"Hi, Judy," Bill said. "It's been a few weeks. How are you getting along now?"

"That's what I've come to talk to you about," Judy answered.

"I see," Bill said.

Bill looked at her like a cat looking at a mouse as she sat down in a chair and crossed her silken knees. She still didn't like the way Bill looked at her, that she was desperate. She needed some kind of job and Bill could help her. She was sure of that.

"I guess the money is almost gone," Bill said.

"It is gone," she said.

Bill shook his head sadly. "You just couldn't tell Ron about money. He had to do things his own way all the time. He's left you pretty seriously in debt."

"Yes."

"I see. And now you want me to help you?"

"I thought you could give me some sort of job," Judy said.

"What can you do?" Bill asked. "Do you type or take shorthand? Are you good with numbers?"

"No," she admitted.

"What have you done? Any work experience?"

"Nothing," she admitted. "I've never done anything but be a good wife for Ron."

"I'm sure you were very good at that," Bill said. "You have all the right qualifications. However, I already have a wife and I don't know of anyone else who's interested."

"I didn't come here to get married," she said. "I need a job working somewhere. Everybody wants money and I don't have any. I don't know what to do."

She had the feeling that Bill was going to turn her head and she didn't know what to do. She could always go home and move in with her mother. But her home life had never been good. Her stepfather also had roaming eyes. He had gotten her alone a couple of times. He had practically mauled her tits one day, and she had been so frightened that she had never told her mother.