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Frankie nodded at that phone in Vinny’s lap. “Luciana shouldn’t have called you Vinny, her enforcers should have, so why didn’t they? Where the fuck did, they go?” Vinny stared at Frankie for several long moments, his mounting anger showing in the hardness of his eyes and the strong set of his jaw.

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

Frank jumped up right after Lars, turned to face Laura and shoved his shorts down. Conversation stopped. Each of the women studied the rigid penis in front of them. We were all circumcised. My eyes flicked between Frankie and my wife. Tess was moving her head around, looking at Lars' penis. Once again, it was Frankie that blazed the trail. She moved her head closer. My breathing picked up. Tess and I shared a look, she nodded, just enough. I looked down, Frankie had opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. I never noticed how long it was.

"I am..." Phew... Franka laughed. "Your level of lying is exactly the same as Jessica's, stranger..."