I answered my own Smarter than Smart phone."Hello, Stone speaking," I suggested."Stone huh?" the slightly familiar female voice said in an almost humo...ous tone."Yeah, so? speak to me bitch." I was pretty sure no one involved in my business would use that tone with me. So I risked being flip with her."I was wondering what your plans were for tonight?" the voice asked."Actually I was planning to go out looking for trouble, so who the hell are you?" I asked."It's Edsel from Jennifer's law firm,". He must have watched me crying for a while. After some time I heard him putting the tapes away. He told me to stand up, which I did. I saw he had a camcorder on his desk. "Strip for me Kimberly." I glanced at the recorder. "YES, I'm going to be taping you, Kimberly, and NO, there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Now... take... off... your... clothes!" I wanted to cry again, but I was terrified, and I slipped my panties off my hips and onto the floor for him. It was by far the most. Marla went to the closet and grabbed a baseball cap for herself, purpleand white. What she plopped onto my head was a tiny orange cap with anarrow front brim. I felt foolish and even, well, effeminate. Ihesitated and Marla grabbed my upper arm, her fingers sinking into mysoft bare flesh and hurting me. She marched me to the front door andoutside. Just my luck, one of her female friends was driving by andstopped to say hello. I had to stand there in my shameful clothes whilethey gabbed. . I was 26 years old again, and didn't show quite the bulge in my stomach that I had back then, though I was by no means lean or muscular. "Wow!" was all I could say as I went back to Dave.I thought about it for a moment, deciding that wealth was definitely what I wanted. I didn't want to have to ever work again. I was about to wish that I could be rich enough that I wouldn't have to, then I started to think about what kind of trouble that would cause. Namely the IRS. How could I possibly.