And none of them have paid $15,000. They usually only give $5,000 per sample.” She was trying to reason and explain away her guilt. “But I’ve go... almost $100,000 in the bank.”“In the bank? They cut you a check?”“No cash.”“You’ve been depositing large amount of cash into your account?” I can’t believe how dumb she is. “What do you think the IRS is going to do when they see that?”“I’ll just have them tax it.”“That’s not entirely how it works. You don’t have a job. It doesn’t look good.” I can’t. She was the stereotypical bubble headed blonde, big breasts, blue eyes, cornsilk hair and not an original thought in her head. But what she made up for spades was her undying compassion and her talent for making feel better. She was a housewife but volunteered all around town, with the church, the soccer team, the PTA, town event planning, at the seniors center, food drives, bake sales, ad she even was part of the local community theatre. Call her stupid all you want, but everyone adored her. Underneath, she wore the demi bra and a pair of thong panties, also sheer. Of course, she had no plans at the moment to let him do anything more than maybe see them if she teased just right. A knock at the door brought her back to reality and she walked slowly to open it. She didnt want him to think she was too excited. He smiled as she opened the door and held out a bouquet of flowers. Fresh cut from the garden, he said with a smile. Well thank you, she said as she took them and placed them in. For a second, he gazed at her, his eyes sparking and with a mischievous expression on his face, then he shrugged, leaned over and opened the bottom left hand drawer of his desk, removing a heavy ledger-style book which Vicky recognised only too well. He laid it on the desk in front of him. “Miss Jenkins, after our last appointment I had hoped that you and I would be seeing rather less of each other in circumstances such as these. I have never believed that any person is beyond hope, but sadly.