So it seems.

"How this shit works is beyond me. I'm just a dumb old gonif." Paulina said with a chuckle. "Don Vincenzo had a couple of biochemist dropouts in his payroll. Gave them a heap of cash and a lab and they were supposed to come up with some new **** the family could push on the streets. They were working on some sort of mind altering sex ****, but it turned out the crap they came out with altered more than just the mind."

Paulina leaned back in her chair and let out a big laugh as she retold the story. Her great rack bulged forward with her motion, threatening to bust free from the confines of the white shirt. When her body shook with the laughter the twin orbs heaved and bounced. Even now when Tony had come to accept that Paulina was indeed formerly an elderly mafia killer built like a brick outhouse he felt a stirring in his pants as he watched so much firm titflesh jiggle. "Great, a deathrow hardon" he thought to himself bitterly.

"About a year back one of the geeks came to Don Vincenzo's with some hot piece of ass in tow and they were both near hysterical." Paulina went on, clearly amused by the story. "I had to slap the nerd a few times to calm him down so we could make sense of his jabbering. Seems the piece of ass was his buddy, who had sampled for himself the new batch those crackheads had mixed."

"Your uncle he's a great thinker." Rosie added from somewhere behind Tony. "Instead of writing the accident off as a loss he saw the possibilities. You know how much some old guy on ****'s door will pay to be young again or someone with a warrant or hit out on them for an unbreakable new identity?"

"But these nerds, couldn't they come up with an antidote?" Tony asked. "Or maybe an alternative where you get made young, but still have a dick?"

"Maybe they will in time." Paulina shrugged. "They're still working. Got married to one another a couple of months back. Rosie and me were the bridesmaids."

Both the former mafia goons cracked up laughing and Tony wondered if they were making fun of him with that last crack. Somehow he doubted it, the pair seemed to have both gone nuts with their new bodies. Old Paulie showing those big titties off to the world and Rosso with a skirt so short it was nearly a belt.

"So what's it to be Tonio?" Paulina demanded, serious now but still smiling. "You going to drink the vial or pop a cap in your head?"

Tony stared down at the table at the vial and the handgun. He reckoned he could snatch up the piece and plug Paulina easy enough, but Rosie was behind him and had a gun too. Maybe if he acted quick enough and threw himself sideways after nailing Paulina he could drop Rosie too. But then what would he do? On the run with every family in the country out for his head how long could he last. The feds might protect him if he ran to them and turned state witness, he knew enough to bring down the whole Mauro syndicate. He shook his head dismissing the idea, he'd been brought up with his family's own warped sense of honour and could never betray that.

"Shit, life is life." Tony muttered and slowly picked up the vial of pinkish liquid. "I got one last request though. Ain't that customary for a condemned man?"

Paulina visably relaxed as Tony took the vial and swiftly took the thirtyeight off the table. Those cold grey eyes had never left Tony for one moment even when she was laughing and joking. Tony realised then that the cold blooded killer was still inside that hot young body and his wishful thinking about getting the drop on her had been wildly optimistic.

"Sure Tonio, you're family to me. If you have a reasonable last request how could I refuse." Paulina answered.

"Let me get my dick wet one last time while I still have one." Tony begged. "You can get in a couple of the high class whores from one of the family's better brothels. They can be trusted to keep their mouths shut."

Paulina glanced over Tony's shoulder at her driver for a moment before nodding.

"I think that can be arranged Tonio." Paulina said with a grin. "The **** takes about eight hours to work it's shit. Drink up and I swear that you'll have two smoking hot pieces of ass who'll take it any way you want till morning."

Tony unstoppered the vial and knocked back the contents. It might as well have been some soft drink, sweet and sugary and innoccuous. He laid the empty vial on the table and waited. Nothing felt different, he cupped himself and felt the hardon he still had from staring at Paulina's tits.

"Well I guess that's that then." He said, attempting to sound upbeat. "Make that call uncle Paulie, I might as well wear this dick down to a nub before morning."

Paulina grinned and began to undo the remaining buttons on her shirt, exposing even more of the huge firm tits that the lacy bra struggled to keep contained. Behind him Tony he could hear Rosie move closer and a soft hand tousled his hair and brushed his cheek. Tony choked as he realised that the pair of transformed goons did not intend calling in any whores at all for him. Old Paulie would keep her word, but the two hot pieces of ass she had promised him were herself and Rosie.