Let me explain. My husband died in the last year. Do you understand about South American men and their wives? He loved me completely, I never doubted ...t. But, business was his and I … well, I was supposed to enjoy his wealth. I am 56 years old and I never accomplished anything on my own. I have all this money … the number seems unbelievable to me but it is real. I never worried about those things, I just did what he wanted … I enjoyed it. I have had my own fantasies and desires that have gone. And two, I…well… as you probably know Mr Curtis folk around here say you are a very hard man and drink a lot and have something of a reputation as being… um… very attractive to ladies.’ ‘Well I’m more interested in what you think of me as a prospective employer Isobel.’ ‘If you promise me you won’t regard me as a sex object Mr Curtis I’d willingly work with you.’ ‘For me,’ corrected Matt. ‘With you,’ replied Isobel, defiantly. ‘As you wish. As to your other concerns, no trial, so accept or. This was surely her declaration to get both of them in better shape; he could imagine and was only hissing the curses to himself but also being kind of appreciative for her this necessary step although he was most openly mourning about his sleep of the early morning hours. It was his birthday as well today but who the fuck was remembering it with the kind of events happening right then and there.He stretched a bit to wake up and loosen his body for walking or jogging, as he followed Julia up. Most of them have never had such good fortune. They tell me all the time that if they could do that then my debt would be forgiven.”Courtney was surprised and pleased. She hadn’t realized that there was more to fuckinAAg him than just the simple pleasure of being with a nice man. Ethnic difference hadn’t even occurred to her.She asked, “How many men do you owe money to?”“Five. Some more than others,” was the answer.“How old are they?” she queried, getting even more intrigued.“From twenty to.