“Forty eight hours?” Betsy asked looking again at the clock with dread.“The bankruptcy that will trigger the collapse will be filed in forty-eig...t hours. It will only take hours for the whole banking system to fall. Drain your bank accounts dry between now and then. You’ve got four million left,” William said.He hung up, undoubtedly to make some more calls. Betsy stared at the cell phone in her hands. The idea that she was to drain her bank accounts suggested that she go on a shopping spree. Of. ..though I hated sleeping on the floor I offered my bed to Jonathan. He declined to my surprise and stated that the floor would be fine if I could lay down a blanket and spare a pillow. I didn't ask twice, I loved having a warm comfy bed to sleep in. I got him the pillow and blanket. I don't think he knew I noticed, but before he layed his head on the pillow he seemed to take in my scent from the pillow while closing his eyes. I shrugged it off and flipped the light switch, "night Jonathan". So later that night Wendy got ready for her rounds....nice black stockings,suspenders a matching pair of red crotchless silk panties & peek a boo bra,all wrapped up in a tight fitting white blouse,which would rub over her nipples as she walked the corridors and a slik little black pencil skirt,nice and tight round her shapely ass ,with a nice split,then of course her bright red ,fuck me stiletto shoes .Wendy was wet even before she took the 1st flight of stairs.40 minutes passed without. Gil grabbed my hat and contrived to brush my breasts with the brim as he swept it to my head; it was so sudden, so unexpected, my nipples suddenly pressed against my bra. "Gil?" I said in a low voice. He stopped. "Yes?" "I'm going to wear you out." "I hope so," he said, and we started to the door. We didn't speak. Once we were in the elevator, alone for a moment, he ran his fingers from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine, and I shivered. I stepped in front of him and pressed myself.