Lindsay Davis Journal
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November 24, 2008
*sitting in my den after returning to New York City, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
As everybody read in my column, I did go to Atlantic City with Joe for those two nights after telling Diego I was going, in spite of the fact that he was not happy. I simply told Diego I would go to Phoenix with him alone for the Giants game there and that seemed to ease the tension.
Joe and I did do a little gambling and had a few nice meals out for dinner, but the majority of the time was spent in the suite making wild, passionate love. Yes, I'm using the word love, so I'm still pretty confused there. We even discussed it while laying in bed after one of the most delicious sexual couplings I can ever remember. I congratulated him and then confronted him, asking why he was making "love" to a well known "loose" woman. He surprised me again, simply saying he was proving that I could actually be "different" and love somebody.
So here I am as I type this, lost in my own emotions.
Last Saturday night was interesting when I accompanied Diego to Phoenix, away from Joe and the irritating confusion he caused. We enjoyed a dinner of stuffed quail in the Bonanno dining room with Tony and Louisa. The quail was delivered by a sexy maid named Ivy and she sure was teasing Diego in that little French maid outfit. The way Tony was smiling I knew she was the bait for Tony's wager with Diego.
After dinner we adjourned to the game room where we shot pool, Tony and Louisa against Diego and me, as Ivy kept delivering the drinks. The men said they needed at least a wager to make the game interesting. Diego pointed out the maid, suggesting that might make a nice wager if she was willing. Tony said he was sure Ivy was willing and she grinned, then Tony pointed at me.
Diego glanced at me and I looked over at Louisa. She licked her lips and winked at me so I knew the game was on. I decided to forget about Joe Black and enjoy the trip, after all, how could I lose? Two beautiful women in potential threesomes. After an hour of very competitive play Tony sunk the eight ball to win the game. Tony simply took me in one arm and Louisa in the other and led us up to the master bedroom. I know Diego still had Ivy that night, but not the Menage a Trois he desired. I'm sure he wanted me there too.
Instead it was Tony Bonanno that enjoyed first watching Louisa and I undress each other, then enjoy sex on his huge king size bed that undoubtedly had been used before in similar situations. By the time we were finished Tony was undressed, sporting a weapon of unbelievable proportions. I'd heard rumors of men hung like that, but never an Italian. Louisa toyed with my chest while Tony had his way with me, an event that I certainly will never forget.
Afterwards, Louisa asked me if I wasn't on the pill since I had demanded a condom. She said she wasn't allowed protection since Tony desperately wanted a son and so far they hadn't succeeded. I explained that although I was on the pill, I always demanded safe sex if I didn't know the man well. She said that so far all he'd had were daughters with his first wife and the other women he'd impregnated, some by the intentionally pin pricked rubbers he kept handy. That probably explained the leakage I noticed and I made a note to stay away from Tony the next day.
Tony knowingly smiled over at me and winked during a very late breakfast the next morning when Diego asked me if I had a good time. The bastard was probably hoping he'd knocked me up.
The game was very exciting, the lead changing hands on numerous occasions, but our Giants guaranteed the 37 to 29 win by recovering the final on side kick attempt by the Cardinals. Tony tried to talk me into staying one more night, but I declined and insisted that Diego take me home Sunday night.
*closing my diary with a little smile but still a bit confused*
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November 18, 2008
*sitting in my den, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
This situation with Joe Black grows stranger by the week. He has attended the last three New York Giant games with me and I know that although Diego just smiled when I brought Joe along the first two times assuming Joe was the "catch of the day", but last week Diego was just a little annoyed.
Diego and I have always had an understanding. We're both free agents, so to speak. He has no interest in ever being married again and it certainly never fits in my career path plans. We see each other a lot, but we both enjoy different bed partners at times, one night stands that add a little zing to our respective sex lives. It also suits the column I write, giving me clever match ups to post. I've actually slept with several of his employees including Gino Caruso, Eoin Ryan and Jason Maloney. No problem, since Diego sleeps with Angela Black often since she's his personal banker and I know he's scored with many other females, including Tammi Hanlin and Ana Demetrius, the Long Island beauty.
But this situation with Joe Black is bugging him, so I told him that I'll be making the trip to Arizona for the Cardinal game without Joe along. The problem now is I attended a political dinner with Diego on Monday night, but instead of going home with him as he expected for a little romp in the hay, I told him I had a late date with Joe and asked him to drop me off at the Four Seasons after dinner. He was pissy as they dropped me off. I need to tell Joe he wasn't invited to Phoenix.
Joe was waiting at the bar and handled not going along to Phoenix fine…… I think….. but then he informed me that he had made reservations at the Borgata Hotel and Casino for us on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Diego is a hidden half owner there and Joe used Diego's name to get us a first class suite. I KNOW Diego will hear of that quickly so I need to tell him I'm going…. IF I decide to go…. I told Joe flat out it was a maybe at best, but he's sure that the never ending hunger in my belly will have me accepting this "date".
*closing my diary just a bit confused*
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November 3, 2008
*sitting in my den, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
This has been a very interesting couple weeks. First Tuesday night I had dinner with Rachel in a quiet secluded booth in the Del Posto restaurant. I have tried to seduce her for years starting way back when we met at Carnegie Mellon in Pittsburgh. She wore a delightful little black dress and I couldn't resist asking her if she was wearing little black panties to match. She blushed saying, "Of course" which I jokingly answered with "Prove it." assuming she would refuse as usual.
She surprised the hell out of me by simply getting up, going in the ladies room, and returning with her little black French bikini style panties in her hand. After handing me hers, she asked me what I was wearing. Wondering if this was a breakthrough moment, I just stood up, waltzed in the ladies room and removed the expensive white silks I was wearing, then came back and handed her mine.
We joked a little and then actually went back in there together and watched each other as we put on each others panties. When I invited her back to my place after dinner, she backed off laughing, saying that was as far as she was willing to go. So, we went home keeping each other's undies. I called her the next day and asked her if she enjoyed mine as much as I enjoyed hers. I could almost picturing her blushing, so I'm sure she couldn't keep her hands off them, either. Progress!!
Next it was Joe Black. I was window shopping in Greenwich Village when who should walk up but my mystery man. He asked if I minded company and I said sure. The shocker was the way he took my hand, entwining his fingers in mine, and there we were walking along in public like a loving couple.
He escorted me into a Starbucks and ordered us two Caramel Macciato Lattes. We went out front and sat at an outdoor table, again like a couple where his hand was soon over mine. After a little finger palm play I said, "Your place or mine?" knowing there was no way he would let me know where he resides.
Of course we wound up at my place where I slipped one of my business cards in his pocket whispering in his ear, "If you really want to get serious, quit sneaking up on me like that. Call me and ask me out on a real date." He surprised me again, by calling Saturday night, then brought pizza and wine that we shared while watching Pirates in the Caribbean.
I realized this situation could lead to problems when Diego found out I wasn't just messing around as usual. I might wind up dating Joe, so I decided to head things off by calling Diego and asking him if I could bring Joe along to the Meadowlands for the late afternoon game between the New York Giants and the hated Dallas Cowboys. He laughed saying, "Sure, the more the merrier." He has lots of room in his luxury suite and I wanted to introduce Joe and get that little hurdle out of the way. They both need to accept the fact that I'm not the monogamous type, but Joe might turn out to be quite different.
*closing my diary with a little smile*
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October 18, 2008
*sitting in my den, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
As everyone that reads my weekly column will hear, I spent last weekend in Cleveland with Diego to watch the Monday Night Football game between our New York Giants and the Cleveland Browns. What they won't know are the details of our stay at the home of Russel "R.J. " Papalardo who though using the rubbish collecting business as a cover, he apparently served as under boss for the Lacobacci regime from the mid 1990's up to the present day, and has allegedly been promoted in the last couple of years and is running the day to day activities of the Cleveland crime family.
Sunday night we spent at the R. J. Papalardo mansion playing Texas Holdem after a delicious dinner. R. J.'s son Russ was there and he grabbed the seat along side me at the huge, long poker table. His mistress chose the seat beside Diego so I knew we were in for a night of fun, just as Diego had promised.
I played it coy, stopping Russell's hand on my knee under the table each time he began the trip up my inner thigh. I knew he wouldn't give up since I was his " hors d'oeuvre" of the evening and sure enough after the poker game was over, he kissed me in the second floor hall, then led me into his bedroom. He is talented and we both enjoyed the one night stand.
After spending Monday evening in the Papalardo suite watching their Browns slap the crap out of our New York Giants, we headed back to the Papalardo mansion where we played more what I'll refer to as Swingtown. Diego and I shared the hot tub and then our bedroom with both Russ and Bobbi Cavalli. She's one hot number and I know I'll see more of her in the movie set in New York City.
*closing my diary with a little smile*
