Her first impression about Tom had been correct. Actually, it hadn't been enough. If she had been really sensitive, if she hadn't buried her instincts in her happiness over seeing Rita again, she would have known or suspected that Tom Nelson was a vile human being who would sell out his own mother if the price was right. In fact, he would probably be out peddling her.

Tom Nelson was blackmailing Nancy.

To Nancy, Tom Nelson was scum, a man who would use and betray a friendship, an unbelievably evil and weak man who would do anything to gain an advantage… even sell his own wife's body.

Rita.

Rita Nelson, vivacious and possessed of a wild, sensuously wanton figure that was second only to Nancy's proudly upthrust breasts, supple waist, and smoothly undulating hips. Rita was now no better than a whore, doing her husband's bidding. Tom, starting his own public relations firm in Chicago, was a success, off to a flying start.

Grimacing, Nancy poured herself another drink and gulped it down. Immediately, she half filled the glass then decided she'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. She found her walk was getting loose and easy, the alcohol already beginning to take effect. She pulled the blinds closed as she ambled from room to room. If, later, she drank too much and started wandering around, she didn't want old Mrs. Hunter seeing her. She didn't want anyone seeing her.

Tom Nelson had a flock of clients using his services and proudly showed Nancy a big write-up he got in a trade paper: YOUNG REP STREAKS FOR TOP.

She had felt a surge of nausea as she read the article. It was true he was successful… it was true he had many clients… but that was all that was true about the article. The truth was… Tom Nelson was selling his wife's body for his own gain and profit. Rita was nothing more than a common prostitute. Madly in love with Tom, she did whatever he asked of her, even down to recruiting and betraying old friends.