It would of course, just be wrong, not to mention deeply insulting to the mafioso, to walk away (if I could dislodge myself from the sofa, I would make good that threat!), from the previous post without any active participation in something, dark, sultry and calorifically sinful.... to complete the evening and I would never do anything to upset the Italians. How fortuitous it is, that I find my senses being beckoned by the coyly suggestive fragrance of a dark chocolate, amaretto mousse cake, even as the Carmes de Rieussec whispers my name................. apara....... apara......
Alla Salute!