Heloo! Just sayin' hi and thank you to Ladybugs for Ginny's parent's names!


"Shit."

The words came from Leo's mouth but they were both thinking the same thing.

Ginny suddenly went into panic mode.

"Shit, what the hell are we supposed to do?" She said in a muted scream.

Leo, buttoning up his pants, said, "For one thing you can get your top back on."

Ginny looked down, realizing that her white linen bra was exposed. She briskly buttoned up her blouse to an innocent length. She then jumped off the bed and smoothed down her skirt. By this time, they could both hear her father downstairs, ringing the doorbell of the apartment. The landlord always made sure that the apartment was locked (there were many robbers and thugs roaming New York City), so a resident always had to answer the door. If nobody did, you were out of luck and had to wait until someone did answer the door. This caused an idea to spring to Ginny's head.

"I'm going to let him in. When I do, you get out through the bathroom window. There's a garbage bin outside that will give you a nicer landing," She instructed. Leo nodded grimly as the doorbell rung again. Ginny could hear her father's angry muffled calls from below the staircase.

She once again nervously smoothed out her skirt and headed out the door. Leo followed her directions and went to the bathroom. Once he entered, he perfectly understood what she meant. In their white tiled bathroom was a large window which was already opened. He was quick and graceful. In two swift moves he hoisted himself onto the window and pushed himself out. His feet hit a closed (luckily, for his sake. He didn't wash his clothes too often) garbage bin.

He could hear Ginny's father, Nicholas's voice thundering from upstairs. He remembered the night he came to bring Ginny out the Bowling Alley and how that was short lived. It made his blood boil. The stupid bastard. If he wants his daughter to live a good and happy life, then why does he treat her like shit? She would be so much happier with me, away from him, Leo thought.

Though he would never tell anyone, Leo truly loved Ginny. All the other girls, they were nothing like her. They didn't have her sweetness, her charm. It was the one thing that stripped Leo down of his tough and stubborn act. It was the one thing that proved that Leo could love.

With no location to be at, Leo began to walk. Then, something came to him. He could get back to the docks to give his answer to the caporeime.


"Daddy it's only a few hours," Ginny pleaded. Nicholas Black-Winston shook his round head assertively.

"Please," She begged for the last time. For the last five minutes, Ginny had been trying to convince her father to let her out of the house for an hour or so. She told him she would be with her girl-friends from school, to get a soda from the Diner down the street. Just and innocent drink. No funny business. Of course, Ginny didn't mean this. Her plan was perfect in her mind; get out and try to catch up with Leo before he got too far, and continue what they started.

Nicholas, a big burly man with a strong sense of morals, did not buy her request. He knew what was going on. He thought he did. He knew that his daughter was hanging around some stupid punk, ruining her. Nicholas had strong hopes for his daughter, so that one day he could send her to college, and she would marry a well respected man and maybe earn somewhat of a fortune for him. No hood would wreck this plan.

"Don't pull any bullshit on me Virginia Louise, I know you've been hanging around Dago punks. Don't think I'm so stupid."

Ginny's stomach gave a lurch. He didn't know, did he? He couldn't. He's just saying that, she told herself.

"There's no punks like that, that I know. They're all out in Brooklyn and the Bronx," She stated, matter 'o factly.

Nicholas was angry and spat, "Then how the hell did that one kid get with you?"

"He's from Brooklyn. I heard he moved out to Vegas though, Mary-Anne told me that."

At this point, Ginny's mother, Rachel had entered the room, holding a brown paper bag filled with groceries.

"Hello Mom," Virginia greeted her, kindness in her voice.

Rachel smiled."You two should keep the noise down. I could hear you from outside," She said, with a slight trace of a French accent. Rachel had been born in France and brought to New York as a small child.

Nicholas snorted. "Our daughter wants to go out with some punks and I told her no."

"They're not god damned punks! It's Mary-Anne and Theresa for Christ's sake!" Ginny cried.

"Language!" Rachel snapped. If there was anything that bothered her, it was the Lord's name in vain.

Feeling sympathy for her daughter, she then said softly, "Let her go out Nick. She's been a good daughter, never in trouble."

"I know she's lying to me!" Nicholas angrily exclaimed.

"I swear I am not!"

From the cold stares of his wife and daughter, Nicholas gave a breath of exasperation and finally gave in.

Gesturing to the door, Nicholas said, "Go."

Smiling triumphantly, Ginny grabbed her coat and rushed out the door.


"Leo?" Ginny asked softly. Where the hell was he? She thought. She had been wandering the tough side of New York for the past half-hour, in hope of finding him. No sign yet.

It was dangerous, and she knew it. However, she wasn't stupid. She knew not to talk, not to make eye contact with anyone. She should be safe. Safe in this abondoned allyway. Of course she was safe.

"Can I help you?" She heard a male voice say. She froze in place with fear. She slowly and rigidly turned around to face who was speaking.

Thank god it was Leo. Ginny sighed with relief and rushed into his arms. He though, gently pushed her away. His face was angry.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Walking around here by yourself?" He said, with look on his face that sent chills down Ginny's spine.

"I was looking for you," She said softly.

"Well next time I'll come after you, okay?" He spat.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you'll be sorry when you get mugged or raped," Leo muttered, then added, "What were you thinking?"

It was Ginny's turn to be upset. "You sound like my father!" She cried.

Leo's face contorted with rage. His voice shaking with anger, he said, "Don't ever compare me with that bastard. Ever."

"I'm sorry, now can we get past this?" Virginia asked. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, okay, I just was worried about you, that's all," Leo said, apologetically, wrapping his arms around Ginny.

"I care about you," He whispered sincerely.

Giggling, Ginny said, "I came out here to finish what we started."

"Fine by me," Leo said, grinning slyly.

And the two made love in the alleyway until the sun was starting to set.