Terms that many contract signers couldn’t meet. As they fell behind, the payments barely covered the interest charges. Some lenders even issued more...loans to the poor mopes without their being aware of it. The vicious cycle became more vicious.May they fry in Hades.Autumn didn’t see any of this. She saw a confident man. Self-assured. Wealthy. She saw security. Daddy.Still looking down at the tablecloth, Autumn reached into her purse, slid a Number 10 envelope across to me. I brought it down to. "You didn't ask a direct question. She's splitting hairs. Or dumb. Do it like this:"What's your name?" Renee," she replied immediately. Unintentionally."Okay," said Sauce. "Well, I'm Sawyer, and this is Zack. He, um, he calls me Sauce. It's kinda a joke ... um, you can call me either one you want."She stared at him blankly. Why, she thought, would it matter?"Yeah..." he continued awkwardly. He pushed his bangs out from his right eye. "Well, we were talking and, um, wondering, I guess-" Sauce,. Mrs. Dass was in her club and was surprised to see her welcome me with a smile. She took the money and thanked me and offered me some coffee. I agreed and as we sipped coffee Mrs. Dass asked me about my family and also about my comfort working with her husband and their organization. This also gave me ample time to have a nice look at Mrs. Dass.She must have been in her Mid 30s, around 5.3 or 5.4, fair, very stylish and modern with a decent figure. She cloths revealed enough skin to make my. Couldn't she ever be polite? "Maybe if you'd stop jabbering on and just spit out your plan we could move forward."She slumped, the fire leaving her eyes. "You're right, this isn't about us. This isn't about what we want or like. This is about doing what we have to do to save the man we both love. We know how stubborn he is. He won't go into therapy, not even to save his life. We have to work around him and that leaves only one plan, as distasteful as it is, that has an almost perfect chance of.