56 comments/ 111654 views/ 15 favorites G is for Greed By: Scorpio44a [ This story contains betrayal, cheating, lies and illegal activities. It includes oral sex, coitus, and orgasms (real and faked). It is not a polyamory story. The story is fiction. The characters do not exist although I've known a few people who have some attributes shared by characters in the story. Your feedback is encouraged.] Mike had been married for eleven years, this time. The first time had been three years of what Mike thought of as bliss. When Sara suddenly announced they were getting a divorce it shook him hard. His head kept telling him, 'It shouldn't be this way.' It could have been worse, he told himself, she wasn't leaving him for another man or even for a woman. It was all about money. He didn't have or make enough. She was kind enough to say she loved him, but couldn't/wouldn't live her life poor. Their sex life had been wild and frequent. From the day they moved in together until the afternoon she moved out they had sex at least once a day. After she moved out she still came by about once a week and screwed his brains out. In between her visits he prayed she would decide she could live with a school teacher. That lasted eight months, then she found a banker and she started banging him and stopped visiting Mike's bedroom. She told him that John wanted an exclusive relationship. Six more months and Sara and John flew to Vegas and got married. Three years after Sara quit visiting his bed or any part of his life, Mike met a woman at church, Bonnie. Almost a year after that, they got married. They spent many evenings before and after they married discussing and planning their financial future. She worked. He worked. They closed their individual accounts and pooled their resources into joint accounts. At the end of his first marriage Mike had less than a thousand dollars in savings and nothing in a 401K, 403B or any other retirement account. Eleven years after he married Bonnie they had almost a quarter million stashed away. Bonnie was a smart woman and she managed their money. Not a dime of it was in the bank that Sara's new husband worked for. The only thing Mike continued to miss about Sara, when he bothered to think of her at all, was their sex lives. They didn't see each other, didn't email and didn't bump into each other, ever. As far as Mike was concerned Sara might as well have fallen off the planet. Except for the occasions when he was in bed with Bonnie and wanted something more that mild vanilla sex. Those occasions were frequent. Bonnie was a good looking woman, even fully dressed. She wore nice clothes. They were a bit conservative, not flashy and not daring. Her taste in underclothes was much the same, good quality, but not aimed at sexy. Mike doubted she had ever been inside a Victoria's Secret store. Sara had loved lacy, racy things that peeked from her clothes and while Mike thought of Bonnie as "good looking" he had always thought of Sara as "Hot!" Mike and Sara had married on the ninth of September. He married Bonnie on the tenth. The years were different, but having the dates being close together made it easy for Mike to remember. Mike taught at the local high school. He taught math to mostly ninth graders. Basic math and Algebra 1. Bonnie worked for the city council, solving problems. If you had a pothole on your street you called Bonnie and she got someone out there and the pothole got fixed. If you wanted to speak at a City Council Meeting, you called Bonnie to get on the speaker's list. She said her job was as a troubleshooter. Mike taught five periods of math a day. His free period linked with his lunch so he had extra time all at once. He spent it on the laptop he carried everywhere. He spent it reading and studying all the things that interested him. In the evenings he and Bonnie watched Jeopardy on television and Bonnie often said she felt pride that Mike, her husband, knew so many of the questions. He always began his computer time by checking his emails. This story actually begins with him checking his email on the ninth of October, one month to the day from his anniversary with Sara. The line on his Outlook page read: "05:55 09/09/XX Lacy@earthlink.org "You're Invited" "Invited to what?" Mike said out loud. He thought, 'Who's Lacy?' (click) The email opened. "Mike, It's been too long. I believe you have a pupil-free day next Friday. If you arrange it, you can be off campus all day. You are invited to a surprise party for you. A very private party filled with surprises. Drive to Lakeside, to 1144 Shoreline Drive. Park in the garage and close the garage door. There is an old paint can on the workbench. The key under the paint can unlocks the door between the garage and the lodge. You don't need to bring anything but your body. Everything else will be available inside the lodge. I'll be waiting. Please let me know you're coming. Lacy" The email gave a link and when Mike clicked on it the screen showed him a picture of a woman wearing a very sexy lace teddie. He smiled and wondered if Bonnie had sent him the email. It was out of character for her, but if not her, who? A student knocked on the door to his classroom at that moment. He clicked the mouse and the screen switched to an algebra problem and the six steps to a solution. He motioned to the student and he entered. Twenty minutes of help later, the student left and Mike clicked back into his email program. He read the eighteen emails that had come in from students and answered the six that needed answers. He read and responded to the six emails from other math teachers all over the state and the three from members of the church he and Bonnie attended. When he was done he had time left to eat his lunch and read one chapter in a James Patterson book he checked out of the school library. The email from Lacy was left in his mailbox, unanswered. That evening Bonnie told him over dinner that she and three others from work were driving to Riverdale for a two-day conference. She showed him the one-page flier about the conference on Thursday and Friday. The mayor named her and three others to attend. She was all excited to be going, to be selected to go and excited that the city was paying for their room and food for the three days. "Three days? The flier says Thursday and Friday." Mike was puzzled. "They are allowing us to stay Friday night so we don't have to drive home tired. We have to leave on Wednesday to drive there. We get hotel rooms for Wednesday night, Thursday night and Friday night!" "I'm impressed." "Don't be. The mayor found a way to save money. The four of us will be in two rooms. Carol Jenkins and I share one room. Bob Chu and Frank Lenetti share the other room." Her conversation for the rest of the evening was not with Mike. She talked with Carol about what they would pack, wear and do in Riverdale. Mike watched television and eavesdropped. The next day at school he got involved in introducing a new concept to his Algebra 1 classes and when it was time for lunch he was actually hungry. He opened the lunch Bonnie had made for him and found a note from her with his sandwich. "Starting Wednesday you'll need to buy your lunches. I'll be out of town. I'll miss you. B." He ate the sandwich, apple and small bag of kettle chips. He opened the laptop and his email program. There was only one email. It was from Lacy. "Mike, you didn't respond to my email. Perhaps you thought it was a joke sent to you by Bonnie. Now you know it wasn't sent by her. Since the mayor is sending her out of town I've decided to change my invitation. The new invitation is this: After school on Thursday drive to Lakeside, to 1144 Shoreline Drive. Park in the garage and close the garage door. There is an old paint can on the workbench. The key under the paint can unlocks the door between the garage and the cabin. You don't need to bring anything but your body. Plan to stay until Saturday morning. The teddie in the picture comes in different colors. I have blue, lavender and black. Please, Hit reply and type the word YES in the subject line along with your color preference. Don't disappoint me, please. Lacy." He thought about the invitation for a while, hit the mouse and opened the picture again. He knew the picture was from an on-line catalog and his mind wondered how the teddie would look on Lacy. Was she as slim as the model? As big chested? Did she have long legs? The picture was on the screen for five minutes. He went back to her email. Click, the reply screen came up, cursor on the subject line. Mike typed "YES! Lavender", looked at it for a few seconds while he wondered if... and he hit send. During the rest of the day Mike was interrupted by thoughts of teddies, breasts, sex and visions of cabins out by the lake. Sixth period he was troubled by a partial erection. A remarkably well-endowed student had leaned over his desk and asked him a question about the homework. Her pale skinned breasts were all but naked in front of him. He answered the question and when he looked up at her face she smiled that knowing smile women have when they know you were looking right where they wanted you looking. Bonnie made Chicken Margherita for dinner and Mike made the salad. They ate as they watched Jeopardy. Mike only got three answers the whole evening. After the show Bonnie said, "You've been thinking about me being gone. I think I can provide something to get your mind off of my being gone." That said, she stood up and started undressing, right there in the living room. Mike smiled and watched, wondering what Lacy was doing right that second. When Bonnie was down to her white big-girl panties and Christian bra she bent over and kissed Mike. "Do you want to watch "Wheel of Fortune" or take me into the bedroom?" She asked. Mike snapped himself present and said, "TV is over rated. Let's go into the bedroom." He stood and gave Bonnie the kiss she wanted. Their sexual routine was well established. The only variance was that Bonnie had left most of her clothes in the family room. In the bedroom Mike took off his clothes and put them in the hamper, after he emptied the pockets and removed his belt from the pants. Bonnie took off the white cotton panties that covered her to her waist and her bra. Mike believed the Corps of Engineers, U.S. Army, had designed her bras. Not for comfort, certainly not for sexiness, but for durability. More than once he had wondered if they were seventy percent cotton and thirty percent Kevlar. In their normal bedroom routine, Bonnie centered herself on their bed, on her back. The blankets and top sheet were folded neatly near the foot of the bed. The main light in the bedroom was always off and only the bedside lamp on Mike's side of the bed was on. The lamp on Bonnie's side held a seventy-five watt bulb, good for reading, but terrible for establishing "the mood." Mike's lamp held a fifteen watt bulb. Mike would climb onto the bed from the foot, crawling up between her legs until he was face to face with her and his penis touched her pubic hair forest. In his mind he always called her pussy her forest. He had never seen a woman anywhere, not in person, movies or magazines with so much hair, so thick, long and amazing. He had talked to her about cutting it, trimming it or shaving it and her reaction was to state, "good Christian women don't." She did trim it enough that the hairs didn't peek out when she wore a bathing suit, but she only wore a bathing suit three times a summer. Mike always thought when she did wear a swimsuit it looked like she was carrying a steel wool pad in her crotch. She would wiggle herself as she kissed his face until she felt his penis press into her slit. He would press in and she would suck on his lower lip as he entered her. Her hips bucked as he thrust into the forest and if she got really hot she hooked her feet on his calves and arched as she came. Being a mathematician Mike kept count. Her best month in eleven years had been the third month after they married. She had had four orgasms that month. She had at least one a month, sometimes two. Three happened during their vacation each summer. Bonnie had never outright turned Mike down if he wanted sex, unless she was having cramps or her period. If he was making moves and she thought he might want sex she might complain of being extra tired, of feeling a cold coming on or having a stomach ache, but she never said, "I don't want to" and she never said, "No." That Monday night she didn't have an orgasm. She faked one, so Mike would feel macho. However, Mike knew she was faking. She made the right moans and grabbed his biceps correctly, but the muscles in her vagina didn't spasm. Mike finished himself off inside her and told her she was great. As soon as Mike shot his load Bonnie counted to ten in her head and then rolled Mike off, got out of bed and cleaned herself up. She rinsed her vagina out, used a hand towel to dry her forest and then put on her nightclothes. That night it was a blue checked nightgown from Frederick's of Wyoming. It covered everything from her head to Toledo, Ohio in checked flannel. She also wore a clean pair of white cotton panties. They had left the family room while Pat Sajak was doing the first toss up on "Wheel of Fortune'. Bonnie picked up her clothes from the family room floor in her flannel nightgown as the winner spun the final wheel in the bonus round. Mike was asleep when she joined him in bed. Tuesday night was different. Bonnie served a meatloaf, green beans and dinner rolls for dinner. Mike only got five correct answers on Jeopardy. The rest of the night was a repeat of Monday night. Mike unloaded inside Bonnie and was asleep before she was back in bed beside him. They ate breakfast together Wednesday morning. As Mike loaded his briefcase Bonnie carried her suitcase to the front door. She was dressed in a brown pantsuit, one inch matching heels and a single strand of pea sized pearls. Her brown hair was in the same do it had been in for at least five years. A mini-van pulled into their driveway and stopped. The driver, Bob Chu, honked once. Frank got out and opened the back of the minivan and met Bonnie halfway between the front door and the mini-van. She had kissed Mike on the cheek before she went out the door. Frank carried her suitcase to the back of the van while Bonnie climbed into the back seat. Mike watched them go from the front window. He picked up his briefcase and after locking the front door, went out the back and got into his Toyota. The thought struck him that the car was the same color as Bonnie's dress and her hair. He drove the same roads at the same speeds that he always drove to school. There were three reserved parking spots at the school. The Principal, the Vice Principal and the nurse got those three. In the same front row of spaces Mike parked in number six. There was no sign saying it was his spot. Everyone just knew. They also knew he would park there at 7:35am every morning there was school. He and the Toyota would be gone at exactly 4:00pm. He worked with students all day and felt their progress and their failures. Until lunchtime he didn't think about Bonnie once. When his last student walked out the door to begin his lunchtime, Mike thought of Bonnie. 'She didn't make my lunch.' He thought. He walked to the cafeteria and bought lunch. He was lucky. He had bought lunch once before in the last two years and the lunch he got that day was the same as what he got the second time, a bean and cheese burrito and a carton of milk. He liked it the first time and wondered if they ever served anything else. Back in his room he opened his laptop and opened Outlook. Twenty-one emails. He scanned the list and saw the word/name "Lacy". He clicked it open. "Why does time slow down when I anticipate something? Why is it only Wednesday? I want it to be Thursday at 3:00pm! I want to be "dressing" for your arrival and know you are driving towards me. I am enjoying this internal torture and hating it at the same moment. As I sit here writing to you, I am wet. Not moist. I'm soaking the panty liner I put on less than ten minutes ago! I have a few surprises for you. Do you want a hint? I'm betting you do. Here's your hint: Something you have believed for over ten years is not true. Trust me. Lacy." Mike read it three times. He stood up and paced the room. 'What could it be? Who was Lacy? Was she jerking him around, or actually wet?' He could picture a wet pussy and imagine the delicious odor and the taste. He felt his own cock begin to rise at the thoughts. The rest of Mike's day was a blur. He suddenly was aware in his garage, not knowing how he got there. He had left school and driven home on automatic pilot. As he started to get out of the car he realized dinner was not being made. The door was not unlocked. The stereo wasn't on. No one was home. He restarted the car, backed down the driveway and drove to his favorite restaurant, The Red Lobster. As he walked in he felt strange. The young girl standing by the podium holding a stack of menus looked at him and smiled. "How many in your party, Sir?" she asked. He felt sheepish holding up one finger. She led him to a table with two chairs. As he sat she removed the place setting for the other chair. The food was good. The service was excellent and Mike was uncomfortable the entire time. He was used to being part of a couple, not being alone. He left a nice tip, paid the bill and immediately felt better once he was inside his old Toyota. As he pulled out of the Red Lobster's parking lot he noticed a car wash across the street. He couldn't remember the last time he'd taken the old car through a car wash. On an impulse he pulled in and got the deluxe wash. When the guy ask him which fragrance he wanted, pointing at a list on a nearby sign, he wanted to say "pussy" but didn't. He picked "vanilla." The phone was ringing when he opened the back door. He hurried and picked it up. He believed it would be Bonnie when he heard it ring. It was. "How was the Red Lobster?" She asked. His mind asked, 'Am I that predictable?' His voice said, "Pretty good, but I missed not sharing dinner with you." She told him about their drive, the hotel, their rooms and their dinner. She also told him about their plans for Friday. After the all day sessions there was a dinner being hosted by the organization sponsoring the conference. There would be a band and dancing. She asked if it was Ok with Mike if she went to the dinner dance. He said he wanted her to go and to have a good time. After the call ended he thought about the conversation. He doubted the dinner dance was something she hadn't known about before they left. If it wasn't, she wouldn't have taken appropriate clothes to wear. He turned on Jeopardy and did very well. He got thirty-two correct answers. He shut off the TV and read James Patterson for two hours. In one of the chapters Alex Cross, the detective, had a sexual encounter with his long-term girl-friend. It sent Mike's mind off into a maze of thinking about Friday at the lake and a woman named Lacy. 'Am I going to have sex with Lacy? Really?' He thought about how it might be to have sex that wasn't the same as the last fifty times. What if Lacy liked having her breasts sucked? What if she wanted oral sex? He sat up straighter in the chair and asked himself, 'What if she wants to suck me?' Inside his Jockey white shorts he felt his cock stir. He looked around the room, knowing full well that no one was there, that the drapes were closed and no one could see him. He unzipped and unbelted his slacks. He stood up and let them fall to the floor. He pushed his white briefs down past his knees and sat back down holding his cock in his right hand. Thoughts of Lacy. Questions about Lacy. Questions about what she wanted with him, what the secret was, what she might want him to do to her body all raced through his mind as he stroked himself. G is for Greed Just as the cum shot from his cock into the palm of his left hand he realized that the fantasy he had about how Lacy would look, looked a lot like Sara, not like Bonnie. Bonnie was quite different from how he remembered Sara. They were both around five seven or eight and neither was chunky or fat. Bonnie had brown hair that was styled in what Mike called a page boy cut, like he remembered from when he was a kid and his Aunt Grace had her hair like that. Sara had blond hair and the last year they had been together it was as short as Mike's hair, with almost the same style. Because Sara had huge blue eyes her hairstyle looked sexy to Mike, even though her hair was short enough many thought she looked butch. Bonnie's breasts were larger and heavier than Sara's. Gravity was pulling hard on Bonnie and the result was that when the Corps of Engineers bra came off Bonnie's breasts aimed more at the floor than when they first got married. Mike's hand moved faster as he remembered Sara's hand-full breasts. He once told her he thought they would fit perfectly in a cocktail glass, a martini glass. They had never sagged when he had known her and the puffy nipples always seemed to be pointing at him. Mike cleaned himself, took off his clothes and showered. The ritual was that they showered in the mornings, except on the weekends when they did yard work and other projects. On weekends they showered before bed. After his shower he opened the drawer of his chest of drawers and looked at the selection of pajamas. A stack of cotton stripped pajamas for warm weather on the left side of the drawer. A stack of flannel print pajamas on the right side. He slid the drawer closed without taking any pajamas out of the drawer. Mike slept naked and alone that night. The alarm startled Mike from a very sound sleep. The sun wasn't fully up but was shedding enough light into the day that Mike didn't need to turn on the lights. He dressed for school and then changed his mind and redressed a little nicer than normal. He packed a shaving kit into his briefcase and in a gym bag he took jeans, a t-shirt and a long sleeved shirt... just in case. The gym bag went into the trunk. He stopped on the way to school and indulged himself in a breakfast from a fast food place. His first class of children seemed to come through the door like zombies, dragging their feet, making guttural noises and looking like life had been sucked out of them. They looked like this every morning, but Mike usually didn't care. He handed out a pop quiz and they sank deeper into their own sadness. Mike felt energized. On his lunch break he went to the cafeteria and discovered they served something much worse than the burrito he had liked. They served him a slice of cheese pizza. He was glad they had a sign up telling him what lunch was being served. What he got neither looked or tasted like pizza or cheese. He tossed half of it in the trash. He opened his laptop and powered it up. He made sure he was sitting so that no one but him could see the screen. He logged into Outlook and saw an email from Lacy, right next to one from BonnieG. 'Save the best for last.' He thought and opened Bonnie's email. "Mike, The conference is loaded with good information for us. I've already filled a notebook with notes! As you probably remember Bob drove the group to the conference. He and Frank have been talking about hanging here one more day and driving home on Sunday. There is some sports event happening Saturday afternoon/evening that they both would like to attend. Carol and I can stay and do some shopping. Frank and Bob will pay for our room for the extra night. I told them I'd ask you about it. If it's really a bother I can take the train home Saturday and be back in town at seven-forty. BG." Mike thought about her email for a full minute before he answered. "BG, I'm glad you're getting lots of good information. I don't want to get the reputation of being a stick-in-the-mud. Of course, I miss you but I think you should stay and come home with the people you went with. Since Bob and Frank are paying for your room for the extra night it's only right you should buy them dinner one night. I'll see you Sunday night when you get home. Mike." His computer dinged when the email was sent. He clicked on "Lacy." "Can you possibly leave early?" No, huh. Figures. I'm already at the lodge. I put brand new sheets on the bed. I wonder why we say that. Is there a difference between "brand new" and "new"? Anyway, I bought these new sheets yesterday and new pillows too. The sheets that were on the bed here were at least ten years old. They had little tiny flowers on them. I think you'll like these new sheets. When you see them there could be a naked or nearly naked woman on top of them! Lacy." Mike's first thought was one word, "Tease!" He thought it so loud he actually said it out loud. He looked around to make sure no one heard him. He clicked out of email and Googled adultery. Over three million hits. He read just the first two. When his first students walked into his room Mike was still deep in thought about what he had read, what he was about to do and the repercussions of even thinking about adultery. Somehow he got his head back in the classroom and finished the day. The last student left his room, he sighed and took his briefcase into the tiny bathroom next to his classroom. He lathered up and shaved. Every time he looked at himself in the mirror he asked himself, 'Who the hell do you think you are?' The answer that came most often was, "Nuts!" As he drove the forty-minute drive to Shoreline Drive he talked to himself. Outloud. "You're a happily married man. A happily married man doesn't run off to a lodge in the woods to have an affair with a woman he doesn't even know! Maybe, I do know her! It's still nuts. I'm nuts. Maybe I'm not as happily married as I think I am. No! I am happily married." He had the same conversation with himself more than once. He made the transition from main highway to the two-lane out to the lake and resumed his monologue. "Put the shoe on the other foot. What if it was Bonnie having an affair? What would you do? Would that be the end of your marriage? Would you be able to forgive her... for doing just what you're about to do?" Mike had plenty of questions. No answers. As he turned onto Shoreline drive he looked for house numbers. The first one he saw was 9216. The lodge he was looking for was 1144. The farther he got from where he had turned onto Shoreline Drive the farther apart the cabins and lodges. When he saw 1144 he saw a big two story log lodge with an attached garage. The garage door was open and no cars were inside. There was ample room for two cars and a workbench area. The lodge looked fairly new and very well cared for. A sign on the mailbox said, "Seiko Lodge." A small flat line was over the top of the "o". Under the words he saw something written in Japanese. He pulled his clean Toyota into the garage, shut off the engine and got out. He saw a button next to the door into the house with a sign next to it that read, "Garage door" and some characters in Japanese. He pushed the button and the garage closed. Under the paint can he found the key, as promised. Mike noticed his heart racing. "In for a nickel..." he said as he inserted the key into the door. It unlocked easily. As the door swung open he expected to see Lacy standing there, in a teddie, high heels and a grin. He saw a kitchen and a ribbon. The ribbon was yellow and had a note attached. Mike held the ribbon and read the note. "Do not undress. Do not leave the kitchen, yet. Read all these instructions, then do as they ask. I promise you will not be harmed." It was signed Lacy. The instructions were to find the gray blindfold on the counter, put it on so he could not see then follow the ribbon to a couch. Sit down and listen. Mike prided himself on following directions. He did exactly as instructed. When he found the couch he sat down, folded his arms and waited. A few seconds later he heard the push of a button and a recording started. "I am reading this from a prepared text. I'm reading it because Lacy has a voice you would recognize. After you hear me, you can remove the blindfold and you will find all the documentation to back up what you will be told. All your questions will be answered, including who is Lacy." The man's voice went on. "Twelve years ago you met Bonnie and months later you were married. You met at church and you were both new to the congregation. The only family member you have ever met is her Dad, Walter. He paid for the wedding. Of course, you know all this. Here's what you didn't know: Her name isn't Bonnie. She was born Angela Marie Schissler. Walter is her Dad but his name is not Walter, it's Kurt. The marriage was performed by a minister chosen by Walter, who was not and is not a minister. You have been living with Bonnie for eleven years as husband and wife but you are not married to her. During the marriage Bonnie has helped the two of you amass a considerable amount of retirement money. She manages it in joint accounts and last month she told you the balance for all accounts was two hundred eighty one thousand dollars. The actual balance is three point four million dollars. She and Walter have been using your good name and banking history to launder money they stole before she met you. Details of how they obtained the money will be provided. For the moment suffice it to say it was obtained illegally. Details of your options will be provided for you. However, you have a very limited time to act on your options. The woman you know as Bonnie is planning to leave you, broke and holding the bag for the original illegal activities and the years of laundry in two weeks. I am done." Mike heard the click of the recording ending. Mike had started to interrupt five times, but stopped. He heard it all and had many questions. He asked the first one. "Can I remove the blindfold?" The man's voice said, "Yes." Mike pulled the blindfold off. In front of him a table was piled with documentation. On the opposite side of the table sat a man, holding a script and a small tape recorder. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit, white shirt and dark blue tie. An hour later Mike had looked at the documentation and believed what he saw. The man answered lots of detailed questions about Mike's options. Mike chose option "B" of the three given to him. He would take none of the money. He would disappear and the feds would have both Angela (Bonnie) and Walter Monday morning. Angela would be arrested at City Hall when she arrived for work. "Ok. That's all handled. I'm single, broke and hurting. My life has slid into a toilet bowl. Who is Lacy and what's she got to do with this?" Mike asked. The man stood up and smiled at him. "The answers are up those stairs. If all goes as planned, you and I will not meet again. Lacy has your instructions for the rest of the weekend. A wise man would follow them." He shook Mike's hand and walked out the front door. Mike noticed as he left that it was getting dark outside. He left all the papers on the table and headed up the stairs. 'Lacy could be a code name for this whole operation. Lacy could be an acronym for Laundering Assets Combined Yield or some other government program. Lacy could be another agent of the government.' He thought. At the top of the stairs he saw a hallway and three doors. Two were closed and one was slightly open. He pushed it open and found Lacy. The instant he saw her he remembered, her middle name was a Polish family name that sounded like Lacy. The woman on the brand new forest green sheets in a forest green teddie was Sara! She smiled at him and said, "Is it Ok that I'm here?" "It depends." Mike answered. "On?" "On why you're here. Downstairs a man I don't know tore up my life and I'm broke, unmarried and mad as hell. Now, I'm upstairs and find my ex-wife who left me because I was poor. Now I'm completely broke, worse off than when you left me. What's next?" "Upstairs is another option. You see, the man downstairs let me tell you about something else you didn't know. I was married after us. I divorced you because I wanted money and math teachers don't make any. I screwed up and in more ways than just one. I didn't tell you the whole truth when I left. You believed I left you to find a rich guy and live happily ever after. You believed I loved money more than you. I didn't. My second husband made lots of money, but he wasn't you. I missed you. Then, eight months ago he had a heart attack in a board meeting and left me a widow. I want you back." "I'm still a math teacher. I'm beyond poor! I'm broke! At least yesterday I had a house!" "Then do the math. John owned a few million shares of Dow, a few million shares of Hilton, twenty million shares of other assorted stocks, bonds and things. When he died I started divesting myself of some of it. I don't want to be a rich bitch married to a poor man any more than you want to be dependent on me for money. So, I'll make you an offer or six you can't refuse. Interested?" "I'm interested." "Nice shoes." She said, pointing at his four year old wing tips. "Can I buy them from you?" "My shoes?" He looked down at them, realizing they needed polish. "I'll give you a million for each one." Mike's eyes widened and he asked, "Two million for a used pair of shoes?" "Wanna sell, or not?" She smiled at him He melted. He sat on the bed and took off the shoes. "Where would you like them?" "Toss them in the closet. I offer you five million for your shirt and five more for the tie. Interested?" Mike grinned and took them off. Sara pointed at the closet. Mike stood up and got a hanger for the shirt. Sara laughed and asked, "Why hang it up?" "Damn thing's worth five million dollars!" He said and they both laughed. "Is that a leather belt? If it's leather I'll pay you twenty million dollars for it!" "Jesus! That's thirty- two million dollars and I still have clothes on." "Ok. This is taking way too long. I'll buy the rest of your clothes for an even two-hundred-sixty-eight million dollars. With conditions. Deal?" "What conditions?" "You make love to me at least a hundred times a year for ten years. You let me live with you, take care of both of us, shave my pussy, suck you off and sleep naked with you any time I want." "Deal!" Mike got out of his clothes and stood beside the bed. She looked up at him and asked, "Could a rich man like you ever be interested in a poor widow? Really?" "Depends. Does the widow like having her pussy eaten?" "She does." "Does she like it when her breasts are mauled by a man who loves her and them?" "She's been aching for his face pressed into her tiny tits for years!" "Could she live on an allowance for the rest of her life?" "How big an allowance?" "I'll answer that during breakfast." He lifted her to a standing position next to the bed. After eighty or so preliminary kisses to her face, neck and shoulders the teddie fell to the floor and Mike once again tasted her delicious tits. As he sucked he felt them swell and tighten. He heard her moan and felt her hands hold his head to her chest. Some time later she leaned back and opened to him with her back on the bed. Mike knelt beside the bed and lifted her legs, burying his face into her shaved pussy. The juices were already flowing from her and Mike lapped them up as if he was starving and it was the nectar that would save his life. Lacy's first orgasm of the weekend happened before Mike even got on the bed. Her second happened minutes later with Mike sucking her clit and his fingers rubbing her g-spot. As she screamed and thrashed beneath his mouth he wondered if Bonnie even had a g-spot. She had never let him search for it. After they threw a towel over the wet spot she had made, Lacy put Mike on his back and rode him in the bareback and front divisions of the bedroom rodeo. First in cowgirl position then in reverse cowgirl she rang his bell both times. They slept wet and woke up later, stuck to the "brand new" sheets. They laughed, changed the sheets, showered together and went downstairs to find some food. Mike realized it was nearly midnight and he hadn't eaten since he tried unsuccessfully to eat the school pizza. Lacy made them an omelet. He made toast. They ate from the frying pan with Lacy sitting on his lap. They only used one fork. Lacy held it and fed him a bite, her a bite until the food was gone. He washed the pan and the fork. She dried. It was after one in the morning when they went back upstairs and into the bed. They kissed and held each other, reacquainting their bodies with the way they fit together. Hands caressed skin almost forgotten until their touch flooded them both with memories of their time together. Sleep crept into bed with them and they slept without changing positions until the sun coming through the eyelet curtains woke them. They joined again, taking their time, enjoying being together and knowing there was no where to be, no when to get somewhere else, no needs that couldn't or wouldn't be met inside the lodge. Lacy tucked a towel under herself to catch Mike's gift as it seeped from her. They talked. Softly. "Now that you are rich, what would you like to do?" Lacy asked. "That was talk last night. No one would pay millions for used clothes." "Stay where you are." Lacy walked across the room and opened a drawer. She came back to bed with eleven bank statements, still in sealed envelopes. They were addressed to him at the address of the lodge. Mike opened the top one, from Bank of America. It was eight pages long. He glanced over the listings and discovered that Bank of America held over eleven million dollars of his. He looked up at Lacy and said, "How? I didn't open these accounts." Lacy kissed him and explained. "As I sold off the stocks and things that had been John's I had to put the money somewhere. I walked into a bank and said I wanted to open some accounts to put large sums of money into. When the bank manager asked what name to put on the accounts, I gave them your name and information. I remembered everything but the address from when I was married to you." He held the papers in his right hand, waving them and saying, "So, I'm a millionaire!" "Yes, you are. My name is also on the account at B of A until a week from Tuesday. I had it set up so I could access some of the money at B of A until then. All the others have your name only on them. I held a little back, just in case we couldn't arrange this meeting as quickly as we did." "What if I wouldn't take you back?" "If you decided not to take me back, I kept back a hundred thousand. I'll find a job and do my best to be happy. When I left you I was on a mission. A mission to get rich and give the money to you so you could take care of us forever. I never intended to keep the money or to stay away forever. I don't want to manage wealth, trade in stocks, bonds and real estate. I want to live well, wake up next to you every morning and snuggle with you every night." "I'll take you back... front and both sides!" "Ok! Then we need to talk about what happens now." She sat up on the bed and folded her legs. Mike looked at her sitting in front of him like that and his body and mind liked what he saw. As she started talking she moved her hands and it was almost like watching her dance. He really didn't care what she said, he just wanted to watch. She said, "Here's the plan. Bonnie will be riding back to town with her co-workers on Sunday. By the way, she has been fucking both of them and the manager of the bank for over a year." She took a breath. "You won't be home. In fact, you won't ever be home, in that house, again. The house is in her name only. The feds and I did a little creative accounting for you. On paper the house has never been in your name. Bonnie will look for you and get worried. The plan she and Walter cooked up needs you to be there to take the fall. We scrubbed your email files so my emails are gone. She won't have any idea to look here. In the closet in the bedroom next door are lots of clothes that will fit you. Nice clothes. I had lots of fun shopping for you. At nine o'clock this morning a tow truck will come and collect your old Toyota and deposit it in a nearby junkyard. At ten a new Lexus will be delivered. It's a rental, rented in my name. I got a dark blue one. I hope that's Ok?" G is for Greed "New clothes, new car, anything else?" "Oh, yes. Your principal has been told that you won't be at school this week. He got a sub for you." "Who told him? The feds? What did they tell him?" "That you are helping them catch a dangerous criminal and the best thing he can do is be ignorant. He doesn't know where you are or what you're doing. Especially if Bonnie asks." "She's been cheating on me for a year?" "Not technically. She's known all along you aren't married. It can't be cheating if you aren't married. When she's with you she's playing a role, wife. When she's not with you she fucks other men. She does respect you enough that she makes them use rubbers, if that's respect." "How do you know all this?" "The feds showed me pictures, transcripts. They wanted me to help you avoid the set up Bonnie and Walter were preparing you for. I volunteered." "Thanks. What am I supposed to do for the week I'm supposed to be gone?" "Anything you want that has us a minimum of five hundred miles away. What would you like to do? Where would you like to go?" "Hmmmm. When I was a kid my Dad talked about wanting to take us up into Canada to drive in the Canadian Rockies. He thought the drive from Banff to Jasper was the prettiest place he'd ever been. He died before we took the trip." "I remember you talking about that trip. Wanna go?" "Can we take the rental car that far?" "No, but we can fly to Calgary, get a motor home and drive the Canadian Rockies!" "We can!" Mike said, as he realized that he had eleven million dollars in B of A. 'How much could a motor home be?' He started to get out of bed. Lacy pulled him back to her. "It isn't even nine o'clock. Your old Toyota is still in the garage. We have plenty of time. We don't even need to pack, just get dressed. I packed a suitcase for each of us yesterday, just in case we wanted to leave today." "What about the clothes in the other closet? The sheets we haven't washed?" "We should do the wash, but everything else we can leave. After all, it is your house." She smiled at him again. She loved giving him surprises. "My house?" He looked around, paying more attention to the lodge than he had before. The bedroom they were in was at least sixteen by twenty feet, not counting the walk in closet or the huge bathroom attached. He had seen two other doors in the upstairs hallway that could be other large bedrooms. The living room where he had met with the agent was easily thirty feet long and twenty or more feet wide. The kitchen was large as well, with commercial sized and grade appliances. He looked at Lacy and asked, "When did I buy this place?" "Escrow closes on Tuesday next. After Bonnie and Walter are charged. Right now it's a rent-to-buy agreement." "How big is it?" "Forty-three hundred square feet. The house you left, yesterday, is nineteen hundred." He remembered the sign on the mailbox. "The sign says Seiko Lodge. What does Seiko mean?" "Coitus." The man who had it built wanted a place where he could come to relax with the women in his life. Everything in and around the lodge is for enjoyment. We have a sauna, hot tub, sun deck, boat dock and five bedrooms. There is soundproofing in all the walls, central heat and air conditioning, too." "It must have cost a fortune." "You'll make more in interest from the Citi Bank CD's this year. Honey, relax. You're rich." "Ok. All this is tough to wrap my brain around. It's almost too much." "Hungry?" "Yes. Let's go make some food." They left the bedroom and went to the huge kitchen. As Lacy gathered things to make breakfast Mike checked out the kitchen, and how nice it was watching Lacy's lithe body moving around naked. She noticed his anatomy responding to her and came over for a few kisses and to squeeze his cock. "I've missed you." She said. Then she released him and went back to making breakfast. Mike heard the garage door open. He looked at the kitchen clock and it was nine o'clock. The Toyota he bought new twelve years before was leaving. He went to the window and watched as the tow truck took it down the road. 'No more four cylinder cars for me,' he thought. After breakfast they dressed and Mike got another surprise. Lacy asked him to pick out which bra and panty set she would wear. She opened a drawer in the bedroom and he saw twenty sets, various styles and many colors. He picked up a lavender set and asked her to model them for him. The panty barely covered anything, and was nearly transparent. She pulled it up, adjusted it for fit and turned around so he got the whole view. He liked what he saw. She turned away from Mike as she started to put the bra on. He thought it was so he would look at her butt, until she turned to face him and he saw her breasts, held by a lavender lace shelf that presented the top half of her breasts uncovered as well as her nipples, begging for attention. "Oh, That bra isn't Christian!" Mika said as he reached for her. She opened her arms for him and he bent to suck on her nipples. He didn't want to be accused of favoritism so he made sure to spend equal time with both nipples. When he finally backed away he noticed a wet spot on the thong. "I love what your mouth does to me." She said. She put on a lavender blouse and a dark skirt. She gave Mike clothes to wear. He looked at them and shrugged. For at least fifteen years he had worn white briefs made by Jockey. She handed him blue boxer-briefs that said "Duluth Trading Co." on the waistband. They weren't cotton. He pulled them on and was surprised at how comfortable they were. Lacy had him turn around and said, "No more white cotton. Those come in six different colors and they look great! Do you like?" "Yeah, I think I do." She gave him Lee jeans to wear and a pair of boots, western boots. They were black and as he pulled them on she said, "They're bull hide. Supposed to last forever. I like cowboy boots." Mike smiled and said, "These aren't cowboy boots, Honey. Don't you know the difference between cowboy boots and western boots?" "I guess I don't. What's the difference?" "Cowboy boots have cow shit on them." He stood in front of the mirror and looked. The last time he'd worn boots and jeans he had been in high school and they had been cowboy boots. As he looked Lacy handed him a shirt; long sleeved, dark blue with a button down collar. He put it on, tucked it in and she threaded a nice black ranger belt through the loops on his jeans. "That's a good look on you." She said. "Looks like a math teacher to me." He thought he looked good in these new clothes, but couldn't think of himself standing at the board doing a quadratic equation dressed that way. A horn honked. Mike looked at Lacy and she said, "It's our car! Let's get going!" Outside a man was taking a dark blue Lexus off the flat bed truck. He gave Mike the keys and a folder full of paperwork. Mike signed for the car and watched as the man drove away in the flatbed. Lacy got in the passenger seat. Mike opened the trunk and deposited two suitcases before joining Lacy inside the car. She handed him a set of house keys and said, "I locked the lodge. Ready to begin your new life?" "I guess." He clipped the car keys to the set of house keys and inserted a key in the ignition. "Wait! Don't start it!" Lacy dove into her purse and came out with a wallet. "This is for you." He opened it and saw six credit cards, and other cards. In the slot where dollar bills belonged he saw ten one-hundred dollar bills. He kissed Lacy and said, "Thanks." "If you'll give me your old wallet I'll transfer things into the new one. By the way, all your old credit cards shouldn't be used by you. I'll cut them up. The new one's are better anyway. They are debit cards." He gave her both wallets and started the car. "Which way?" He asked. "Take 287 south to the airport." Mike drove the twenty-some miles enjoying the way the Lexus was so much nicer than the old Toyota. When he saw the sign for Lincoln Park Airport he got of 287. At the airport he realized it was a private strip, no commercial flights. Sitting on the asphalt near the ops building was a Piper Apache. "I don't know how to fly." Mike said. "Neither do I, but Tom does. Tom is our pilot. I'll tell him where we're going. He'll file a flight plan and soon we'll be on our way." It was an hour and a half later that the Apache lifted off and they headed north west. Tom estimated eleven hours flying time to Calgary. He showed Lacy and Mike the maps and they picked St. Paul as the place to spend the night. Flying the five hours to St. Paul in a small plane is an adventure that being at thirty thousand feet in a 737 cannot match. Mike and Lacy looked out the windows and watched the farms, cities and highways pass below them. When Tom took them over Lake Erie and then Lake Michigan his passengers loved seeing it from twelve thousand feet. Tom radioed ahead and reserved rooms for them at the airport hotel. When they landed it was a short ride to the hotel and they were ready to eat and crash for the night. They agreed to meet Tom at the plane at seven-thirty in the morning. At the hotel desk Lacy had her arm linked in Mike's as the young woman behind the desk asked, "What name shall I put on the reservation card?" Mike smiled and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Mike Evans." Lacy held on just a little tighter. As they walked down the long hallway to their room Mike said, "You think two Americans can get married in Canada?" "You asking?" "I mean, is it possible? Legally, logistically?" She looked at him and stopped walking. She faced him and asked again, "You asking?" Mike dropped to a knee and held one of Lacy's hands. "If it's legal and logistically possible would you be willing to marry me in Canada this week?" "Yes! You know I would. I don't care where. St. Paul is a nice town. Think they have an all night, drive through wedding chapel?" She kissed him soundly. He stood back up and turned back towards the lobby. "Maybe we should catch a flight to Las Vegas." She turned him back towards their room. "Maybe we should just start the honeymoon and when we can, we'll get married." "Deal!" Mike hurried a little faster down the hallway. Lacy giggled a little and caught up. Once they were inside the room they parked the suitcases and Lacy unbuttoned her blouse. She opened it and Mike saw her nipples pointing at him. As he started towards her she asked, "You want sex first or shall we go eat first, then stay naked the rest of the night?" "If you wanted dinner first why did you show me your nipples?" "Because I think you forgot they were bare under my blouse all day." "I did! I'm so sorry. Can I be forgiven?" "Can I have three orgasms tonight?" "I'll do my best!" "Then let's go eat and get started!" She buttoned enough buttons so she wouldn't get arrested in St. Paul. They walked back to the restaurant and had a good meal. Three times while they ate Lacy reached over and squeezed Mike's cock. She leaned forward a few times and gave Mike a look inside her blouse. Mike paid the bill with a new debit card. After the waitress walked away Mike asked, "You think they'll mind if we sit her a few minutes?" "Don't you want to get back to our room?" Lacy asked, smiling at him. "Yes, but I'm hard and if I stand up everyone will know." "Do you care? There are no children in here. Be proud. I am." She squeezed him one more time. She stood. Mike stood and Lacy took his arm. They walked out past three couples waiting to be seated and the young hostess. They all smiled at them. In the hallway they walked and laughed all the way to their room. As the door closed Lacy dropped to her knees and unzipped Mike, freeing his hard shaft. Her hands kept helping him undress while her mouth kept his erection busy. Somehow Mike got naked, Lacy got mostly naked and they made it to the bed with Mike's cock still in Lacy's mouth. He turned her on the bed so his mouth could reach her pussy. She spread her legs to welcome him. He tasted her from clit to tain't and pushed his tongue into her honey. She moaned and sucked him harder and deeper. As he licked and probed her inner depths his hands moved her legs, folding her so her legs were alongside her chest as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He stood up, holding Lacy to his body. His face buried in her wetness and her mouth fucking him. He saw them in the mirrored doors of the closet and he loved what he saw. She still had on the lavender bra. Her hair hung down below her head and swung as she moved to suck him in and out of her face. The sight and the feel were enough. He felt the internal tightening and felt his spunk race out of his shaft and into Lacy's mouth. She pressed against him, completely burying his shaft in her mouth and throat. His bellow was muffled by his face pressing into her open gash. He took a breath and then sucked her clit, pushing her to her first orgasm. Her body shook and she moaned. Mike held her against his body and continued to lick her tender places. "Oh Mike, please stop! Please, just for a minute." He lowered them to the bed and turned so they faced each other. "Can a girl who just swallowed your cum kiss you?" "Can a man who just drank a gallon of your juices kiss you?" The answers were given non-verbally. As they snuggled under the covers waiting for sleep she faced Mike and asked, "Am I Sara or Lacy?" "It would be easy for me to go either way. I never really stopped loving Sara. I just learned how to live without her. Bonnie helped. Lacy brought back the fun, the sexiness, the adventure into my life." Mike paused, kissed her long and passionately and said, "Lacy. Lacy whatever-your-last-name is will you marry me?" "It was Chase. Lacy Chase. And yes, I'll marry you." In the morning they met Tom at the plane at seven-thirty. It was fully gassed and ready to go. The day was beautiful. A few small clouds in the sky and light winds. When they were near Moose Jaw Canada Tom said, "We're at twelve thousand feet. There's no rear view mirror up here. If you two want to join the Mile-High Club you're plenty high enough to qualify. I won't look." Mike looked back at Lacy and didn't say a word. Lacy opened her blouse and showed Mike another new "Look-at-my-tits" bra. She reached forward and grabbed his hand and put it on her almost totally bare breast. Over the next few miles Mike slowly climbed into the back with Lacy. By the time he was back there she was naked and helping him get that way, too. Tom hadn't lied, he had no rear view mirror. What he had was a window that reflected the image of what was happening as long as he held steady on the heading he was on. Tom flew for almost an hour watching Mike and Lacy pleasure each other. Lacy made sure they qualified for the Mile-High Coitus Club, the Mile-High Cocksucking Club and the Mile-High Pussy Eating Club. Tom supplied paper towels for clean up. He knew the plane would need a few hours to air out after they landed. He knew when he got back to New Jersey he would have another "1" painted on the tail. That would make twenty-three times his Apache had helped some couple join the club. They had to hurry to get redressed before Tom landed in Calgary. They were surprised when Tom landed at Springbank Airport a few miles west of Calgary International. It handles all the general aviation for the Calgary area. Once on the ground Tom hooked them up with a car rental service and they were off. Tom made a few calls and reconnected with a lady he hadn't seen in a few months. He called the new cell phone that Lacy had given him the number for and asked if they wanted him to be available in a few days to fly them back. He gave them a very good price and they gave him the job of waiting seven days for their return. Mike brought his laptop with him. In their hotel room that evening he hooked up and looked at the local news service for home. Not much was happening at home. He looked at his emails. There were four from Bonnie. He clicked the oldest first. (click)4:18pm "You're not at home! I expected you to meet me at the door and it was locked. School is out. Your clothes are all here, your suitcase is here, but you aren't. Call me, please. B." (click) 7:44pm "I've been home three hours. None of the neighbors know where you are. Mrs. Clarke says you left for school Thursday morning and she hasn't seen you since. Call me, please! B." The third was a few hours later. (click) 11:08pm "This isn't funny! I don't know what you've heard but nothing went on at the conference that shouldn't have. I was a good wife. Now come home. B." Lacy stood behind Mike and read the last one. (click)11:51pm "I can't stay in the house alone. I'm going to a hotel for the night. When you come to your senses, call my cell! What are you doing? Where are you? Your loving wife, Bonnie" "Want to scare her?" Lacy asked. "How?" "You could call and tell her you have a girl-friend and you'll be home Monday after school." "Jesus! She'd freak." "What she'll do is agree to meet you at home Monday after school. She needs you as her fall guy. What she doesn't know is that Monday when she goes to work the feds will be waiting." After Mike sat with the idea for a few minutes he picked up the cell phone and dialed Bonnie's cell number. As it rang the first time he remembered the time difference. It was just after one in the morning at home. He heard her voice, "Mike? Is that you?" "Yes." "Where the hell are you? Why weren't you home when I got home?" Her voice had started normal but climbed quickly to almost a scream. "You want to keep asking questions or let me answer?" She stayed quiet. "Where the hell I am is at my girl-friend's house. Why I wasn't home when you came home is because I was over here screwing, having dinner and playing with her cat." "When are you coming home?" Lacy had been right, she wasn't going to do anything that would keep Mike from being home when the axe came down. "Tomorrow after school. We can talk then. It's too hard to talk now." "Who is she? How long has this been going on? Why?" "You don't know her, and you won't. I said it's too hard to talk right now. She's sucking me and it feels too good to be dividing my attention talking to you. So, good night!" Mike pressed the button and then shut the phone all the way off. "What happens to the millions Bonnie and Walter took?" Mike asked Lacy. "The feds keep it. Maybe it'll help pay for a bailout for somebody." "I almost feel sorry for Bonnie and Walter. They worked hard for eleven years to launder all the money, now they don't get to keep it." Mike said. "Walter's been living off laundered money for four years. He has a seventy-four foot yacht in a marina in Tampa Bay that he lives on. Don't feel bad for him." "He gets arrested on Monday too?" "That's what they told me. His yacht has engine problems or something so he can't use it to run. My imagination tells me that this weekend he met a very nice looking woman who has invited him to meet her for breakfast Monday morning. She's an agent and when he sits down to have breakfast with her they will arrest him." "And at the same time Bonnie will walk into her office in City Hall to be greeted by men in gray suits. Sad really. All that planning, shot in the butt." It was after two in the morning in Calgary when they closed their eyes and went to sleep. When they got out of bed it was almost noon. As they got dressed Lacy flipped on the TV. The news was on. They both stopped when the lady on screen said, "The couple who pulled off the New York jewel heist thirteen years ago have been taken into custody." She spoke more about the details of the heist and the arrests. A picture of Walter standing in front of a Tampa Bay restaurant next to a very good looking FBI agent was shown. It switched to a shot of Bonnie being led out of City Hall in cuffs. The two agents with her were both in gray suits. G is for Greed "Remind me to never get a gray suit." Mike said. "How about a yacht? I think I know where we can get one pretty cheap." "Nope. No yachts. I might want to get a frequent flier membership in the Mile-High Club though." Lacy kissed him and asked if she was invited along. Two weeks later they were having dinner in the lodge. Lacy was wearing another new bra and panty set and feeding Mike bites of their dinner while sitting on his lap. In between bites Mike said, "You know, my Dad was right. The Canadian Rockies were beautiful, and he was wrong. There are sights better than the Canadian Rockies." "Oh?" "Yeah. Waking up and seeing you naked next to me is better. Seeing Fred Thompson's eyes yesterday when he found out he got the scholarship, is better. That was such a good idea. We can sponsor so many kids to get a good education and then help others get one as well. Thanks." "I think you are the richest man I've ever known." She kissed him, long and passionately. "Didn't John have more money than us?" "He wasn't rich. He had tons of money, but his life was about the money. Everything in his life was about money. He married me because he believed being married would help him make more money. Single bankers never get to the top of the ladder. He never had to look for a bank statement. How knew how much he had in each place at every moment. Your life has never been about the money. It's about the look on a kid's face, or helping someone. I love you." "I love you, too. Is there dessert?" "Depends. Do I count as dessert?" He whistled. "Finest kind."