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incredibly happy. Since I met you I neverhesitated and never had any doubts! You are such an amazing husband. Baby, you are my dream. I promise to love you now, always and 4ever. —Dalia.
    On the opposite page, a postscript read:

    With you everything has always felt right!

    And from what he says, the sex was mind-blowing. She was extremely experienced, and she had a kinky, masochistic side that Mike was hesitant about at first. Here’s Mike:
We’d have sex all day sometimes. All day, all night. I’d have to go to a meeting, and we’d fuck for a couple of extra hours. A couple of times, she was like, “Choke me.” That’s not my thing, but I’d start choking her, and she’d be like, “Harder!” One time I was choking her so fucking hard, I was really squeezing the shit out of her, and the funny thing was, she liked it more! And then she said, “Hit me,” so I cracked her with an open hand. The funny part was, she loved it, and I still didn’t do enough. I’m not nasty like that, but, I’m telling you: I could have gone ten times further.
    “If any of that was real,” adds Mike, “I had everything I wanted.” (Except his freedom, since he was on probation until 2032.)
    Before the marriage, Dalia brought a complaint to Mike: that endless probation he’d been saddled with through bad lawyering and epic inattention was going to wreak havoc on their impending marriage. They couldn’t travel, they had to hide their money—it was annoying and invasive. She had already seen him go back to his original lawyer to explore the possibility of a settlement, only to be blown off. They drove all the way down to Miami when Mike wasn’t even supposed to leave the county, and the guy canceled on them at the last second. A second lawyer took a $500 retainer and burned up six months without accomplishing anything. Why didn’t they just fix it? How much would it take to get the government out of his hair for good? Over time, he’d managed to whittle the $219,000 down to $191,000. Daliatold him if he could come up with $100,000, she would put in $91,000, and they could be rid of this problem forever. She had her own money saved from her escort work and the girls she booked. They were going to be married and own a house together (even if he paid for it and added her name to the deed days later). They’d work it out in the long run.
    Mike was overwhelmed by her offer. They had initially vowed to keep their finances separate in case things got messy. The fact that she cared enough to take on this shared sacrifice—and that he had spotted this quality in her when others clearly had not—just made him fall in love with her all over again. It restored his faith in people, and cracked his shell a little bit. Probation, and the restitution that enforced it, was the solitary bane of his existence—something he would be shackled to until he was well past retirement age—and suddenly it could all just disappear, shaken off like a bad dream. His mind was flooded with possibilities about almost everything, all those options he hadn’t dared to think about for years because they’d tear him apart.
    Dalia told Mike to make out checks to her in small amounts—between $6,000 and $8,000—small enough so that it wouldn’t attract the attention of the courts or the IRS. In addition to full restitution, there was also a civil lien against him on behalf of the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, and they had already seized a $25,000 IRS refund. Of course, the beneficiaries of the CFTC lien were the same fourteen victims who presumably were to be made whole again through full restitution. Why they should want to hunt him down for money he was trying to pay them back anyway was beyond him. Still, he had managed to squirrel away close to a quarter of a million dollars, which he kept in cash and locked in a safety deposit box, far from the prying eyes of bank examiners or forensic accountants. This was at a time when the financial