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My family was already looking for me and I said I went to the orchestra. They seemed convinced and we headed back home. As soon as Corrine left for the beer run, Bill ate a couple of bites of leftovers standing in front of the open door, got himself a cold beer, and opened the briefcase on the work table in their home office. He liked working with money. The power of it, what it looked like, and the feeling he got when he held it in his hand. In the case, he was looking at bundles of bills ranging in value between 100 and 1 with each different denomination wrapped in a different colored paper band. Straps of 100 dollar bills were on top and the pictures of Benjamin Franklin seemed to be smiling smugly at him like a row of tellers greeting him at a bank. All together he was looking at almost 75 pounds of US currency worth about 1 million dollars. It was right there in front of him. He reached out and picked up a bundle of 100s, fanned his cheek with it, picked up another, putting each bundle on top of the table. He inhaled. It even smelled good. He took one of each color and arranged them on top of the desk into a colorful display. After a final look, he put the bills back in the case, locked it, and slid it under the desk where he normally kept it. He would take the money to the vault first thing tomorrow. With the confrontation fresh in her mind and without any time for coming back down following her orgasm, Corrine was still a nervous wreck when she got back to their house. She put the 12 pack of ale in the refrigerator and started making their dinner to keep her anxiety at a tolerable level. Cory was glad that Bill seemed to just want to eat and not engage in any small talk. With dinner finished, Bill got himself a fresh beer and went to the den to watch the news. On Thursdays it wasn’t unusual for Bill to fall asleep in the oversized soft brown leather chair in the den after supper and stay there until almost time to get ready for work the next day. Corrine needed to think about how to neutralize George. She turned the thermostat up just a little and kept Bill well supplied with beer. By 830 Bill’s eyes were spending more time closed than open and he was well underway to falling asleep. Cory wanted to help him along. She sat down next to him and started rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders, and as his eyes closed she rubbed his eyelids coaxing them to stay closed. By 945 his breaths were coming at a steady rate and he was soundly sleeping. She turned the sound down and went to the home office. The possibility that George might hurt Bill continued to worry Cory. She sat for a long time and finally made peace with the possibility that Bill might stop loving her. If she had finally fucked up the most positive thing in her life so be it. But she was not going to let George hurt Bill. That was not something she would allow as long as there was one breath of life left in her. Two months later Cory picked up George, they drove to the airport, caught an international flight to Lima, Peru, and then travelled on a domestic flight to Pisco. From the time they landed in Peru, George was prancing like a hot shot jet setting man of the world. Cory hadn’t worked out all the details, but she did have one objective for the trip. Bill got home from work at his usual time. That’s unusual.
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