" She took me by the hand and led me around the gallery, it was full of those types of people I hate but there were some rather nice women here. Troph... wives in the arms of older gentlemen, always happy to show off the best bodies money can buy. It all smelled of money, fakery, and privilege. One of the women stepped out from the crowd, she had a lovely red velvet gown on that hugged her figure perfectly. It had a low-neck line that gave a nice few of her cleavage and the hem of the gown almost. When we left the school, we drove down to the Hospital at Abbottsville to see the driver of the car. We explained to him about how much shit he was in. Thorn was very nervous, when he called his wife to tell her he was going to be working late.I talked to him while Thorn was on the phone. "You see the biggie is statutory rape. Then insurance fraud, you know that bullshit story you told us, so you could get your leg fixed on the insurance company's dime. You know what got you caught?" I. The bank was in the process of reorganizing their foreign exchange operations, automating everything so that there were fewer and fewer direct contacts between the bank and their customers. It seemed counter intuitive to me that less service would somehow produce happier clients. The IT guys had installed all the servers and cables and our online operation was set to begin. In theory, a client could now log on to the bank's website, exchange two or more currencies, and direct a transfer of. She was already a billionaire so I didn’t push the issue. The arguments about using them had gone on months until I prevailed – I think. I wasn’t sure whose money KC had used to buy her souvenirs for her sisters. She knew I hoped she’d use my cards and money, but I had a feeling she had used her own. From the designer scarves, berets, tops, and designer t-shirts, I guessed that she had gone well over two thousand dollars, and that might be low by a factor of three. I didn’t dare ask without.