impatiently as it rang at least seven times before anyone answered.
"Hi, this is Cynthia. May I help you?" a cheerful female voice said.
"I am answering your text s."
"Mr Tongue?" she asked.
"Yes. "
"I would like to hire the services of you r tongue for a party, that I am having Friday night," she said.
"What kind of party?" he asked as his curiosity began to grow.
"It is a bachelorette party for my best friend. She is getting married on Saturday. I want her and the other guests to have a really good time. I realize this is a lot to ask. How much would you charge me?"
Scratching his chin, he asked, "How many women will be there? How many hours is this party going to last?"
"Including the bride, myself and the other guests, there will be twenty. The party will be from 8 pm until everyone gets tired ," she said.
He wonder ed, will I be able to take on that many women in one night? I guess the worst that could happen would be for me to die, co ming and going at the same time.
"Are you still there?" Cynthia said.
"Yes. My fee is normally $250 per woman. Since this is a large group, I will give you a 20% discount. How does $ 4,000 sound?"
"That's a fair price as long as …i t's anything goes. You do whatever my guests ask you to do ."
Matthew said, "Ok, that's fair. Give me the address ."
Jotting down the info, he promised to be there, no later than 9 pm on Friday. Hanging up the phone, he had a huge grin on his face. Not only would it be a memorable experience, if he lived thr o u gh it , it would help take a huge bite out of his debt . Checking his watch, he saw that he only had twenty minutes left to get some lunch , deciding to go to a drive-thru fast food restaurant. He gobbled down a burger and fries on the way back to the office .
Most days he stayed at work twelve to fifteen hours a day so he had several days of work to catch up on . He needed to get a lot of work done, so he could take Friday evening off. Turning his cell phone off, he worked continuously the rest of the day , not going home until midnight , deciding to give his body time to recover from the past two nights of fun .
Sleeping like a rock, h e got up Thursday mo rning, in a chipper mood, looking forward to the following night. He had two court appearances that day. Surprisingly, both went smoothly. He managed to get caught up on all of his work by late afternoon so he left the office . Then he went to the ban k and deposited his extra cash.
Not in the mood to fight with his ex-wife, he dropped her alimony check in the mailbox outside the post office. His heart skipped a beat, when he started to get back into his car. In the vehicle parked next to his, Sasha sat in the passenger seat. He recognized the driver as one of the judges that heard his cases on a regular basis. He could see the wedding ring on Sasha 's hand.
Oh shit. If he finds out what I did with his wife he will make my life in court a living hell.
Looking over, t he judge recognized him and rolled his window down, "Good afternoon, Matthew. No court appearances today?"
Swallowing, Matt croaked, "Hello, How are you? I had t wo court cases earlier, today,"
The judge said, "I'm great. I just got back from a business trip so I am taking my wife out to dinner and the opera."
Then he proceeded to introduce them. Matthew wondered if Sasha would tell her husband that they all ready knew each other , but then she said, "Hi, nice to meet you, Matthew."
When her husband turned his face away from her, to say that they had to get going, Sasha winked. He waved at them as they drove off, then he sunk down into his car seat and let out a sigh of relief . His career had literally flashed before his eyes. It had never occurred to him, that Sasha might be married to someone important. Now she knew his identity. He would have to be more careful with future clients.
The rest of the day went by quickly. He even managed to go to bed early by not turning on his computer or TV that evening,
"Hi, this is Cynthia. May I help you?" a cheerful female voice said.
"I am answering your text s."
"Mr Tongue?" she asked.
"Yes. "
"I would like to hire the services of you r tongue for a party, that I am having Friday night," she said.
"What kind of party?" he asked as his curiosity began to grow.
"It is a bachelorette party for my best friend. She is getting married on Saturday. I want her and the other guests to have a really good time. I realize this is a lot to ask. How much would you charge me?"
Scratching his chin, he asked, "How many women will be there? How many hours is this party going to last?"
"Including the bride, myself and the other guests, there will be twenty. The party will be from 8 pm until everyone gets tired ," she said.
He wonder ed, will I be able to take on that many women in one night? I guess the worst that could happen would be for me to die, co ming and going at the same time.
"Are you still there?" Cynthia said.
"Yes. My fee is normally $250 per woman. Since this is a large group, I will give you a 20% discount. How does $ 4,000 sound?"
"That's a fair price as long as …i t's anything goes. You do whatever my guests ask you to do ."
Matthew said, "Ok, that's fair. Give me the address ."
Jotting down the info, he promised to be there, no later than 9 pm on Friday. Hanging up the phone, he had a huge grin on his face. Not only would it be a memorable experience, if he lived thr o u gh it , it would help take a huge bite out of his debt . Checking his watch, he saw that he only had twenty minutes left to get some lunch , deciding to go to a drive-thru fast food restaurant. He gobbled down a burger and fries on the way back to the office .
Most days he stayed at work twelve to fifteen hours a day so he had several days of work to catch up on . He needed to get a lot of work done, so he could take Friday evening off. Turning his cell phone off, he worked continuously the rest of the day , not going home until midnight , deciding to give his body time to recover from the past two nights of fun .
Sleeping like a rock, h e got up Thursday mo rning, in a chipper mood, looking forward to the following night. He had two court appearances that day. Surprisingly, both went smoothly. He managed to get caught up on all of his work by late afternoon so he left the office . Then he went to the ban k and deposited his extra cash.
Not in the mood to fight with his ex-wife, he dropped her alimony check in the mailbox outside the post office. His heart skipped a beat, when he started to get back into his car. In the vehicle parked next to his, Sasha sat in the passenger seat. He recognized the driver as one of the judges that heard his cases on a regular basis. He could see the wedding ring on Sasha 's hand.
Oh shit. If he finds out what I did with his wife he will make my life in court a living hell.
Looking over, t he judge recognized him and rolled his window down, "Good afternoon, Matthew. No court appearances today?"
Swallowing, Matt croaked, "Hello, How are you? I had t wo court cases earlier, today,"
The judge said, "I'm great. I just got back from a business trip so I am taking my wife out to dinner and the opera."
Then he proceeded to introduce them. Matthew wondered if Sasha would tell her husband that they all ready knew each other , but then she said, "Hi, nice to meet you, Matthew."
When her husband turned his face away from her, to say that they had to get going, Sasha winked. He waved at them as they drove off, then he sunk down into his car seat and let out a sigh of relief . His career had literally flashed before his eyes. It had never occurred to him, that Sasha might be married to someone important. Now she knew his identity. He would have to be more careful with future clients.
The rest of the day went by quickly. He even managed to go to bed early by not turning on his computer or TV that evening,
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