A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... “I’ve known Jim and his boys for a while, he doesn’t send bad news my way so when I do a check in to see about you coming to visit you can imagine my hesitance to engage in business with someone who might not match the reputation,” he says and I nod in understanding,” But here we are so let me stop being old and tell me what you want.” “I want to buy off a loan that you have,” I tell him and he gives me a funny look. “I am pretty sure we have several loans that you could buy but I’m hazarding a guess you got a specific one in mind,” Henry says and I nod. I explain the account is with a veterinary clinic and give Steven’s information to Mr. Mulligan who in turn calls someone up from the house loudly and has them run a check, the message runner being a very cute brunette girl maybe a year from graduating high school and as such very out of reach. Even if she were this is business and mixing business and pleasure are bad. We talk a little and he asks me if I’m carrying which I state that I am and he nods in acceptance while I realize if I did try something here my chances are very slim to get out unscathed. The girl returns after a while and states that the contract has been paid up in full, now I’m confused. “Sir I’d like to speak with whoever collected the contract and if possible could we do it here? I’d like to be on hallowed ground as it were,” I ask and explain in equal measure. A phone call is made by the people in the house and I am treated to a lunch with Mr. Mulligan ...

... who is a pretty nice old man considering he runs more than a few money laundering and drug businesses despite the moderately successful farming. I don’t engage the granddaughter in much conversation but she’s got that doe look in her eyes when I talk lightly about trifle things. I’m sitting on the back porch with Mr. Mulligan enjoying lemon water with real lemon, his joke, when I hear someone coming through the house. “Where is the old bastard,” I hear a thick accent from the tri state area sounding off from inside the house. The Guido, I actually get to use that term, comes flying out the back door and nearly passes us at the table before stopping and spinning on the heel of his expensive Italian shoes. He’s about 5’9” and easily 200 pounds, not super obese but he’s a chubby baby. The pale blue and shiny suit with open big collar black shirt and gold chain, pinky ring and possible knock off gold watch and we have Leo Furino. “Ay Mr. M you called me out ‘ere sayin it was urgent,” Leo says checking his status. “Yes Leonard,” Mr. Mulligan says using his full name. “I axed you to call me Leo sir, who dis guy,” he asks gesturing to me. “I am here to make purchase of a debt that you collected on,” I state not rising from my chair. “The gentleman here was asking about purchasing one of our debts but it turns out you collected the full balance on it. The Heights Point Animal Center,” Mr. Mulligan asks and Leo’s face turns a shade of ‘oh shit’. “Yeah I collected on that one when he ...