“Whilst Sally’s gone I’m to get a shower and try and make myself presentable for Pirelli. I doubt I’ll get through the door looking like someone who’s been dragged through a hedge backwards and then beaten with a stick on the other side. I wander round the house, savoring the peace and calm; some time to myself after the madness of the night and morning. There’s no doubt that Sally has landed on her feet. The place is like a palace, tastefully decorated and spic and span – like one of those homes you see featured in lifestyle magazines. Everything matches and nothing is out of place. I head into an enormous bathroom decorated with large white tiles and chrome fittings. There’s a Jacuzzi bath in one corner, a walk in shower in the other, a pristine toilet and a bidet. Sally has laid out one of her idiot husband’s light blue shirts with a collar on a chair, along with a yellow tie, a pair of black polyester trousers, black shoes and white y-fronts. The fresh t-shirt I brought... with me has ‘I’m with this moron’ written across it in large letters accompanied by an arrow. Hardly the thing to wear when visiting a mafia boss. I hold up the trousers. They’re about two inches too short, but I can live with them. The shoes are a size too small, but should be okay. Thank God I also threw into the plastic bag I brought with me a fresh pair of boxers.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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