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She had been a little confused when her boss had denied ordering any stationery, but had quickly dismissed the incident as trivial.s branch of the First National bank and make the deposit.
With luck, the busy cashier would have no reason to notice that the signature was of one of their lady customers, not of the large rastsa who was presenting the payment, and the dirty money would be in Pete and Sarah Later that day, Winston walked into the bar that Pete used every evening on his way home from work.
She smiled again at the way her life had settled into the routine that she wanted ( adoring husband with a good job who pandered to her every need) as she made the final turn into the street in which she worked, passing the busy street caf where executives stoked up on designer coffees before facing the corporate day.
She noticed the big black man with the shaved head watching her-at least she fancied he was watching her, but it was hard to tell behind those designer shades.
He was dressed to blend in, so was barely recognisable as the sharp suited cool brother from the street caf who treated bling as if it was tastefully designed with him in mind .
It was important that Pete assumed he was just another dude grabbing a beer on his way home from work when he engaged him in casual conversation.
Normally, Winston would have sat on the cash until Kenny was out, but now he had a much better use for it.
He filled in the credit slip to the value of ,000, and carefully copied Sarahs signature from the delivery slip she had unwittingly signed for Leroy as he had delivered the stationery later yesterday morning.
Her breasts bounced ever so slightly under the satin camisole that she wore this morning.
He had made his mind up the first time she had teased him with her pale skin and Caucasian breasts, he would teach her just how superior he was to her in every respect.
Sarah was going to learn to worship black meat, not treat it with disdain.
Sarah continued to reflect on the fact that she always dressed to please; both herself and her admirers; and yet her husband Pete constantly complained that she had a very low libido, and wished dearly that her sexuality would match her looks. Sure, she enjoyed the sex she allowed Pete a couple of times a week if he was lucky, but she could take it or leave it, and was at a loss to understand why he always wanted more from her.
It had been quite a problem in the early years, but Pete had grown into acceptance now, contenting himself with the fact that he had a beautiful wife, who loved him very much.
He had one of the brothers follow her to work the second time he had noticed her.