“I left the house with the box, and some documents for one of his associates. As it turned out, I wasn’t just getting signatures. I was part of the deal. Getting screwed on the man’s desk was an added benefit to seal the arrangement. So, at 9:30 this morning I’m in a business office, tied to a desk, getting… well, you know …” She blushed.
She saw a troubled look in Martin’s eyes, as they narrowed thoughtfully, but she went right on…
“The f*****g wouldn’t have bothered me so much except that the guy talked as though he knew things about me, about my future, about my getting thrown out of my husband’s house. It seemed to mimic what I heard earlier. By the time I was on the street again, I couldn’t help but rip into that package…” She shook her head, cynically amused by what played out next
