Marybeth Strong could do two things with great proficiency sell real estate and give head.

With the housing market in Metropolitan Detroit in the tank she found herself doing more of the later in an attempt to facilitate the former.

Not that she minded. Quite the contrary actually judging by the performance she gave in the foyer of a four bedroom three bath colonial in Birmingham Michigan.

This was the fifth house we had seen today and one of more than 125 houses in the area with price tags north of $1 000 000. If you had the cash it was definitely a buyers market and Marybeth was doing everything she could to see that this potential buyer was happy.

In her early 40 s Marybeth was a 5 7 bottled blonde with augmented breasts. She worked out three times a week lunched at best restaurants and grabbed cocktails after work at the hottest bars in town. Pretty much the prototypical Birmingham have it all woman including the multiple failed marriages—she was already a three time loser—with no intention of going (more…)

Dedicated to Steve

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Part 1

You WHAT?!

Honey he said his eyes wide and pleading. He put his hands out in front of him palms down as if urging me to take it easy to slow down. But I felt the world suddenly spinning out of control. He tried to grasp my shoulders. Please… you don t…

How could you! I said fully aware that I was no longer looking at Dwight — my shoulders slumped and I sank onto the ornamented wooden footlocker we had paid so much for a month ago.

What were you thinking? I said my voice weak. On God s green earth what were you thinking Dwight?

Honey he said. Katie … I thought I guess I don t know…I did it for us.

For us? I asked turning to look at him. You falsified legal documents for us Dwight? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to your career…to us?

His eyes were bright and wet. I could tell he d been crying for some time before he had come home and dropped this bombshell (more…)