Sal the Super the Nookie King of the BronxChapter 8
Sal was flat on his back on top of the mattress looking up at the fuzzy white clouds racing across the bluest sky he had ever seen. He was on the roof of the 5 story building resting in perfect solitude. It was a special place to him away from all the hustle and bustle of the dozens of females waiting to spread their legs for him in the apartments below. Off in the distance he could hear the muted roar of large passenger jets making their approach to JFK airport. It was so far away that it...