Good.I lied, “I know what’s going on. Tell me what you know, don’t leave anyone out. Talk first. While you still can.”Fortunately, people watc... a lot of television and think they know about plea bargains, prosecuting attorneys. Grand juries. Jail. They don’t, not usually.It came gushing out. One woman, Bonnie Hendricks, in Accounting. She diverted an occasional customer check into a private account in a different bank. Hendricks did this only when the excess from the fake inventory had created. An alternative would be a live-in position, like a nanny. Yes, that would work well!The newspaper classified had only one job listed for a Nanny. It was a live-in position and involved looking after the needs of seven year old twin girls. It certainly sounded good to her. The charges would be old enough to use logic and young enough not to push the envelope too hard. She called the number and was told to be at their house for an early afternoon interview.The house was huge. In fact, it was. As the evening wore on, and after a glass or two of wine, the idea of subjecting myself to his "theater scenario", seemed more and more erotic – I mean, the idea of being restrained in my theater seat, and probably exposed to a group of strangers (remember, hubby never said exactly what was in store for me after zip-tying my wrists) was rather titillating. I finally resolved to accept hubby's wager, but I thought I'd bump the bet a little."I'll take your bet." I told him, "But if you win, and I. Often I saw him sitting in his shop reading hot magazines and eye catching the woman passing through. I started finding the place so that I can see inside. I reached to side window of drawing room and try to peep inside through the slit of curtains.I was in position to see sitting area of my drawing room and hear the voices inside. Their conversation: My wife -Shauket aar Shabnam didi kab tak aa rahi hai. Shauket -Sunday tak, Bhabhi agar aap ko dar lag raha ho to hum yhin so jate hai aap apne.