In a husky voice she said: "Then I'll expect you in our bedroom at eight-oh-one and you had better be ready for a hot welcome home." Thoughts of the feast waiting for me had me hard as a steel bar when I walked into the house at seven fifty-six.
I dropped my suitcase and briefcase on the living room floor and headed for our bedroom.
I walked through the door and saw Shari spread on the bed in garter belt, high heels and nylons just as I was grabbed by several pairs of hands.
I was caught off guard and the four men had forced me down on a chair before I could even begin to struggle.
Harry was waiting out front and we drove over to a house on Chicago's south side.
Besides Mary Ellen I knew a good half dozen of the people there from my college days.
On the way to their table she leaned close and said: "You don't have to mention my greeting to you. I was giving some serious thought to taking you up on your offer." That of course wasn't true.
" I quickly turned and saw Annette Carlson standing there.
Annette had been my steady girlfriend during my first two years of college.
I left the apartment at my usual time and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street.
I turned and headed down Cortez to the stop sign at Monte Vista and then hung a left.