Chapter 1
His mouth tasted like the Russian Army had marched through in their bare feet. He lay on his side away from Angela. Bad breath in the morning was not very romantic. And Angela was talking to him now, in that deep, throaty voice that was never anything less than romantic. He thought of her full, wide, pouting lips, the lips that always reminded him of Sophia Loren. Sullen lips, with so much promise in them.
"Mmmmm. Where are you going today?" those lips were now asking him. Husky voice. That too reminded him of Sophia Loren. Or used to, anyway.
He lay there, his back to her, and something urged him to play the 'macho' bit.
"Listen, baby, do you have to make me tell you it's none of your goddamn business?"
She swung out of bed, pulling her nightgown down as she did so.
"You bastard," she said without emotion. "Did anyone ever call you a nasty little bastard, Sal?"
"I never pay any attention to what anyone calls me," Sal said.
"That's a lie," she said with a short laugh. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. I never saw a guy who liked himself so much."
"Look, baby," he said, not looking at her. "Why make everything tough? Why start a fight the first thing in the morning?"
"I'm not starting a fight," she said, putting her long feet into a pair of ragged slippers. "I just asked you where you are going, and you told me it was none of my goddamn business. Don't you think where you go is some of my business?"
"No," he said. "I don't."
"I take a lot from you," she said. "I. don't know why I do it."
"I never asked you to take anything," he said.
She sighed. "You want some coffee?"
"Yeah."
"I'll make it."
She went out into the little kitchen and put on the coffee. She didn't bother to put on her bathrobe, and Sal Naples' eyes followed her as she went. She was a little too heavy in the legs, but she was all right. She was big and well-padded, and he liked that, and in a way that was funny because he was a little guy himself.
He strapped on the shoulder holster with the .38 Smith & Wesson he had bought from Pete. It was almost new when he got it and Pete had sold it for twenty dollars. Too hot, maybe. He had a .32 automatic, a German Mauser, which he'd had ever since he was a kid, and he dropped this into the pocket of the blue jacket. , He went into the kitchen and the coffee was coming up in the percolator.
Angela looked at him, and a melting look came into her eyes. She never knew why he did that to her but he always did, even when he was at his meanest. She put her arms around him, and he disentangled himself. He had had enough of her; he didn't want to be touched. Not by Angela anyhow. Maybe by Carola. If Angela were Carola ... But she wasn't.
"How about the coffee?"
"It's nearly ready," she said. After a moment she poured it out, with lots of milk for herself and none for him. He put in four spoonfuls of sugar. He used lots of sugar in his coffee. For energy; he burned up an awful lot of energy.
He drank his coffee standing up and Angela sat at the little white kitchen table. She looked him over carefully, and he could see that she was looking him over.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked. "Why do you have to stare at me?"
She dropped her eyes quickly, and then said: "I didn't know I was staring, Sal. I'm sorry."
"I don't like being stared at."
"I know you don't. I didn't know I was doing it."
"Well, don't do it," Sal told her gruffly, but then softened when he saw the hurt look in her eyes.
"I just want to please you," the misguided woman said, not looking at him.
"Aw, I'm sorry, babe. I'm kinda hard on you, I guess." Sal pulled her up to him and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
"Oh, Sal...." Angela breathed as she felt the beginning of an erection swelling through Sal's tightly fitted trousers.
"Oh, Angie, there you go again getting me all hot and hard," Sal said, flicking his tongue between her lips.
"Can we fuck, Sal, can we? I know you gotta get going, but please, Sal let's do it, okay?" Angela asked him anxiously. She felt her cunt moistening and even though there was a rather large part of her that hated Sal, the self-destructive parts of her almost constantly craved him.
"I'd think your cunt would be pretty tired of my prick after last night!" Sal teased her, grabbing her around the crotch.
"Aw, you gotta be kidding," Angela answered him. I don't never get tired of fucking you, Sal."
Sal took her roughly by the hand and led her over to the living room. Sal took off his pants, so as not to ruin the creases. Sometimes he felt that the lovemaking that went on between him and Angela was a little on the mechanical side. But then again, there were times like these that he felt that the two of them were passionate animals, drawn together by some mysterious but very basic force.
"Are you hungry, Sal?" Angela teased, looking up at him with her provocative eyes.
"Yeah. I ain't had no real breakfast," Sal laughed, lifting her wrinkled nightgown. He sucked savagely on her full breasts and flicked his tongue energetically over the nipples.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhhh...." Angela cooed appreciatively.
Sal jumped up suddenly and stripped off the rest of his clothes with the exception of his socks. His stiffening cock wagged heavily as he walked back over to Angela, whose nightgown was pushed crazily up around her neck.
"You do love me, don't you, Sal?" Angela inquired, as Sal took his place on top of her body. He couldn't help grinding around a little, rubbing his cock into her pubic hair and teasing it dangerously close to the opening of her pussy hole.
"Yeah, baby, oh yeah...." Sal answered, not really hearing her question.
Angela groped for Sal's cock, seeking some sort of reassurance. Her whole identity as a woman and a human being seemed to revolve around her rather twisted sexual relationship with Sal at those times when she felt she had nothing else to hang on to.
Sal rammed his finger into Angela's snatch, feeling pressured suddenly to get their little tete-a-tete over with.
"Oh ... Can't you go a little slower, honey?" Angela implored.
But her so-called lover did not heed her wishes. His one goal was to stimulate her sufficiently so that he could satisfy, himself. If he got her good and wet and she got off, that was all well and good. If she didn't get her moment in heaven or didn't have such a great time on the way there, then that was just too bad.
Angela lay back and tried to enjoy what Sal was doing to her. She felt his thick, stubby fuck finger penetrate her vagina over and over again. He used the rest of his fingers to pull on her labia and tickle her clit. Concentrating on the sensations, she managed to forget about the fact that during this particular encounter Sal was not with her, but a million miles away. It wasn't as if they were sharing something, they were just feeling something that was winding its way out of their sexual organs.
Sal lowered his mouth to Angela's breasts and sucked hard on the dusky nipples. She reached out to rub his cock, and he moved his body in closer so she could reach it. It was surprisingly big and hard when she touched it, but she continued to rub it up and down with her hand. Sal pressed the tip of his cock to Angela's cervix, now oozing with love lubricant in spite of her previous feelings of separation from Sal.
"Can I stick it into your cunt now, baby?" Sal asked her desperately. He usually liked to prolong their lovemaking, but today he had so much on his mind that the blood was pounding through his veins and he could almost feel the semen building up in his balls.
"Let me put my prick into your pussy ...." Sal sighed as he furiously licked Angela's ear.
"I do want you Sal ...." Angela breathed out, pulling his mouth to hers. They tongued each other excitedly and then Sal positioned his body over hers so that his cock could slip right into her cunt. Angela opened her legs and Sal pushed at her labia and quickly inserted his penis into her vagina. Sal came almost instantly, shooting a hot load of jizm into Angela's surprised and unsatisfied cunt.
While Angela remained on the couch more than a little depressed, Sal dressed quickly and got his things together.
"Don't forget to hide all my stuff," he said.
"I won't," Angela answered weakly.
He gave her a piercing look filled with menace on his way out and drove his old jalopy to the corner opposite from Pop Venizia's place. That was part of his plan.