Interesting." Ohhhh, how could you?" Her voice was rimmed with hatred. "HOW COULD YOU?" How could I?" Jason smiled. "It was really quite simple, my de...r girl. You are sexually inclined by nature and that enviable virtue combined with your almost unbelievable naivete... well, suffice to say, it was a simple task to convince your subconscious mind that it was a devoted lover between your legs." How could you do such an awful thing?" Carolyn whispered hoarsely."Me?" Jason laughed. "You were the. The shirt and tight shorts he was wearing showed dark patches as evidence of his workout.His smile told me he had recognized me. “Bob! How are you doing?” he cheered and stepped over to squeeze me in a manly hug.He had caught me as I was changing into my gym outfit, so all I had on were a T-shirt and my underpants. I didn’t mind him being sweaty, and returned his embrace as I answered: “Dave … what a nice surprise! It’s good to see you.”Neither of us seemed in a hurry to part, so I lingered in. They are waiting to put me in a home and sell off my house. My friends and I are old farts. Silly fools, let them believe it. Four of us, we used to work together, tough manual work so we are strong and fit, even though we have been put out to grass.We are playing cards and shooting the breeze, I have converted part of my garage into a den.I phone up my whore. "Get here in fifteen minutes."I know she has been waiting for my call,probably sitting in her car round the corner so she will be on. White collar creative accounting crime and excessive laundering of money to tax havens offshore sounds like the sort of unacceptable societal transgression that most of us initially think, well fuck the tax department, they are screwing the rest of us anyway; so cheers to anyone with the balls to try to stay one step ahead of them. However, when it turns nasty and those internal revenue bloodhounds scent millions not helping the government keep pace with health, welfare and their own tax.