TWENTY-SEVEN

"I want to give them more than just a choke," I focus my attention on Lily's dad once he made himself on the floor next to us, sitting Indian-style.

"So, good," he quieted, then moaned after a second bite. "Lily told me you went all WWE on Paris Blake. I'm glad you did it, girl."

"Dad, don't encourage her," his daughter grunts. "Be a parent."

"What?" Nicky said as insulted. "I know Paris's father; he is a mall security guard with a fetish for men in drags." He winked.

Lily and I looked at each with wide eyes staring back at Nicky.

"Well, I better start dinner and go grocery shopping while Daddy is still out with his buddies." Nicky rose from the floor.

"Dad," Lily called out with difficulty preventing him from leaving. "Are you saying Paris's dad is...gay?"

He chuckled, sitting back down, biting his glossy bottom lips and acting weird. "Oh, honey, you know, before I met Wayne at the nightclub in LA. I met Paris's dad. He and I-"

"Wait!" Lily cut her dad off and expressed a sour face.