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Lindsay Davis Journal
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January 23, 2008
*sitting in my den, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
I really enjoyed spending last weekend in Wisconsin with Diego to watch our New York Giants upset the Green Bay Packers, 23-to 20. Most of this anybody can read in my New York Times gossip column, but here in my private journal, I can record everything that happened.
We were hosted by Phil Bonnano and his pretty blonde wife, Sara. Phil runs Bonnano Industries, a firm similar to Diego's operations in New York City.
Sara had never met me before and I knew when we were introduced that she gave me the once over look that I'd seen many times before. I nudged Diego to keep his mouth shut and played the Miss Innocence role.
Sara actually loaned me heavy winter clothing to wear to the football game on Sunday night since it was really cold, hovering around zero with a wind chill factor of around minus 25 degrees. When we got back to the hotel where we were staying, Sara took me in their bedroom to shed the heavy clothing we were wearing. I was still wearing slacks and a blouse when Sara said she might as well put on her jammies before we joined the men out front near the fireplace.
I tried to look real innocent, even feigning a blush, as she stripped down to just her panties and fetched her flannel jimmies out of her suitcase. She walked over, real close, and said quietly, "First time you've been this close to a naked woman, Lindsay?"
I stumbled around looking shy responding, "Ahhh…. are you actually…. aahhh…. hitting on me, Sara?"
"Would that upset you?" was her answer, " I know Diego has to be fucking you or you wouldn't be here with him." Her eyes sparkled as she traced a finger down my cheek, actually teasing my lower lip.
I continued to play coyly, like a startled bird caught by surprise. "I wasn't expecting this, Sara. I've never……. you know….."
She closed the remaining distance and kissed me. I played it out perfectly as the seduction continued, letting her lead the way. Having seduced many women myself, I knew exactly what turns the seductress on and played the role to the hilt. I whispered those nice little things, "Oh my…. I don't know if, " as she unbuttoned my blouse and touched my breast.
She stopped at that point, since we did have to go out and sit with the guys, but she said she'd take me shopping in Milwaukee tomorrow while Phil kept Diego company and paid off his wager.
The seduction continued in Victoria's Secret dressing rooms the next day and we consummated the delicious affair in her bedroom later that afternoon. Diego knocked on the door and told me we had to leave an hour later.
I've written Sara a thank you letter, telling her just how much I'd enjoyed our little tryst and inviting her to New York City. I'm sure she'll talk Phil into a little visit.
*signing off with a smile*
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January 10, 2007
*sitting in my den, smiling as I use my password to open my secret diary*
What a nice surprise last night! It was Eoin Ryan on the phone from the Plaza Hotel lobby asking if he could come up to deliver my numbers winnings.
I had lunch that afternoon with Tammi and she couldn't stop telling me what a stud this new Irishman was. Diego hired Eoin to take over the numbers racket after Denny heartily recommended Eoin. Apparently he had experience with similar lottery games in Ireland.
Tammi said that she met Eoin at the Genovese meeting a few weeks ago and she took him home with her to give him his first free massage. She was so impressed with him, she asked Diego if she could "keep" him. Eoin agreed and his new cover up job is working for Tammi as a masseur. She gave him a room on the 4th floor where all the other escorts live, but he's been sleeping mostly in Tammi's place. She said he really has amazing "staying power" aka endurance.
When he called me I, of course, invited him right up. I wanted to find out just what this Irishman had to offer. I dimmed the lights, refilled my wine glass and turned on some soft jazz as background music.
It was apparent at the door when he referred to me as Miss Davis that he had no idea who I really was, or that I often sleep with his new boss, Diego. He said he'd wait until I counted the $2500 in the envelope and signed off the marker.
He said he needed to leave pretty quick, but I insisted that he stay for at least one beer. I walked in the kitchen and fetched him a Guinness, thinking he had to be a heavy ale drinker like most Irishmen. He smiled at my choice and when I intentionally let my skirt ride up as I sat down to count the one hundred dollar bills, his eyes drifted straight down to my stems.
I broke the ice by telling him I'd had lunch with Tammi and heard what a great masseuse he was. He smiled knowingly so I point blank asked him what a massage right here and now might cost me. He said one hundred dollars, the same price we ladies pay for a massage at the Carnegie Hill Spa.
I handed him one of the hundred dollar bills from the envelope, then asked how much the extras might cost. He smiled and said he needed to call Tammi and advise her he might be late getting back since he had a client.
That's when the negotiations began in earnest. He said a nice, plain, slow fuck would set me back a grand. I just smiled and asked what about the extras. His answer was a knowing smile.
The sex was everything he promised and I enjoyed every minute of it. We snuggled in bed together but when I woke up he was gone. He'd taken just the $1400 dollars we negotiated.
*signing off with a smile*
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November 7, 2006
*sitting in my den, opening my journal to add a few things*
Today I had lunch with Diego and Rachel at the Palm Court. Rach was there to collect her $5000 winnings since she always play $10 straight up on 555, the number that hit on Monday at 12,105.55. Diego insisted that she buy lunch, in spite of all her whining.
I had voted early this morning and been following the early results. The only surprise so far was a new name that popped up out of no where on Staten Island, David Dewher. It seems he's a write-in, a total independent favoring no party.
Diego growled when he heard that he's in a dead heat with Amber Valetta. Is he loses, who knows what this Dewher might decide regarding the refuse removal contract for 2007.
I spent Monday night in Mahoney's Irish Pub enjoying the company of a businessman named Michael Harrington. He's new here in New York City and we danced the Green Fields. Decaln and Molly sat at the bar while Barb and Rafe were the bartenders.
We had a little excitement when Rafe got a strange phone call that really upset her. She banged the phone down and swore like a trooper, then headed for the back door. I saw Declan jump up, remove something from the back of his pants and hurry out after her. Most of the customers, fearing an attack of some kind, tossed money on the bar and left. Michael stayed with me, saying he would protect me if there was a problem.
Rafe came back carrying a bottle in a sack and refused to divulge the contents. I could tell though that she was pretty upset. I used my cell phone to call for a taxi and Declan walked Molly and Barb back to Barb's apartment leaving Sam to close up the Pub early.
*closing my journal with a little smile*
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October 28, 2006
*sitting in my den, opening my journal to add a few things*
Yesterday I finally found Molly McGafferty working the day shift at Mahoney's Irish Pub. We had lunch together when she took a break and we discussed the recent loss of her father, her last living relative.
The reason I didn't reach her at home was because she was camping out at Barbara Swan's apartment. I had to smile when she said that she was getting help from Declan Mulqueen, the new Irishman in the Big Apple. I'd spent a couple nice evenings with Declan too, so I know just how good he can make a female feel. I made a mental note there because I know how secretive Declan can be. He obviously knows more about this murder than he's willing to share.
Molly said that although her father's last will and testament disappeared when the killer emptied Patrick's safe, Molly had a copy in a sealed envelope her father had given her to open upon his death. Also in there she found the code numbers to open his safe and instructions to burn his journal and destroy several other documents which she didn't divulge.
She learned that Crane, Poole and Schmidt was the law firm her father employed. Patrick said she should go meet with Denny Crane and Tara Wilson who would help her manage his estate. The small house in Brooklyn was paid for and there was enough money in his savings account and stock investments to make her life much easier. Copies of all his investments were in the Tara Wilson's files.
Molly managed not to cry during our discussion, and asked me to refrain from mentioning all this in my weekly column, even though she knew I had to mention the status of the investigation into her father's death. I assured her that I would hold the personal details in confidence.
After I left, I met with Diego and asked him if he could possibly use his contacts to find out more about why Patrick McGafferty was murdered. Diego assured me it had absolutely nothing to do with any of the Genovese businesses, but said he would do some nosing around. I knew he would talk to Denny Mahoney, since Denny knows more about the Sinn Fein, also referred to as the Fenian Brotherhood. I believe that's where the answer lies.
I made a note to try and bump into Declan again to see what I might be able to learn there/
*closing my journal…. my mind wandering back to my last night with Declan which brought a smile to my face. No wonder Molly has that smile on HER face when mentioning Declan's name*
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June 4, 2006
*returning to my den after a long hard hopeless day, I turned on my computer and started adding to my journal*
Last night, or early this morning, all of my precious jewelry was stolen. The marvelous earrings and bracelets that Diego and a few others had given me are gone, possibly forever. Lt. Joe Friday and CSI agent, Jeff Mallard, went over my Plaza Hotel suite with a fine tooth comb, but they fear what they were able to find won't help much.
There were no fingerprints other then mine in the den or on my safe. The talented burglar sure knew his trade, opening the safe without the use of any tools. Yes, my stuff was insured and some may still be found in various pawn shops, but the odds of finding the thief are slim to none.
My mind always drifts back to Felix, the man I brought home with me after dinner. It was possible he'd put something in my last glass of wine, but a thief? Hardly likely.
The one clue that might let us catch this thief was the fact that the same thief struck the Four Seasons Supper Club the same night and left my jewelry box on Diego's desk. A cruel message to taunt us both? Possibly so, but who and why? I'm sure we both have enough enemies, but they would have found something more serious I fear.
The police say they will try and trace the pawn shops if anything turns up, but they assume my jewelry has already left New York City.
Lisa Cohen did show up at the Palm Court to ask more about what happened, but for now it's not a Federal case.
May 27, 2006
*after bringing this week's gossip column up to date, I opened my journal which I hadn't touched since April*
It's been a very busy month. Gino claims he won the masturbation contest between him, Rachel and me. I was the early loser, which I blamed on Doni, and Gino tells me that Rachel finally caved in after her most recent photo shoot with Bobby Campbell. I guess that means Bobby failed to get in her pants again. *sighs* She must actually be in love with Mike.
I pressed Gino, saying I couldn't believe he lasted that long. His answer was, "It ain't hard if you're getting laid almost every night, ask Jason!" I'm making a note to self, get laid more often.
I finally met with super model Ana Demetrius when we were both in Bobby's photo studio. He's taking photos of her for a potential front cover for InStyle's June issue. I sat with Ana over a few glasses of wine after the shoots. She owns a mansion out on Long Island, in Oyster Bay actually. She has three servants and I did catch a glimpse of Lucas who drives her limo for her. Talk about eye candy? Yummy, he has that hard look about him, the bad boy type.
I couldn't resist playing with that freshman, Barry Watters. He sure was fun in my hot tub last week. I could tell by the smile on Tammi's face when I mentioned Barry, that she too must have sampled his wares. Rachel has to be the next target on his list. He did manage to get a date with her, but I alerted Mike Miller and he manage to intercede and divert Barry's attack.
*chuckling to myself as I close my journal*
April 16, 2006
*after faxing in my Sunday gossip column I stayed at my computer, opening up my private journal*
I'm pleased that Eva seemed to hit it off with Donivan last night. I know I'm not the right female for him. He needs a girl of his own, not a gossip columnist like me, that's well known for my relationship with famous guys like Diego, Ben, Jason and even Bobby. My fun in the sun with Anne Heche will no doubt come up in the future.
It was better that I backed off before we did the horizontal rumba, although the foreplay on Friday night was fantastic. He just deserves a girl partner of his own. Maybe Eva isn't even the best choice, but I knew her stunning, seductive beauty would at least get his attention. I want to remain his close friend and confidant, somebody he can bounce ideas off here in the Big Apple.
I hope she honestly tells him about her famous divorce from Walter Macy, before he hears it elsewhere. Walter Macy was the editor of The National Inquirer before he was arrested and jailed for buying that stolen painting. Walter divorced Eva after he found out she was supposedly sleeping with Bobby Campbell, the famous fashion photographer. We'll never know for sure if she actually cheated on Walter with Bobby, but my guess has to be yes. Bobby is clever and uses his photo shoots to get a lot of women in bed. I'm not sure who really seduced whom in our little affair. Hell, I'm as bad as he is.
Rachel keeps saying her true love is Mike Miller, but I know Mike's too busy to keep her satisfied. She has Gino Caruso, Bobby Campbell and now even Jason Maloney sniffing around. I respect the silence I always get when I poke her with questions.
I was the first loser in the masturbation contest between Rachel, Gino and me, but I can blame that on Donivan. He is one handsome man and after refraining from raping him, I needed relief.
*closing my journal and smiling as I head for bed and more relief. At least I've already paid the Piper in the contest. I hope Gino and Rach are both tossing and turning if they still haven't caved in*
April 13, 2006
*sitting in my den, my computer turned on as usual, I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area. I took out my personal journal and began typing*
Last night I sat in the back row at Creative Arts Theatre with Donivan Kline, the golf pro I've been sort of dating. On Tuesday, I learned that he shot 71 at Winged Foot with Diego, one under par. Diego said Donivan won a hundred bucks and convinced him that he's a real professional. Diego has arranged for the country club to offer Donivan a job there as an instructor.
On Tuesday evening we shared a chocolate cream pie and Donivan kissed me for the first time. I really like this guy so we're taking things slow, not my typical one night stand.
It was the first play for Rachel after her accident and I could tell she was nervous. Muppet filled in for Eric as Will and did a great job. Kate played Jack since TB couldn't get there. The play was funny as hell and I think Donivan enjoyed it immensely.
We left right after the play and he told me he's decided to stay in New York City and accept the offer Diego set up at Winged Foot. He plans on making me his first student. This time it just wasn't one kiss, maybe because I wanted to show him my naked painting that now resides over my bed. Diego gave it back to me, maybe because his other female guests didn't like it hanging in his bedroom. *chuckling to myself as I write this*
I did manage to restrain myself again, but I don't know how much longer I can hold Donivan off. I've arranged with Beth Clark to show Donivan a nice apartment on Thursday night. It's on 5th Avenue overlooking Central Park. What will tomorrow bring?
April 11, 2006
*sitting in my den, my computer turned on as usual, I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area. I took out my personal journal and began typing*
This morning Diego had picked up my new friend, Donivan Kline, out front of the Plaza Hotel and took him off to Winged Foot to play 18 holes. Diego is a charter member there and if Donivan can really play, Diego plans to get him a job there as a professional instructor.
I'd met Donivan for the first time at the Four Seasons Club bar on Saturday night. He's handsome and charming in a rough sort of way and I helped him get a hotel room at the Plaza Hotel. He joined Rachel and I for brunch at the Palm Court on Sunday and we took him out on the ferry to the Statue of Liberty.
We quickly learned that he's a golf pro in Colorado and came to New York City on vacation to see the sites. A bound was forming between us and he promised to teach me to play golf as we ate dinner together at the Four Sunday evening. I told him he'd have to stick around longer than two weeks to teach me to play golf and to my surprise, he said he just might if he could find a job here.
I called Diego and told him the situation, asking him if he could possibly use his powerful influences to get Donivan a job. He just laughed, saying he'd need to play golf with Donivan first, just to make sure Donivan wasn't just trying to get in my pants while here on vacation. I'll know more once they get back on Tuesday night.
On Monday night I was just getting ready to order a pizza for dinner, planning on staying home and possibly enjoying my favorite internet chat room. I knew that was dangerous since I had that wager with Rachel and Gino and I was always tempted to play with one of those chat room guys. I assured myself that the pizza and beer would keep my hands busy. I could just fake it.
Then the phone rang and it was Donivan returning my call. I needed to tell him that Diego wanted to play a round of golf on Tuesday. He wound up coming upstairs to join me for pizza and beer. We had a nice evening, dancing around the living room to country music and just chatting. He might have saved me from the chat room, but it was impossible to behave myself after he left. I'll have to tell Rachel and Gino I didn't make it through the night. I'm no longer the queen of my castle.
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The rest of my journal.
February 26, 2006
Saturday night was a lot of fun. I met up with Rachel at the Four to enjoy the singing of Latin star Gloria Estefan and spent most of the evening dancing with Jason. His wonderful hands were everywhere while we danced and it was obvious he wanted a piece of me, so when he asked if he could take me home, I agreed.
Jason has a nice suite in the Carnegie Hill apartment complex and he let me use his computer to pull up my weekly gossip column, finish it up and send it in. Trust me, trying to type with him standing behind me using those marvelous hands everywhere wasn't easy. I barely made the deadline.
We had to sleep in Sunday morning since we spent the first hour or so in some delightful foreplay. It was my turn to drive him crazy, taking him ever so close and then running away. Our clothing was left spewed all over the place. He did promise to try and find my thong.
When we finally woke up, followed with an hour in the shower together, I called Rachel who's penthouse was only four floors up and let her know I was ready for brunch. Her response was unrepeatable even in here. Did you know women who didn't get any can be grouchy?
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December 28, 2005
My trip down to Atlantic City with Diego turned out much better than expected. Danny McCoy was there for the tour of the old Golden Nugget Casino that Diego plans to purchase as Ed Deline's silent partner. Danny didn't waste any time before hitting on me. When Diego took Ed back to New York City, that left Danny with me. We agreed that we would stay over night so I could give him a tour of the boardwalk and the various casinos.
I have a key to Diego's penthouse and invited Danny up there supposedly to freshen up and plan our day. He was all over me in the elevator on the way up, hitting the stop button half way up since we were alone. I did point up at the security camera, but he just smiled and whispered in my ear that he was sure I was the voyeur type. With our clothing still on, he just lifted my dress and did me against the elevator wall. Quite a thrill, I have to admit.
We ordered dinner in the penthouse and used Diego's huge bed. We topped things off in the shower together. What a sensual man, with fantastic staying power.
On Wednesday we did take the tour. Danny has some clever security skills and somehow he managed to sneak in Tara's files and swipe the tape with us in the elevator. I'm keeping it!!
We visited the various casinos, including Trump's Taj Mahal. He said it was too gaudy, designed more for show. He said the new hotel they were building would include a Playboy tower with a topless pool, lots of mirrors and private hot tubs in most of the rooms. I certainly like the way he thinks!
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December 27, 2005
I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area.
I removed my private journal and started writing.
Yesterday I was having lunch with Diego in the Palm Court when one of the best looking men I've ever seen in my life walked in and sat down at a table near us. He smiled over at me, those penetrating eyes making me feel almost naked. He glanced at Diego, then back at me. I' swear his eyes were asking if Diego was my sugar daddy.
Diego smiled and asked what was wrong, but before I could answer a very attractive young lady walked in the Palm Court and Diego was standing up waving her over. She turned out to be Ed Deline;s daughter, Delinda. Diego was introducing us when Delinda called the handsome man over, introducing him as Danny McCoy.
Diego sat down beside Delinda and I wound up with Danny beside me. Danny apparently worked for Ed Deline in the past and Ed called and asked him to come to New York City to help with the potential purchase and renovation of the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City.
It was obvious to me that Delinda new Danny pretty well, and my guess was she'd slept with him, bur her attention was all on Diego. The look on Diego's face told me her hand might already be on this knee under the table. Now, if Danny would just put his hand on my knee I'd be happy.
Diego called our waitress, Molly, over and I ordered a Satin Sheets. Delinda topped my order by requesting a Slippery Nipple. The men just smiled and ordered scotch on the rocks. The conversation was primarily about the planned visit to Atlantic City on Tuesday. Danny will be driving down with Ed and they plan to meet in Diego's penthouse in Tara's Casino and Hotel.
Diego got a cell phone call from Ben and had to leave. He tossed some money on the table and excused himself. I jumped up and followed him out, asking if I could ride down to Atlantic City with him. He said sure and I'm waiting right now for Furio to bring Diego over to pick me up. It's about a two hour drive from here down the Garden State Toll Pike and I like to go along and keep Diego entertained. It might also provide an opportunity to spend some private time with Danny while Diego and Ed talk business alone.
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September 17, 2005
I sat at my desk, staring at the unlocked and open two drawer lateral file cabinet in my den. These secret files hold information that my column has been based on over the last 7 years. They also hold information that was too hot to print, especially the section with data on the various Mafia families in the New York City Area.
My full time friend and part time lover, Diego Farina, warned me years ago when we first met that I should never use that Mafia word again. That was what led to our current relationship, a column I wrote that named some of the top Sicilian families in the area. At that time Diego was still just the caporegime in Queens where he had replaced Antonio Fara. It was two more years before Domenic Cirillo retired and named Diego as the new Don.
Diego picked me up at the Plaza Hotel bar, took me upstairs to my suite and warned me that if my column even mentioned La Costra Nostra or the word Mafia again, it would be the last column I'd ever write. It was strange, because I'm always the one in control in relationships. Instead, his animal magnetism drew me in. We wound up spending that night in my bed. He's an amazing man, always in control, even in bed.
We eventually formed a pact, one where even though we often dated, we both maintained our freedom. I know Diego sleeps with other women, and he knows I sleep around, too, but we always spend at least one night a week together. He jokingly says that's because he needs to know what my column might contain that week. I laugh right back at him, saying it's because he often uses my column to get out information he wants people to see.
This week I met with Madison Cirillo Turning, the manager of Diego's Four Seasons Supper Club, where she confirmed that she's pregnant. I agreed not to put that in this week's column, so she can break the news to Ben Bravio and a few other people. Maddie says that she's absolutely sure that the baby is Joshua's. I guess she stopped having intercourse with Ben in June, even though I know they've spent a considerable amount of time together since then. It's only been the last few weeks that Ben has been staying clear of her.
It was funny that Ben walked in the Four just as Maddie and I finished our discussion. I excused myself and left, knowing that she wanted Ben alone to advise him that she was carrying Josh's child.
Thinking of Ben made me smile. Ben and I spent one wild night in my bedroom several years ago. He'd offered to ride me home from one of Rachel's plays that night, and he sure did wind up riding me all right. And I rode him. We did it three times that night, the last time after I woke him up the "fun way" in the morning. Ben's special, maybe I can drag him off for another night now that his relationship with Maddie is over.
That led me to open the file that includes notes on all the people I've slept with over the years. The latest was the seduction of Mary McGrath, although I'm really not sure who seduced whom there. I saw her having lunch with Peter Campbell a few weeks ago, the Columbia Professor that spent a night at her place the previous Saturday. Mary is a great romance novelist and I'd read a lot of her books. There was no doubt in my mind that she had slept with women before, because several of her books included bi-sexual events.
After Peter left, I simply walked over to her booth, sat down, mentioned a book called Women In Paris and said that she never could have written that delightful novel without personal experience. When I put my hand over on her side of the table, she smiled and covered it with hers. I took her back to my place and we spent the rest of the day there adding to her knowledge.
I'm sure Peter knows what happened, because he attended my little wine tasting that Saturday evening and watched how Mary acted with me after too much wine, especially when I undressed her and tucked her in my guest bedroom. I think Peter wants to play with my toes.
I tucked the files away and locked the cabinet.