Peter Moretti has to eat serious rations of shit. He knows he’s starting to lose the war and has to make moves to turn things around. Painful, humiliating moves. First he had to give Solly Weiss his stones back, and the old prick was so sanctimonious about it Peter would have liked to shoot him in the face. But he had to go, hat in hand, apologize, and hand over the stones. Not before he had to take that necklace off his gumar’s neck, which didn’t exactly make her horny for him.
