.. I'm sorry," Jennifer said, almost crying. "Oh you're sorry, the bitch is sorry," Tina spouted in anger, grabbing Jennifer's arm and squeezing it ha...d. "You know I could just fire your ass, but then that would be to easy. No, you want to be a slut, we'll make you a slut," Tina yelled, yanking Jennifer up to a sitting position. Jennifer looked at Tina in fear, wondering what Tina had planned. She watched Tina reach into the cabinet, and heard the chains clinging together. Jennifer's fear. “How much was the total income of the two of you last year?”“I don’t know. Stu did the taxes. I told you that.”“He wrote it. Did you read it?”“Why no.” She trusted Stu. Besides, she’d been busy.“Did you sign it?”“Sure.” If anyone knew about taxes, Karen did. Jessie couldn’t figure out why she didn’t know that you had to sign the return.“Jessie, here.” Karen was in a typing chair, and she rolled over to a file cabinet and pulled out a blank 1040. “Read the words right over the signature line.. Them and anyone else who might venture to spend an hour, a night or some period of time checked into my new motel.I got all of the necessary surveillance equipment installed so there was no way anyone could be the wiser than every move they made in and out of bed could be seen. I fixed up not only a way of watching people in the rooms from the front office but also from my own living quarters which were located on the second floor above where the office was situated. That way, I could turn on. But alternatively, when online I’m a champion, perhaps, and not afraid to say anything straightforward and direct. ‘Hey! Wanna meet for sex?’ Oh, sure, on the Internet I can say that without even a shudder. However, in real life I’d be scared to ask a cute woman the mere time of day. So then, alas, here we are and something within me is ticking. I don’t thoroughly recognize it. I’m not really sure what it is, but it’s making me strangely impatient, a tad bit foolish, and yeah, kind of romantic..