I wasn't hungry any more.I wasn't hungry any more. The afternoon was pretty much a waste. I didn't know what Cheryl would demand, but I assumed that it would be money, and I didn't have a lot to spare. Even if I paid her off, how could I be sure that she wouldn't keep a copy of the incriminating files and hit me for more later? I thought about going to Mr. Moore and confessing everything, but I figured that even if he somehow could be persuaded to let me keep my job, he'd put Kathy off limits. That was an awfully high price to pay, and I decided that I'd better find out how much Cheryl wanted before I took that course. I knocked on Cheryl's door at 7:00 sharp, and she invited me in. She'd changed into slacks and a T-shirt, and I realized that I'd been right about her boobs. She offered me a drink; I started to refuse, and then decided that under the circumstances I needed one and asked for a scotch and water. |