Chapter Eleven

Phil sat in the apartment drinking his tequila, furious. The thing was, he wasn't some old guy. Hell, he was still in his forties. And he had made fifty mil in his business.

But now that he had the money, the sad thing was that his wife Dee Dee wanted younger men. Phil wished he had never started this swinger thing.

It had been fun for a while, sure. But now the bitch couldn't get off unless she had some new young guy in bed with her.

She craved, absolutely craved, sex with as many men as possible.

Now she was out fucking Ziko. Of course.

Well, two could play that game. He'd get himself down to the bar and see who he could round up.

Yeah, he'd find a hot new chick. There were some women who were more loyal, and some people who would think of a man in his forties as desirable.

Yes, sir.

She'd see, and in the end he would leave her and not give the bitch a dime.

He laughed and combed his hair straight back. Looked cool, like a young, prefat Brando.

Fuck feeling bad. What he needed was a little bar action.