"Is that true?" Gus asked Millie. His eyes condemned her.The thoroughly shamed young woman wished that she could die. "Yes... yes, it's true!" She buried her face in her hands.Pete reluctantly--turned toward the door, following his embarrassed brother."Wait!" Gus whispered urgently. His sons faced him. "Not one word of this to Danny, understand? And both of you leave Millie alone from now on." Yeah, Pop," Cal said, eyes downcast.Pete was silent. He left the room behind his brother.Gus turned toward Millie who lay crumpled on the bed, sobbing gently. The bedclothes covered her bottom, but her white, graceful back gleamed enticingly in the moonlight.Gus's erection had lapsed. However, he remained uncomfortably aroused. "Why'd you do it?" he asked tensely.Millie raised her head and looked at him. "Oh, Gus, I'm so sorry! They were after me and... Oh, I miss Danny so!" Again she pressed her face against the bed and sobbed.The middle-aged man felt compassion toward her. Danny had told him. “Sexy, sexy hot mama!” he said. Leila looked at his two-dimensional face in bad lighting and looked away. He looked creepier than before this way. “Miss me, Leila? Miss my moves?” She shrugged, not looking at him. “What, can’t answer me, can’t admit it to yourself? Come on, stop playing games,” he said. “I don’t know,” she said, still not looking at him. “The fuck you don’t. You know, Mrs. Mrs. The Mrs. misses my fat dick! Why don’t you just admit it?” She shrugged and shook her head no. “Maybe I’m just having a nostalgic moment, remembering why I had to get away from you.” “Oh yeah, yeah, right! You just had to get away from me after I fucked your brains out a couple hundred times! Leaving me was your mistake. You’re back because you regret leaving.” Leila vigorously shook her head no. “You’re such a bullshit artist. No way I regret leaving.” “Then why are you here? Opening cam to me while you’re in your bed, your husband’s bed, in a bathrobe?” Leila shrugged, excited and her heart.