I'm sure I could research the tax laws as they relate to..." Pauline was laughing. "What?" he asked, angrily."I'm sorry, Jake," she said. "But would y...u recognize a forged accounting sheet if I showed you one? Would you recognize fake wire transfer receipts?" Well... probably not," he admitted."And as for managing your own money..." She laughed again. "I'm sorry, but that's just hysterical." What's so fuckin' funny about it?" he asked."Jake," she said. "You have pulled in just over a million. Are you going to some tropical paradise to spend your ill-gotten gains or will you give it back in a flush of charitable repentance?”Alice heard Morton arguing back with her, something about not caring what happened or where the money was or something strange. The words were garbled and even his voice was slurred almost like he was drunk. Alice slowly closed her eyes but kept trying to listen to his voice that kept getting further and further away.Alice felt all warm and safe. She was in. Luckily, they hadn't locked it, so I ran inside and closed the door behind me.I was now standing with my back to the boys. I placed my left arm over my breasts and my right hand over my pussy and turned around to face them. When I saw them, I could see that the seven boys from my class had already put their clothes on, and it seemed they had been waiting for me. Strangely enough, even when I didn't want them to see me, seeing them all look at me, was getting to me. I could feel that I was. .. this is just amazing!”“About a hundred years ago,” Karl explained, grinning with pride, “these trees were little more than saplings, and a landslide almost took them off the face altogether, but they were rooted just deep enough that they ended up sticking out sideways like this. They continued to grow, and now you have this. I had an arborist check them out before I built...”“I should think so,” Pete interjected. Every treehouse depended on its tree, but if one of these uprooted, it was a.