.” Helen Plum exploded. For the first time in memory I could see something of my Babe in Helen Plum. “We are here about a REAL threat to your daughter…my grandbaby, and all you have done is been derisive and cynical. You have done nothing but kvetch at your sister and try to justify your inability to be faithful to a good man. And before you even think to try to draw a parallel between your actions and your sister’s current relationship or even more, something that happened before you were even born…stop and take a good look around you. Look at Stephanie’s men. Look at your father, and then look at Albert. There is no correlation between explorations taken with the full consent, knowledge and yes presence of your father, and in Stephanie’s case, all of her lovers; and you choosing to betray your marriage vows, with a man you KNEW was banging you on one hand and trying to get your SISTER to marry him on the other.”
Valerie may have tried to mount a defense, but Helen steamrolled right on. “Now your sister just raised a valid concern for your health and wellbeing. And you try to say she is jealous. Of what exactly? Your, oh so committed, relationship with a man who while a great provider, excellent father and good son-in-law, is a bit tubby and slightly balding. She has seven of the hottest men I have seen, since your Father’s Ranger Unit came back from the war, at her every beck and call. Or is she supposedly jealous of you being one of the many on the side pieces of hüvely of a domineering, controlling ass who may have been the hottest man in Trenton-before Rangeman opened its doors. Well newsflash Valerie dear, the least attractive of Stephanie’s men still looks better than that seggfej, JOE MORELLI, and they are all faithful to her and her alone. Now you will apologize to your sister. You will apologize to your husband and you will damn sure go and get yourself tested before you accidentally pass something on to one of the girls.”
Valerie looked like she swallowed a very bitter pill. But she finally managed to grate out, “Sorry Stephanie. I will listen to your concerns and have a STD screening done at my next prenatal appointment. Albert, I’m sorry for stepping outside our marriage without your express consent, knowledge and even presence.” She lowered her voice to mutter, “That seems to be all that’s necessary to make it all ok.”
Helen gave her a sharp looking, letting her know that in the manner of Mothers across the world; she had heard the things Valerie said under her breath, and they would deal with them later. “Now, Ranger…I cannot do it. What did your mother name you? I cannot call you Ranger.” She asked almost begging me to understand.
And I did understand. My mother to this day refuses to call Tank anything other than Pierre. “My mother calls me Carlos, ma’am.” I’d really better talk to my mother soon.
“Thank you. Carlos. Please have your man finish his report.” Helen said smoothly giving me a motherly smile. ^^You know Helen is alright when she’s not trying to pressure my Babe to marry Joe ‘Che faccia di stronzo’ Morelli.^^
“What can you tell us about the development?” I asked.
“Not much, Sir.” Ram elucidated. “The older ones are far too old. The recent ones we’ve traced back to Wal-Mart, but they were uploaded online and picked up with cash. The online account is registered to Joe Blow, and the un-address is equally as creative. Unless he uses it again, it’s a dead end. The IP addies were all over the place. Bookstores and internet cafes—always cash and never long. Other than that, anywhere he could use a free computer without ID.” Ram finished.
I looked at Stephanie and asked, “What do you remember about who was at the park that day?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Not much it was a nice early fall day. Not too hot, not yet cold. Most of the ‘burg was out that day. Angelina was there, with her crew, Shirley was there. Heck, Eddie, you stopped by and brought your boys ice cream. Remember I made you go and get some for me and the girls.”
“That’s right you still owe me ten bucks,” He teased. He turned to me. “She’s right though. All the ‘burg mommies were there. I wasn’t even the only dad to swing through. Remember Anthony showed up with Mooch and Leo. They were there just long enough to give the kids shoulder races.”
“That’s right. Anthony got all mad cause Mooch beat him. He chased Mooch all around the park. Damned fool even tripped over Lisa’s stroller.” She laughed. I could see Tank, Bobby, and Lester exchanging looks and knew they were all sharing the same thought as me. ^^She is too SEXY for word when she laughs; and this meeting is taking too LONG! God I wonder how much longer this meeting is going to take.^^
“What does the letter say, Beautiful?” Lester asked, rushing us along.
“Oh the usual. ‘I will understand soon that he and I are meant to be. That I don’t have to settle for being a whore for you guys…that Ranger doesn’t value me like he should if he is passing me around to all his friends. That the time is coming for me to have to choose.” She paused for a minute. “He’s big on this whole choice thing. Like I have to choose; so it’s my fault if he has to do something bad. The he goes on to say that I’d better make the right choice or else. That’s a real abuser mentality. It’s all the victims’ fault, the baddie had to punish them.” She took a deep calming breath as she balled the copy of the letter into her fist. “He says if I don’t make the ‘right’ choice…MA will get ridden like the horse she wishes to be.”
Every male in this room exchanged looks, we heard Helen and Valerie gasp at the crude, and horrific image. “I don’t,” Stephanie began. She cleared her throat again and continued. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to handle this stalker with a smile and a laugh guys. I’m going to kill him. I am going to kill him in ways, I don’t usually consider myself to be capable of. Uncle Mickey, Eddie, you should cover your ears before I say anything else.”
“No need. Stephanie, you and those girls are family.” Both cops agreed.
“If he wants to threaten me, fine…I’m used to it. Threaten my men, well hell they can take care of themselves. I’d be more worried for the stalker. Threaten my sister…not sure I even care anymore. Threaten my mother or grandmother, and I’m gonna make sure you get sent away for a long time.” The look on our girl’s face is viciously beautiful, and as wrongly arousing as hell. But he is threatening my niece…the one I like the most. The one person I can look at and say ‘now there is a piece of me in this world’ she may not be mine by birth, but she is so much like me. and this vecchio sporcaccione thinks I’m gonna let anything happen to her or her sisters, he’s not just crazy, he’s fucking stupid. He has to die. I refuse to let him live and he come back later. No this one…I will cut of his cazzone and shove it down his throat myself before I let him touch one hair on ANY of their heads.”
Bobby went over and pulled her into a hug. “He will have to get through every person in this room, plus all the men at Rangeman plus Lula and Ella, before he could touch them. That will never happen, Sweetheart.” He said comfortingly. It’s ironic, Stephanie was being comforted by her men, Chief Hawser and Frank were comforting Helen, and Eddie was talking quietly to a very worried Albert. Valerie sat all alone.
Stephanie PoV
The next few days, everyone was on high alert. When Lula found out about the threats against Mary Alice, the rhino-mode was of epic proportions. “I’ll be damned if any sick son of a bitch is gonna hurt any little girl on my watch!” we were kept so busy between keeping a twenty four eye on the girls, packing for the move, and getting the right people in place at Haywood…speaking of, we found new Ella. Ok so her name is Candelaria…though we just call her Larie. She is Ella’s god sister. She was widowed two years ago and had an empty nest. So she is in heaven having all these ‘good strapping boys’ to take care of.
I found a perfect secretary. He actually speaks four languages, including Spanish, Italian and French. He’s here on a four year student visa, but has to work as well. Adrien is just great. He can type and he is very gifted with the spreadsheets, which is great because while Ram is every bit as good as Adrien, Ram hates sitting still long enough to create one. Adrien is also very gay, and already has the biggest crush on Ranger.
He and Lula have been shopping and bonding like crazy. He fits out little department perfectly. He’s got no experience with guns, but carries a bobbie club, and several types of nerve and pepper sprays. Ram and Manny have both been really great about teaching him how to shoot. Me and Lula also to be honest. Even with everything, they have been making sure that Lula and I are working on all our training as well. I was back up to several dozen doughnuts a day, because with the JLS included in the Mary Alice rotation, and me trying go through the pictures and think of who was in the area or present at the event, there has been NO time for nookie.
We were being very careful maintaining eyes on the girls, so careful that the girls and Albert had been ‘drafted’ to help me move my stuff into my room. Since there was no moving of anything other than personal items and clothes, even for all eight of us it wasn’t a huge amount of stuff. I think transporting all of Ranger’s guns took longer than his clothes. In fact the only thing that took longer than the boy’s toys; ie guns, knives, brass knuckles, I think I even saw a couple of sets of nun-chucks; were my shoes. Though I still say that Lester was greatly exaggerating that. Or at least I thought so until we were un packing and I realized that the shoe fairy, aka ELLA, had slipped an extra box or two of high quality, shoe fetish, heels and sandals and even some boots among the boxes of my Macy finds. Looking at some of those shoes, and I was completely ready for Ram and Manny to take the girls and Albert home, and for Woody and Junior to escort my parents home. Thank goodness that Grandma left earlier with Vince to attend a viewing. Probably I’m a bad person, but within the hour I managed to not only get all non-essential personnel cleared from the premises, but I’d also showered, shaved, exfoliated, lotioned and found the perfect pair of black Jimmy Choo Fuck Me Pumps. I had to improvise a cover up, since I was too desperate to even bother trying to find the right lingerie for this seduction. I found a black button down shirt that I’d found on sale months ago. It was cut nice and slim, and ended right below my butt; it showed my ass and cleavage to the best possible advantage. I slipped into the heels, and made my way to the third floor social area, and the guys, with their superb ESP were already gathered there. Ranger was wearing a pair of soft cotton lounge pants, black of course, that were riding low and bearing the tops of his hips. Lester was lounging on one of the couches, wearing a pair of board shorts, while bobby leaned against the same sofa wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. Tank was splayed out in an oversized armchair, wearing some Atlanta Hawks shorts, while Cal sat opposite him in LA Laker’s shorts. Hal’s shorts seemed to proclaim him to be a Hoosier’s fan. Hector’s lounging pants were a beautifully silky pair of gunmetal gray pajama bottoms.
Looking at those pants I angled my entrance around the back of the largest sofa and slid my hand over Hector’s strong, silk covered leg. I walked into the center of the area, and stood for a moment, letting my eye play over the forms and figures of my sexy men. I could only smile as I felt their eyes do the same. The air seemed to grow heavy and heated, and I could feel that heat begin to pool in my center.
Tank PoV
“Little Girl, you have to be the most beautiful woman it has ever been my pleasure to set eyes on.” I murmured gently. God her legs in those killer heels looked spectacular. Strong, supple, and long as hell. The tails of her shirt seemed to be caressing rather than just laying against the tops of her thighs, as if they couldn’t resist touching her any more than we could. Her skin was already glowing and I could already smell her need wafting through the air.
Ranger was standing, so he made it to her first, he pulled her against him and started to devour her mouth. I knew that Ranger was a world class kisser. Good lord knows, Our Girl says it often enough. But watching him pour every ounce of desire in him into that kiss was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. Watching the way the back of Steph’s shirt rode up, displaying her sexy ass was another. I heard groans of pure want echo through the room. I’m sure one of them was mine. I stood and crossed to Ranger and Stephanie. The moment he broke their kiss to catch his breath, I swooped in and pulled her into my arms. Lowering my lips to hers, I couldn’t help but notice the taste of Ranger on her lips. I deepened the kiss, not to obliterate his essence from her mouth, but simply to add my own.
I let my hands roam down to the round globes of her ass. My hands are huge, I’ll admit it…but Stephanie Plum’s firm, tight, plump, sexy ass fills them perfectly. Cal may love the peaches on her chest, but I truly love her buns. I grind my cock into the soft flesh of her belly, and swallow the sweet sound of her moan. I slid my tongue around the roof of her mouth tickling her palette, and finally ended the kiss by drawing her plump lower lip in between my teeth. I worried it for a minute with the tip of my tongue before releasing her into Bobby’s waiting arms. While Ranger and I are gifted kissers, from what I understand Bobby has made it his life’s work to be the best of the best, Sir.
Watching as he used his tongue and lips to turn our girl into a puddle of pussy juice was just too hot. I think Bobby was the only man one in the room not surprised when he slipped her shirt from her slim shoulders. Apparently we were all so busy watching that sexy ass kiss, we missed the fact that his fingers were working at the buttons. As Bobby turned her over to Lester, Ranger’s patience ran out. He lost his pants, and knelt behind Steph. He used his hands to lift and separate the cheeks of her ass and twisted under her to lick her from front to back and all points in between. Even from six feet away I could hear the heady sounds of her pleasure. I could also tell that Ranger, whether by accident or by design, was stimulating Lester’s cock with the back of his head. Suddenly the room seemed to shrink, and I watched in fascination as Ranger turned, shoved Lester’s shorts to the floor grasped his cousin by the cock and so slowly it seemed surreal pressed him into Stephanie’s hot wet center.
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belino: penis
cacca: shit
cacasentenze: a person that pulls words from his ass (literally: someone that shits out sentences)
cabron: asshole
puttanas: whores
principessa: princess
cazzone: penis
Che cacasenno! What a smart-ass! (literally, someone that defecates wisdom)
Che coglione! What a testicle! (what an idiot, only coarser…in U.S, the equivalent is What a dickhead!)
Che faccia di stronzo! What a shithead! Literally "What a face of feces"
hüvely: snatch (Vulgar of Vagina)
seggfej: asshole
dalla cioccie alla culo. from tits to ass.
Peta: fart
scopate facile: easy lay
Vaffanculo!' insult: "Up your ass!
vecchio sporcaccione: dirty old man
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