PAYING HUSBAND’S MAFIA DEBT – PT 1

It was a normal Saturday afternoon. My husband was in his study and I was doing laundry. I was in my usual weekend run-around clothes, so I was wearing a loose tank top, no bra, and running shorts. I’m a curvy woman, with 37EE tits, a medium waist, and a shapely butt. So when I run around the house on weekends, my boobs bounce and jiggle as I move through the house doing housework, cooking, etc. Today was no different.

Around noon, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there were two very rough looking men there. One was medium height, and seemed to have the presence of a “man in charge”; the other was a bigger, stoic man, who appeared to be a protector of some sort. I got the immediate impression that he was the shorter man’s “muscle”. Well, as you’re about the find out, my instincts turned out to be right.

The ‘boss’ said he wanted to speak with my husband, so I turned to the back of the house and called to him, “Bob, there’s someone at the door for you.”

The two men came into the foyer without my inviting them, which surprised me, but I didn’t think much of it. As Bob came from the study in the back of the house, I turned and was going to return to my laundry task, but the ‘boss’ grabbed my arm and said, “no, you stay here”.

When Bob saw who was in the foyer, he looked like he was going to be sick. He said, “Eddie – what are you doing here?”

“You owe me $50,000, Bob. With the vig, it’s up to $70,000 now. You were supposed to pay by last Tuesday. What did you think I‘d do when you didn’t pay on time? Just send you an email? I’m here to help you figure out how you’re going to pay me what you owe.”

As he spoke, he nodded to the big guy next to him, who walked over to Bob, and casually punched him in the gut. Bob doubled over and actually fell to a knee, retching and struggling for breath. The big guy pulled him up by his shirt collar and threw him into a chair in the family room.

While this was going on, Eddie was pulling me by my arm into the family room, and pushed me onto the couch, where he held my right arm tightly, keeping me sitting very close to him, as he stood next to the couch.

“I don’t like having to track you slugs down when you owe me money”, Eddie said.