"Strip him naked, and, Tony, send in the barber and crew. We have to make are star presentable for tonight's performance. Donnie, you look like shit! You must have drunk half my liquor, well it'll dull the pain. Tony, ask Bill if he's got the football gear from the pawn shop. His "friends" are expecting to see their all-star quarterback, not some drunk, lose his balls."
Don looks like a rag doll flopping around as Vinnie and Nick strip him. Even flaccid his cock is 8 inches. What a pity, wish mine was that big.
"Heh, heh. Youse look like a rag doll flopping around like that, Donny. What a cock, whew, 8 inches soft! This'll be a great show," then the voice adds under is his breath, "What a pity, wish mine was that big.... Why'd I say that, I'm a 9 incher?"
I get up, and walk to the other door. The billards table has been removed. The back room is set up for a meeting, rows of chairs facing a raised platform. Bill is collecting c-notes and saw bucks at the door on the opposite side of the room. Tony comes up, and whispers in his ear. Tony takes over collecting the money, and Bill goes and picks up a card board box next to the stage. He is coming toward me.
The scum is coming toward me carrying the box. Makes me want to spit. I wonder what he's got in the box.
Suddenly, the room shifts. I watch as a loogie of spit flies toward the door frame. The voice booms,"What's in the box, scum?"
"Boss?" Bill's voice was hesitant, he didn't know what'd done to earn the name scum, perhaps Manny'd found out he'd swallowed a little man, "Don's football gear from the pawn shop." Bill nodded at the box.
Bill replaced Tony at the door. Tony came toward me. He stopped in front of me.
"What's a matter, Manny?"
"What d'ya mean, what's amatta? I'm fine."
"Boss, you just called Bill scum."
"Huh, did I? Well, he sold his friend Don down river didn't he?"
"Yeah, I guess. But he was following your orders. That's not the only thing."
"It's not. Then what, Tony?"
"Boss, I've known you for 15 years, and I've always been exactly 8 inches taller than you. This door frame is exactly 7 foot, and the top of it is a foot and a half over your head. I'm 6' 3", see the door frame is only seven inches above me." He demonstrates with his hand, then says, "That means you're 5' 5" or 10 inches shorter than me. You're shrinking!"