She declined, but just as the hostess was seating me, I saw her come through the door. Her nails raked my back, through my shirt. She never took her eyes from mine as she wiped her cunt, “My God, Don. J.L. I met J.L., fell in love with the, proverbial, rich guy and started my career as caretaker for a sick man. Again, everything went smoothly. Since they told me he died, I sniffed and sniveled a few times, but that’s the first good cry I’ve had. It cost me my marriage and custody of my girls. We kissed each other constantly as we made love; until I heard her deep gasps, “Oh my God, Oooo my Godddd… Gnhhhuhhh, oooo SHIT! That was the very moment I realized just how, fucking, lucky J.L. What did you do to me? J.L. I opened my laptop, pulled up my three bank accounts and showed her where my eighteen million lottery dollars were deposited, “You, my dear Poblano, are the only one besides my bankers, and CPA, who know about
