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this?”
    “Hmm, possession is nine-tenths of the law, so I would say it’s yours.”
    “And I’m supposed to believe that?”
    “Yes, Vicki.  Look how old it is.  This house has been home to many families and it probably didn’t belong to any one of them.  Maybe it was left behind by a gangster couple, you know, like Bonnie and Clyde.”
    Vicki looked at some of the money more closely.  It was fragile and the scent of money had been replaced by the pungent aroma of dust.  “It is pretty old.  How much is here?”
    Wilson stacked the cash into neat piles.  “I’d say close to a million.”  Vicki could only imagine having a million dollars.  “If I were you, I would put it in a safe place, especially with your ex-husband hanging around.”
    “He’s not hanging around, but you’re probably right about putting the money in a safe place.  There’s a cabinet in my bedroom closet.”
    Wilson piled the stacks of cash into a laundry basket and carried it up the stairs.  When Vicki opened the closet door, she felt sick about the deed of sale she had found there earlier.
    “What’s the hold up, Vicki?”
    She turned around.  “Oh, nothing.  There’s not much in the closet.”  She took the basket from him and set it down inside the closet, sliding the door closed.
    The following week was a long one for Vicki.  The days seemed never ending at her dead end job and she couldn’t wait to get home at night to see Wilson.  She knew he was bored at home all day, though he tried to keep it from her.  He cooked for her and they dined by candlelight at his tiny kitchen table, but it was the nights that Vicki looked forward to the most.  Careful of Wilson’s wrapped hand, she convinced him that he should not do a thing and let her take charge.  She couldn’t get enough of him.  Kissing him for hours led to overpowering lovemaking that lasted until the wee hours of the morning.  They didn’t discuss the money they had found.  They had made a pledge to each other not to speak of it for a week, when Wilson’s bandages came off, but they both thought about it.  It was all that Vicki could think about during her days at work and she knew that the large sum of money had to be on Wilson’s mind too.  A million dollars was difficult to ignore.
    Vicki took Friday afternoon off from work so that she could take Wilson to get his stitches removed, and it was at that time when they once again spoke of the wealth that sat idle inside her closet.
    “Are we paying cash?”  Wilson tried to lighten the somber mood.
    “I don’t think we have a choice.”
    The two of them felt like outlaws when they deposited one stack of the bills into Wilson’s account at the bank, hoping that the carefully stashed piles weren’t counterfeit.  But it would seem suspicious taking a wad of cash into the doctor’s office.  They left the bank, still fearful that they had done something illegal, paid Wilson’s medical bills, and returned to the neighborhood with Wilson’s stitches removed and his hand moving freely.
    “This calls for a celebration!”  Wilson uncorked a bottle of wine he had chilling for this very night while Vicki tried to prove to her lover that she wasn’t entirely devoid of culinary skills.  Steak and wine was perfect to begin a new weekend for the couple, but neither could wait to share another night together.
    Vicki was a little buzzed when Wilson carried her up the stairs to his bed.  “Aren’t we going to my place?”
    “Tonight you will share my bed,” he replied.
    Where she spent the night mattered little to Vicki.  All she wanted was to share her nights with Wilson.  In his arms she felt as though she could do anything.  He kissed her ever so lightly before laying her down upon his bed.  She reached for him, but he stood by the side of the bed and undressed while she watched his every seductive mood.  He was hard and Vicki stared at the prize that she had in some strange way won.  He