girl in the school, and Cindy—she’s not exactly the princess type.”
“You mean she’s a dog?”
“Yeah.”
Bubba nodded. “But she does have big breasts, and those babies go a long way with half the votes in the school.” He glanced at his blank screen. “She’s always been one of my favorites.” He seemed to think that was funny, smiling to himself. “What can I do for you, Ms. President?”
“I have a small problem. I’ve been told you might be able to help me with it.”
He leaned back in his seat, apparently satisfied that it was his reputation that had brought her to him. “Is it a financial or a sexual problem?” he asked.
“You have a lot of nerve.”
“I also have a big bank account, and a huge—Well, let’s just say I am willing and able to help in either department.”
“It’s a financial problem.”
“A pity.”
“I need three grand, and I need it by next week.”
“Why?”
“There’ll be no homecoming unless I get it.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? I need it to pay for everything.”
“Have you already spent the money from the car raffle?”
“No, not exactly.”
“What happened to the money? Did you lose it?”
“I—yeah, I did.”
“How did you lose it?”
“What difference does it make? I lost it!”
“If you lost it on a guy, then I would have to say you have both a sexual and a financial problem. I like to know what I’m dealing with before I invest my time.” He picked up a pen. “Are you going out with Russ Desmond?”
“What business is it of yours? No, I am not going out with him. Look, can you help me or not? Because if you can’t, I haven’t eaten lunch yet.”
“Where would you like to go for lunch?”
“What?”
“I’ll buy you lunch. Where would you like to eat?”
She stood. “Nowhere. Thanks for your time.”
She was at the door when Bubba stopped her with the line, “I can get you the money, maybe.”
“How?”
“Come back here and sit down.” She did as she was told. He put aside his pen, leaned toward her, studying her face. “You’re cute, Sara.”
“How?” she repeated.
He shrugged. “Does it matter? You should be asking what it’s going to cost you.”
“What is it going to cost me?”
“Sex.”
She chuckled in disbelief. “What?”
“Sex.”
“Are you crazy? Are you saying you’ll pay me three grand for my body?”
He sat back, shook his head. “No offense meant, but I would have to be crazy to spend that much money to sleep with you, or any girl for that matter. No, I said I can get you the money. I didn’t say I would give it to you.”
“Where are you going to get it? From your own account?”
“No, most of my money is tied up.” He thought a moment. “How much do you have left?”
“A grand.”
He considered again. “Can you get to that money this afternoon?”
“Not without Bill Skater’s counter-signature on a check.”
“Do you have a copy of something Bill has signed?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you can fake his signature.”
“No, I’m not that desperate. I see what you’re driving at. You want me to turn over the thousand to you.”
“You are that desperate or you wouldn’t be here. And, yes, I’ll need what you have.”
“No way. What are you going to do with it?”
“Invest it.”
“Can you invest money and get that big a profit that quickly?”
“In the commodities market, you can lay out a hundred dollars today and have five hundred tomorrow.”
“But I’ve heard investing in commodities is the same as rolling dice.”
“Not if you know what you’re doing. But I only mentioned commodities as an example. I haven’t decided exactly what I will do with the grand. I’ll have to think about it.”
She shook her head. “This sounds pretty thin to me. I told you, I need this money within a few days. If you’re not willing to get it out of your personal investments, then I can’t take you seriously.”
He was amused. “I notice you
“You mean she’s a dog?”
“Yeah.”
Bubba nodded. “But she does have big breasts, and those babies go a long way with half the votes in the school.” He glanced at his blank screen. “She’s always been one of my favorites.” He seemed to think that was funny, smiling to himself. “What can I do for you, Ms. President?”
“I have a small problem. I’ve been told you might be able to help me with it.”
He leaned back in his seat, apparently satisfied that it was his reputation that had brought her to him. “Is it a financial or a sexual problem?” he asked.
“You have a lot of nerve.”
“I also have a big bank account, and a huge—Well, let’s just say I am willing and able to help in either department.”
“It’s a financial problem.”
“A pity.”
“I need three grand, and I need it by next week.”
“Why?”
“There’ll be no homecoming unless I get it.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? I need it to pay for everything.”
“Have you already spent the money from the car raffle?”
“No, not exactly.”
“What happened to the money? Did you lose it?”
“I—yeah, I did.”
“How did you lose it?”
“What difference does it make? I lost it!”
“If you lost it on a guy, then I would have to say you have both a sexual and a financial problem. I like to know what I’m dealing with before I invest my time.” He picked up a pen. “Are you going out with Russ Desmond?”
“What business is it of yours? No, I am not going out with him. Look, can you help me or not? Because if you can’t, I haven’t eaten lunch yet.”
“Where would you like to go for lunch?”
“What?”
“I’ll buy you lunch. Where would you like to eat?”
She stood. “Nowhere. Thanks for your time.”
She was at the door when Bubba stopped her with the line, “I can get you the money, maybe.”
“How?”
“Come back here and sit down.” She did as she was told. He put aside his pen, leaned toward her, studying her face. “You’re cute, Sara.”
“How?” she repeated.
He shrugged. “Does it matter? You should be asking what it’s going to cost you.”
“What is it going to cost me?”
“Sex.”
She chuckled in disbelief. “What?”
“Sex.”
“Are you crazy? Are you saying you’ll pay me three grand for my body?”
He sat back, shook his head. “No offense meant, but I would have to be crazy to spend that much money to sleep with you, or any girl for that matter. No, I said I can get you the money. I didn’t say I would give it to you.”
“Where are you going to get it? From your own account?”
“No, most of my money is tied up.” He thought a moment. “How much do you have left?”
“A grand.”
He considered again. “Can you get to that money this afternoon?”
“Not without Bill Skater’s counter-signature on a check.”
“Do you have a copy of something Bill has signed?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you can fake his signature.”
“No, I’m not that desperate. I see what you’re driving at. You want me to turn over the thousand to you.”
“You are that desperate or you wouldn’t be here. And, yes, I’ll need what you have.”
“No way. What are you going to do with it?”
“Invest it.”
“Can you invest money and get that big a profit that quickly?”
“In the commodities market, you can lay out a hundred dollars today and have five hundred tomorrow.”
“But I’ve heard investing in commodities is the same as rolling dice.”
“Not if you know what you’re doing. But I only mentioned commodities as an example. I haven’t decided exactly what I will do with the grand. I’ll have to think about it.”
She shook her head. “This sounds pretty thin to me. I told you, I need this money within a few days. If you’re not willing to get it out of your personal investments, then I can’t take you seriously.”
He was amused. “I notice you
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