On Friday morning, as Portia drove south on Pulaski Avenue toward the car dealership where she worked, her cellular phone rang. She recognized Richard’s work number. Portia wasn’t especially happy to speak with him. Because of Richard’s lack of funds, Portia hadn’t been able to keep up with her hair and nail appointments. She answered the phone with an attitude. “Richard, if you don’t have any money for me, I don’t wanna talk to you.” “And a good morning to you too. I see you’re in a great mood.” Portia wasn’t in the mood for small talk. “Whatever. I need my hair and nails done, Richard. You and I had an agreement that you would keep an allowance coming my way. And considering how much time you spend in my bed, you should add the cost of a full-body massage to the amount of money you give me.” Richard sighed. “Look, Portia, I think Tamara is starting to suspect something. We have joint checking and savings accounts and she’s asking questions about large sums of money being withdrawn.
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