Keystone threw the covers off them and stood up, butt naked, nothing but a gold cross around his neck. His physique didn't look like that of a seventy-two year old man. He was well endowed Clary suspected that this was the main reason for him being in Ritz's bed. His anger rose even more Clary knew that his own masculinity was lacking Keystone walked toward Clary, he was equally angry as Clary But, he spoke softly. "I'll have you to know young man, Ritz is my woman. She has been for more than a year Whatever she's been telling you, is a bold-faced lie I'm not sure how long she's been entertaining you, however, today it S-T-O-P-S You may as well turn around and leave the way you came " Sweat popping up in his eyebrows, Clary eased his hand into his pocket, pulled out a pocket knife, snapped it open, lunged forward and stabbed Keystone in his left shoulder blade. Keystone didn't feel the pain at first. It felt like a prick. After the quick stab to Keystone's shoulder, Clary tossed the knife to the floor, then punched Keystone in the face as hard as he could with his right fist The old man fell back against a dresser covered with folded clothes and makeup. He steadied himself, gained his composure. After about fifteen seconds, Keystone stood straight up, eyed Clary cautiously. He clenched his fists, then commenced to boxing Clary in the face as if he was Muhammad Ali. Clary went down Bam Keystone took care of him further so that he would never see the light of day again
