Her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned..... as Romance knelt behind her like a steed in heat. They completed together and both collapsed onto the sheets.... Romance stretched, arose from the bed and stepped outside... still naked.   The streets were bustling with mobsters of various ranks and position.  Her moistness stilled dripped from him as he spoke to the crowd....

"Hello.... my name is Romance. Please excuse my powers of seduction while I speak... I'm afraid I cannot control them, and they will most likely draw your cities' women into my arms.  Rest assured they will be safe there.... cared for.... loved....

But that is not what I am here to speak about..... What I am offering is an opportunity for you all to benefit from my wisdom and knowledge about all things romance.  How does romance play into This Thing of Ours?  Well... being a gangster in itself is a romantic notion.... yet, some of you struggle with even the most basic of concepts.  It's sad really.... almost pathetic.  I know of one particular individual whose family tree for generations has made countless awkward public attempts of seducing women in coffeeshops, the streets, private mails, only to have his uncomfortable advances shot down, even once being tricked into making love to another man posing as a women.... the list of embarrassments goes on and on.  I won't mention any names.  I digress.

I will be introducing my advice column in the upcoming mafia newspaper, replacing the old Dear Judith columnist who is no longer with us, God rest his soul. If you have a question.... any question..... or need advice about love and/or the romantic needs of women or men, I am the man with all the answers.  Should you wish to have your question remain anonymous, I will maintain your privacy. This is my column, but it will be whatever you, the fine people of our mafia community make of it.

Don't be shy.... I don't bite......... unless...... you want me too............"

With that, Romance turns his back to the crowd.  The woman gaze upon his firm and hairy buttocks as he returns inside.  She is still in the bed waiting for him.  She puts out her cigarette and smiles at him.  He mounts her.......

.....the door swung back open, allowing those on the streets to see directly into the room Romance and his lover were entangled.... only this time rather than waiting until he was finished to begin speaking, Romance addressed the crowd mid-stroke.....

"Friends...... I should add..... along with relationship and romance advice... please know I will answer and offer advice to all inquiries pertaining to This Thing of Ours or a life of crime, as I am an expert in that field as well.  Now if one of you gentlemen wouldn't mind shutting my door I would appreciate it.... or perhaps one of you women could shut the door behind you... and join us......."

Has a messenger urgently run a note over to Romance, clearly stating that he wishes to remain anonymous but that his advice in this....rather personal matter would be greatly appreciated and that the lady in question was due to visit him later that evening so if a prompt response were possible he would greatly appreciate it. He had slipped a few dollar notes in the letter and as the messenger sped off he sat and sweated profusely waiting and hoping and praying for some help....

Going about his business, Anthony catches the cry of a passionate man from a door step and alters his course. He listens for a moment, considering the approach and language used, then speaks up. 

"Do you seek to break the ice regarding this topic and address what is or is not appropriate on our streets? There may be some substance to this cause as it seems to me that, in an age of prostitution and brothels, we see very little blue talk. There could certainly be room for a discussion on this matter."

"However..." He indicates to the mans crotch. 

"If you're just here to swing your dick about... Well mazel tov, I suppose."