I’m sorry, I don’t.”She smiled. “You didn’t ask then, or now, why I was so upset. Why I was vulnerable that night.” I was about to speak. ...he held up her hand. “Again, I’m not accusing. Just telling the story. My husband had just left me a few days before hand. I’m a devout Catholic, Mr. Stephens. A hard core, devout Catholic. My entire family is. We don’t believe in divorce. We believe marriage is forever. So you can imagine how devastated I was at the time. My husband had left me. He packed. You robbed him to his boxer, and kept on doing so after him.”She was in a shock now. Yeah, I still have connections and friends who dig up people’s pasts for such details. Suddenly I felt sorry for exposing her past and disturbing her like this. I swam to her; put my hand on her shoulder as she had done to me. She leaned her forehand to my wrist. She spoke in her silken voice again.“It’s ok. In fact I am happy. I am happy that you saw me as my real self, without any masks, and still came. The newly borrowed money was to be used to keep from being declared in default on the old debt, which was now increased by the new borrowing to pay the interest on the newly enlarged old debt. The austerity measures were designed to hold down government spending and cutting demand for imported goods in order to improve the country's cash flow situation.Unfortunately, the austerity measures were felt most by the poor, whose lives became even more miserable and desperate than they had been. "How do you mean?" I was uncertain if she was asking out of modesty, confusion, or if she simply wanted to hear someone talk dirty to her. Her lack of experience, even at her age made me think she was unsure of what was to happen next. She seemed to think this was a dream and she may wake up. "Have you," I said as I spun her to face me. "I'm going to lay you on your bed. I'm going to strip off your clothes. I'm going to put your legs over my shoulders and bury my face in what must be a very.