This is one problem I can actually fix. Mrs. Ethyl fucking Goodman isn’t a popular figure around headquarters. I could talk with Daddy; he’d know ...ow to handle it. Or my friend, Sergeant Louise Finch; it would take her one phone call.I wouldn’t bother Bulldog Bannerman — that would be like taking a bazooka to ... an arm wrestling match. There’s probably a better analogy out there than that.Riley was eyeing me solemnly as I read the letter. Yes, it was serious. Yes, her father had been. She was lost in the moment, and I danced around behind her so that we were grinding, but I could now see Bethany looking at me dancing with her friend.I switched off a few more times, and then we all decided to go and take a break. It was then I found out that Bethany's friend's name was Chrissy. We all end up buying a round each, so that is three more drinks a piece at that point.We get back out onto the dance floor and the dancing begins to become more and more suggestive. The women are. Her breasts are really big and it stood perfectly and proudly in her chest. I had an intensive wish to crush them and suck all by my hungry mouth and suddenly she put her hand on my bulge and squeezed that. I was just stunned! Then I realized what was happening. I was so excited while watching her that I didn't notice my huge bulge was clearly visible through the tight short of mine. Anyone could see that. And the sexy actress had noticed it long ago. She was doing all these just to tease me. At the start I wouldn’t accept any financial reward for my gift - it was enough just to bring peace and health back into someone else’s life. By the end, I was getting angry at the entitled rich, so I would simply demand higher and higher “fees”, just to see how much these snobs were really willing to pay. Turns out, quite a lot.We setup a Swiss bank account, and regularly transferred the money we received into it. It wasn’t long before we knew we would be set for life, and didn’t have to worry.