"She probably quit the bank and went into securities sales where she could be paid on commission," Sandy guessed.

"Exactly, and she's breaking all sales records at E.J. Bradford. I know, I run the back office and my crew processes all the paperwork. The hottest stockbroker they've ever had. One of the top producers in the southeast."

"Next she'll take over her boss's job."

"She doesn't want his job, she makes double his pay already and next year it'll be triple. Her dream is to start her own brokerage business and to buy her clothes in Milan."

"That explains the upscale outfit she was wearing."

"You should see the list of high-powered names she does business with...people you see interviewed on news shows. She flies around the country meeting securities analysts and giving speeches. Her condo apartment is incredible. I'm just not in her league."

"Geez, perhaps someone should explain that to her."

He continued with the bizarre story leading up to his arrest. She interrupted occasionally to get the spelling of a place or name. While the narrative went on, and his sister made notes, he noticed that all the other visitors and the young officer had left. Visiting hours were over. Sergeant Lewis remained, evidently permitting them to stay.

When he finished she said, "Self-confidence is one thing but wearing a thong at seventy? Obviously, she set you up. Loraine's a bad, bad girl, and she's used you. I know something about users. Still I don't get why she came up with the rape or the Barner shooting. You said you didn't have sex with her Saturday morning at the motel. Did she come on to you at all?"

"Does lying naked on the bed with her legs spread count?"

"Then forget about her being the one who was just raped. Unless she's an inflatable doll or a sicko, she's not going to be eager for sex so soon. For some reason, she actually did want to have sex with you again, probably to tie you closer. Anyway, she read you like a book, apparently an easy thing to do in your case. I'm beginning to doubt your judgment when it comes to women. I remember your ex-wife was a doozy too. You married the first girl who was nice to you, didn't you? Mom told me she wrote on her body?"

"I didn't know mom knew about that."

"On her body, you mean like on her hand?"

"No, on her breasts and stomach. Can we talk about it later?"

"You mean sexy words like, come and get it?"

"No, bizarre symbols. I'm not sure. I never got that close. Never got to see the boob job I paid for either."




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