======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.fibr.net!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!News.IDT.NET!news.ios.com!news2.ios.com!usenet From: pcrook19 <pcrook19@ally.ios.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: POC: HARD MONEY CHAPTER 4 - end Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 19:34:18 -0800 Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 623 Message-ID: <3160A03A.7A77@ally.ios.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-20.ts-2.hck.idt.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.0GoldB1 (Win95; I) Content-Disposition: inline; filename="hard4.txt" Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:143633 The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately. If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now. The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations. Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly dispatched to the void. This story contains: MF MM nc oral bd s&m All right reserved. HARD MONEY - CHAPTER FOUR- ALL DEBTS REPAID BY POC Harry arrived home just a little before nine. He had decided he would demand Sally tell him what the hell was going on. She had been acting so strangely lately it started to worry him. He knew with all the trouble they were in and the things the big man had forced her to do was explanation for a lot of it but still her not talking to him about why they should wait for the big man to show up rather than just paying off the loan, along with all the unexplained errands she always seemed to be running had become just to concerning. Yes, he would demand she let him be a part of what was going on. He stepped through the doorway and immediately froze in his tracks. He knew he must have turned completely pale and thought his heart skipped several beats, standing directly in front of him was a nervous looking Sally with legs spread wide apart and clutched tightly within her grip she held a gun, its muzzle pointed directly at his mid-section. "Oh shit! Harry!" She said when she recognized him. "Come in and close the door." She lowered the muzzle of the 9MM so it pointed toward the ground. He couldn't move for several seconds then some of the initial panic wore off and he said. "Jesus Christ Sally! What the fuck!" "Harry! Get in here! And close that damn door!" She waved the gun beckoning him inside. He stepped into the room, pulling the door closed behind him. "God Damn it Sally! You better tell me what the fuck in going on here! I...." "It's all right Harry, I'll..." She cut him off. "It's all right my ass!" He cut her off this time. "You've been telling me it's all right for two God damn weeks now, and it isn't all right! Jesus Christ Sally! A gun! A fucking Gun! What the hell are you going to do with a gun?" "Harry, just calm down and I'll explain." "God damn right you will!" He was still upset at having a gun pointed at him. He now realized unless it happened to you, no one could really understood how freighting it was having a gun pointed at them, an immediate void where the stomach once was and the overpowering feeling of being completely and totally at someone else's mercy. He calmed down a little then continued. "Look Sally if that gun's for the bastard that beat and almost raped you that's not the answer. God only knows if anybody deserved to die it would be that son-of-a-bitch, but he sure as hell isn't worth going to prison over. Let's talk this over and...." Now Sally's anger flared up a little. "Shit Harry! You can be such a God damn twit at times! I'm not going to kill him! I'm just going to make sure he'll never do to anybody else what he did to us. He's a scum bag worm, the lowest form of life and unless someone teaches them a lesson, life forms like him just continue on, breeding and multiplying and polluting the earth around them, while praying on the weak and decent of the world." She took a deep breath before continuing. "So you listen Harry and you listen good! I'm doing this thing with or without you, but by God I'm doing it!" Harry had never seen her quite so adamant about anything and didn't know what to make of it. "Jesus Sally," He said in a mild tone. "This is just so unlike you. So unlike us. I mean gun's and dealing with people like him and well.. you seem so... I don't know... so malicious for lack of a better term." "Malicious? Harry you haven't seen malicious yet! I didn't ask for any of this to happen, but I was thrown into the pool of filth people like him live in, and its been said that we are all a product of our environment, well Harry for tonight at least, what you see standing before you is the product of that man's environment, and I intend on living the part. You had better get it into your head that I am not going to be a good little girl to that bastard, and if you can't take the heat get the hell out of the kitchen, because I'll be your sweet little wife in the morning again, but as for tonight, if you decide to stay I don't want any bullshit out of you no matter what happens. If you even so much as question what I'm doing I'll leave you for good, that's how important this thing is to me Harry. Do you understand?" Harry was at a loss for words, standing transfixed but when she continued burning holes in his eyes with hers he managed a nod. "I need to make sure you absolutely understand me Harry." She said. "If you want, you can leave right now and tomorrow we'll return to being the same happy couple we've always been, or you stay and help me without any objections or reservation about what I do to that bastard, and just as if you left, tomorrow we'll go on with our lives as if nothing ever happened, but if you decide to stay and you get in my way at all, or try to stop me, or even... ..., now listen up here harry, even offer any objection, you and I are done forever. I'll never come back to you Harry! Never! That's the deal, no negotiations. Do you understand it Harry? I mean really understand it?" Harry knew what his decision would be even before she finished talking. All of a sudden he didn't care what she had in mind for the big man, deep inside he felt pangs of guilt for not feeling as strongly about him as she did. After all it was him that had brought all this on them. Yes, he would help her, and perhaps he would even derive some inner self satisfaction. He wasn't normally a violent man but in this case he knew the big man deserved to die. Fuck it he told himself. if she asks me to kill the bastard I'll do it, and screw everything else. "I'll stay," He finally said. "and I understand completely and no matter what happens I love you. So tonight we dance with the devil himself if necessary." "Okay partner, let's rock and roll on the dark side." She said, not even sounding the least bit hesitant. Mark the big man arrived at the Richards house at around nine forty five. He checked the front door and finding it unlocked arrogantly let himself in without knocking. He had seen hundreds of couples such as the Richards, they were all the same, spineless, useless little people that rarely fought back. He knew there was a fine line on how far you could push the little people, having crossed that line in the past, but if that occurred he'd just crush them like you'd squash an ant that happened to stray onto your path. Yeah, even if they did fight back they didn't put up much of a fight. They were way out of their league when they fucked with him. Yes sir, the whole bunch of them were little useless chicken shits, but they sure could be fun. He remembered Sally Robertson and how he had felt the two times he was fucking her, his cock buried deep inside her tight cunt and the feel of her soft inner flesh as it enfolded around his hot meat. But, it wasn't the fact that he was fucking her that turned him so much, no it never was, it was the power and the control and the humiliation he had over her, and all the others that really got him going. The more frightened they were, the hotter he got, and he knew, as a rule, nothing frightened a woman more than being taken against her will. He was looking forward to tonight, and felt himself developing a woody just thinking about driving his hard dick up Sally Richards ass, but he also knew he would have to dispose of her husband in some way, either by kicking the shit out of him or tying him up at least. Fucking a man's wife in the ass was one of those fine lines that could really piss off one of these little useless shits. He didn't think old Harry the Ace would put up much of a fight, after all look at what good old Ace had put up with the first time. Even if he hadn't been awake when his wife was being raped he must have seen her being forced to take a stiff dick into her mouth, and that too, is usually another one of them fine lines. Naw, old Ace was a pussy. Shit even if the beating he had taken had kept him out of action that night, you'd think old Ace would at least come-a-looking when he got better. Yep, Ace was a pussy all right, but for tonight he'd put him out of commission anyway, he didn't want the little shit interfering with what he had in mind for Mrs. Ace. Yes sir, tonight he would take his time with her making sure he left a load of hot cum in every hole she had and even inflect a little pain too. By the time he was finished with her tonight she'd be so frightened of him if he just said the word "fuck" she'd rip off her panties and open her thighs for him without thinking about it. In some ways he almost hoped they didn't have the money. It would be kind of fun forcing old ace down on his hands and knees and fucking him in the ass while Mrs. Ace looked on knowing she was next. Yeah! That would be great! He walked into the living room and found it unoccupied. "Hey Ace!" He yelled. "Get your ass in here! You've got company!" Sally Richards stepped out of the kitchen holding the 9MM automatic in her right hand. The muzzle of the gun didn't waver an inch and remained steadily pointing in the middle of the big mans chest. "This is a 9mm automatic. It has a clip that holds thirty six rounds of ammunition. If I see as much as one hair on your head move, I'll unload the entire clip into your worthless hide." Her voice was calm, steady and confident. Harry followed her out of the kitchen and took a position by her side. The big man was momentarily shocked, but only momentarily. This shit had been tried before, and he always came out on top. He'd cross one of the fine lines and one of the little worms would grow some balls, but the balls would always fall off. Shit not a one of them had ever shown enough spine to actually shoot to kill, and in most cases they froze even before they could pull the trigger. "You stupid cunt! Do you really... Awwwwaaa." He never got the opportunity to finish the sentence because searing pain radiated from his right foot and he fell sideways onto the floor clutching the painful foot between his hands. The moment he had started to speak Sally pointed the muzzle of the gun downward and squeezed the trigger of the automatic. There was an almost ear shattering noise in the confined room when the 9mm shell exploded sending high velocity lead into the top of the big mans right foot, then out through his instep and finally burying itself in the hard wood flooring under his shoe. Sally had actually been aiming between his feet and not trying to hit him, but so be it. "Harry! Get over there and get his gun! HURRY!" Sally yelled to her husband. Harry didn't move and sally pushed his left shoulder. "Damn it! Hurry!" Even as Harry was moving toward him the big man started to roll onto his back and one blood covered hand started moving toward the gun he carried in a shoulder holster under his jacket. Harry moved faster closing the distance between him and the big man very quickly. He lashed out with his right foot delivering a wicked blow to the big man's rib cage. The kick knocked all the wind out of the big man's lungs momentary stunning him. Harry lashed out again with his foot this time catching the big man on the right temple and slamming his head sideways. Harry lashed out a third time with his foot aiming once again for the big man's temple, but his foot missed the mark and drove savagely into the soft fleshy area of the big man's neck. "Shit! Don't kill him Harry! Just get the gun. Better get his knife too." Sally said stepping forward and picking up the black plastic bag with the remainder of the specialty sex items in it. Harry took the big man's gun and knife with out any struggle. The three hard kicks Harry had delivered along with bullet wound shock, had rendered the big just on the verge of unconscious. "Good!" Sally told Harry after he had retrieved the weapons. "Put them in here." She held the black plastic out to him. "Now," She said after the big man's weapons were safely deposited in the bag. "take his jacket, shirt, and shoes off." Harry looked over at his wife questionably. "Remember, no questions." She reminded him. Harry shrugged his shoulders and went about the task of removing the big man's clothing. It was exceedingly difficult removing the big mans shirt and jacket because of the mans size and inability to help, but when he removed the right shoe the big man even with the stupor he was in began screaming and rolling around with pain making the job only that much more difficult. After he had both shoes off, Harry held both of his palms up indicating he wished to know from Sally what she wanted him to do about the mans socks. "Yeah. Take them off as well." She answered his outstretched palms. Sally had Harry pour some rubbing alcohol over the big mans injured foot, this causing another fit of screaming and twisting, then she instructed him to apply a heavy pack of gauss to both sides of the wound and tape the whole thing up. Sally rummaged inside the black plastic bag and withdrew four three inch wide leather straps. Each strap, two slightly larger, had heavy metal rings affixed near their centers and heavy metal clasps attached at each end. She handed them to Harry and said. "Put these around his wrists and ankles. The bigger one's are for the ankles." Harry did as she requested not even remotely understanding the purpose of what looked to him like four small dog collars. Sally rummaged in the bag once again and took out a small brown glass bottle and folded piece of cloth. She unscrewed the lid from the bottle then poured a little of its contents onto the cloth. Using the damp cloth, she covered the big mans mouth and nose with it for several seconds until even the small amount of struggling he had been doing ceased all together. "Formaldehyde." She explained. "I don't want to take any chances, he's a big son-of-a-bitch and I want him good and secure when he wakes up." She went back to the black plastic bag and pulled out yet another leather strap. This one was quite different from the previous four in that it was much thinner and had a large rubber ball in its center. Sally stuffed the ball into the big mans mouth then lifting his head she fastened both ends of the straps together creating a most perfect gag. "Jesus Christ!" Harry said after she had finished with the gag." Where in the world did you ever learn about leather hardware like this stuff?" "These are all the toys big boys and girls play with on the dark side. Remember tonight that's your and my playground." She reminded him. "Humm." He commented shaking his head wondering what in the hell else she could possibly have in that black plastic bag. "Come on," Sally said. "help me drag him into the garage. I don't have any idea how long he'll be out." Together they pulled the big mans unconscious body through the kitchen and into the garage. Harry was surprised to find several chains with snap hooks on their ends attached to the ceiling rafters and far walls of the garage. He didn't say anything and only watched while sally attached a ceiling chain to each of the leather straps on the big mans wrists then a wall chain to each of his ankles. She pulled the chains taunt leaving him in a uncomfortable sitting position, held up by his outstretched arms. "Now what?" Harry asked when his wife had finished chaining him. "Now we wait. I want him good and alert." She answered coolly. Sally went upstairs and undressed. She put on a knee length skirt, absent of both slip and underwear and a loose fitting tank top tee shirt, which she had cut so it just barely managed to cover her breasts. When she got back downstairs, she joined Harry in the living room, who had fixed himself a stiff scotch and was obviously attempting to make short work of it. "I think I'll join you." She said walking to the bar and pouring herself four of five fingers of the clear light brown liquid. Harry noticed the odd way she was dressed but did not comment. He was finding it difficult to honestly believe they had done what they had just done, but strangely enough he liked it. About an hour and three scotch doubles later they heard chains being rattled and scraped and banged around and knew the big man had finally come to life. "Sounds like two skeletons fucking on a tin roof." Sally commented at the noise coming from the garage. "I guess our partner is ready to dance." They found the big man had gotten to his feet, obviously favoring his right foot, yanking and pulling at the chains in an attempt to free himself. Having noticed Sally and Harry enter the garage he ceased struggling with his bonds and stood glaring at them with venomous contempt in his eyes. Sally pulled both of the wrist chains taunt leaving him spread eagle upright with arms high over his head and constantly switching between the toe and heal of his injured foot to help relieve the pain standing on it caused. Sally pushed a heavy wooden crate behind the big man. The crate had been used to ship ceramic tiles and was six feet long by four feet wide and about one foot in height. Using the crate as a step stool she loosened the connections on the gag straps and allowed the gag to dangle around his neck. "You fucking bitch! When I get out of here you'll wish you were dead! I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born! You don't even know who your fucking with!" He yelled as soon as his mouth was free of the ball. Sally stepped off the crate and walked around to faced him. Reaching into the black plastic bag she withdrew a two foot long horse crop. Raising the crop over her head she brought it down in a viscous arc across his chest. "Awoo.." He yelled feeling the sting of the crop. "If you yell any more I'll be forced to gag you again." She hit him with the crop a second time only harder. "Owww...Goodddd." He yelled. "Listen.." He said. "Lets.....Owwwww.." She struck him again. "No talking!" She told him, then reaching into the plastic bag she brought out his stiletto knife. She pushed the button on the knifes handle and watched the thin surgical blade extract. After removing his belt she used the knife to cut away his pants and underwear. During the cloth surgery he fidgeted and constantly asked her what she was doing. She remained silent then took a step back to admire her work of getting him completely necked. "You are the most despicable piece of crap there is." She said. "Fuck you bitch!" He answered. "Do you remember theses." She asked pulling her tee shirt over her head exposing her bare breasts to him. "Would you like to feel them.. hum?" She looked between his legs but didn't see any indication of an erection. "Oh! It seems my titties don't turn you on anymore. Maybe this will get you hard." She lifted the hem of her skirt and bundled it around her waist. "You told me you'd never forget this pussy. You said it was as addicting as cocaine. Well.... Look at it. Look at my hot tight cunt. Doesn't it get you hot?" He turned his head to the side. "Fuck you!" Sally used the horse crop on his chest several times raising nasty red welts wherever it landed. "I said look at my pussy! Now Look!" Sally felt a tingling between her legs and she was starting to get wet. Torturing this bastard was really turning her on. He looked down between her legs with obvious pain in his eyes. "Hummm.... Even looking at my pussy isn't getting you hard. What ever am I to do? Oh. I know... let me give it a little help." She took his soft member into her hand and started stroking back a forth on it. After a few minutes she felt her fingers slowly spreading apart as blood pumped into his organ stiffening it. "Oh yes. Here it comes. Oh. Look how hard it's getting." She continued stroking back and forth until he was in full erection, then she took a step away from him. "Oh my. Look at how big and hard it is. Oooo.... Whatever are we going to do with it. Should we put it inside my tight little hole? Or maybe you'd like me to suck it! Would you like to fuck me in the mouth? No! I believe it's been bad." Using the horse crop she swung downward very quickly three times across his erect cock bursting blood vessels in the appendage with each "SWAT" of rawhide covered plastic against flesh. She could feel her pussy nectar running down her thighs now, as sexual desire pounded along her clitoris and loins. She was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but the feel of a hard cock filling her. The big man pulled and yanked at his bonds crying out in excruciating pain then dropped his chin onto his chest in exhaustion. "Well my goodness! Just listen to the racket your making. Whatever will the neighbors be thinking? I'm afraid your just going to have to wear your little mouth piece, since you can't behave." She climbed back onto the crate and in spite of his struggling she re-gagged him. "Look at what you've done to me. God you gotten me so hot!" She ran her hand between her legs saturating it with her juice's then standing on tip toes she smeared it all over the big mans face. "Hmmm.... "She said looking up at him. "What's that you say? You don't know what that is. Oh I see you only fuck women by force. Now I understand Well, you see when a woman is a willing partner she gets excited and lubricates herself and... Oh never mind I'm sure you don't have any use for that information. You couldn't get an erection with a willing partner anyway." Sally reached into the black plastic bag and took out a jar of K-jelly. "Remember," She said to the big man. "you told me I should have some boy butter on hand. I didn't forget. See." She held up the jar for his inspection. "And," She continued. "I brought a big... a big... Oh what do you call this thing?" She reached into the bag and withdrew a foot long extra large in diameter slick black dildo and held it up. When he saw the dildo he began struggling again his eyes becoming large as saucers. Sally watched him twist and turn and said. "You shouldn't get that upset at not knowing with this is called. We'll get it. Hmmm.... I seem to remember it sounds like some a wild dog in Australia or something... Bingo.. Ringo... No... Hmmm... Dingo. Yes! That's it. It's a DILDO!" She hummed to herself as she open the jar of K-jelly and applied it to the surface of the dildo, but the feel of the smooth surface on her hand running along its length got her as horny as ever she had been. If the drive to destroy the animal that was chained before her had been any weaker she would have demanded Harry fuck her right then and there over and over again until the heat she felt and the relief she so badly needed was appeased. Then she also remembered she needed Harry's cock for another more important purpose and held her own need's in check. Standing on the crate once again she probed at the big mans anal opening with the lubricated dildo. He moved his body in every direction unconcerned with his painful foot, so frightened was he of that large hard object being forced into his body. Sally was relentless and persisted time and time again moving with him. Once again the adage "If at first you don't succeed try, try again." proved itself once more. After numerous try's Sally felt the head of the dildo push into his anal hole. He jerked forward and muffled cries of pain spewed from the corners of the ball in his mouth. After several minuets he relaxed a little and Sally took that opportunity to ram the hard long rod home. The pain was so sever after several gasps he passed out. Sally noticed blood running out of his ass and flowing down his cheeks. "Okay Harry. This is your dance." She said turning to her husband. She reached into the black plastic bag and took out a wrapped condom and tossed it to him. "When he comes to, fuck him in the ass." "Your out of your mind! No fucking way! I can't do that!" He had stood by silently watching someone he didn't even recognize as his wife inflict pain and torture and humiliation as easily as if she were cleaning house. He had become mesmerize and perhaps even a little afraid of her watching the spectacle. But now she wanted him to sodomies a man. It would be impossible for him even if the idea wasn't so utterly repugnant. After watching everything that occurred, getting a hard on was completely out of the question. "This is the dark side Harry. You can and will or leave now!" She was un-wavered in her persistence. "No!" He said. "Come on! Shit!" "Do you want to leave? Remember our pact. Well....." She waited. "No I don't want to leave. But... Well.. Shit I couldn't even get it hard." "Maybe not. But I'll help. We'll get it hard together. Come up here on the crate with me." She stepped onto the crate. Reluctantly he joined her on the crate. If he had not consumed so much alcohol earlier in the evening he probably would not have found the courage to to even consider what she asked. She undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, then she took his soft prick in her hand and rubbed along it. "Don't look at, or even think about him. Think about fucking me. Think about your cock plunging in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Ohoooo..... Yeah! Fuck me honey. Oh! Fuck the shit out of me. You feel so good inside of me. Your so big and hard. Oh give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me with your cream baby!" She heard the big man stirring and knew he was about to wake up. She took her husbands balls into her hand, gently massaging them, then bending over she took his now semi-hard cock into her mouth sucking the entire thing in. As it stiffened in her mouth she dropped down to he knees and tilted her head backward allowing the head of her husbands dick to slip past her gag point and down into her throat. Harry felt his cock slip down into the tight hole of Sally's neck and thought of nothing else, she had never allowed him access to that part of her body before. His eyes closed in fevered heat. Sally took the condom from Harry's hand and ripped open its covering while bobbing her head forward and back taking Harry's dick deep into her throat on each up stroke. The big man had woken up and was attempting to see what was going on behind him when sally took Harry's cock out of her mouth and quickly slipped on the condom. She continued jacking Harry off with her hand and yanked the dildo out of the big mans ass at the same time. "Oh! Harry! Fuck me baby. Fuck my wet pussy raw. Then I'll deep throat you and let you come down my throat so I don't miss swallowing any of your hot juices." Then she guided Harry's cock into the big mans ass and Yelled." That's it Harry! Fuck me hard. Oooo.... I love your big cock! Pound me Harry! Pound in my pussy! Your so big and hard! Ohooo.... " And harry pumped driving his stiff rod into the big mans ass hole. The big man felt himself getting butt fucked and screamed time and time again into the rubber ball unable to vocalize any of the torment he felt. When Harry finished Sally reached into the black plastic bag for one last time. Out of the bag came a small leather pouch with two pockets about the size of a man's scrotum. The pouch had attached to it two small chains, about three feet in length with a sharp needle on one end. There was a thin leather tie string on the pouch so it could be tied at the top. The big man could only watch while Sally slipped his balls into the leather pouch. Then using the tie strings she attached it to his scrotum. Taking the small chains she drove their sharp needles under each of his nipples piercing them thereby connecting his tits to his balls via the thin chains. He screamed in agony and pain into the rubber ball as the needles punctured his skin causing blood to flow down his chest. Sally walked over to the workbench and took down Harry's propane torch. Using the torches self igniting feature a steady blue yellow flame soon streamed consistently from its tip. Giving the big man some time to recuperate from having had his nipples pierced, Sally once again picked up the stiletto. Looking directly into his face she said. "In as much as you have those two little chains to hold up your balls you won't be needing that little piece of skin on your crotch to hold up your scrotum. I think I'll just cut it in two. Seeing as how it's extra." The big man screamed internally so hard the blood vessels on his neck stood out as if they had a life of their own. She allowed him enough time to fully understand he was about to be castrated. Sally leaned over and took the little leather pouch into her hand, then slowly drew the thin blade of the stiletto across the small piece of skin that attached a mans scrotum to his body. The big mans balls came free hanging suspended in the little pouch supported by the thin chains pierced under the mans nipples. Blood spurted in every direction. Sally quickly picked up the torch and cauterize the area between the big mans ball-less crotch, scorching a lot of flesh between his legs in the process. Harry threw up, emptying his stomach's contents of everything he had eaten that day, along with all the Scotch he had consumed earlier. The big man passed out and Sally knew he would be out for a long time. EPILOG Harry and Sally dropped off the unconscious big man at pier twelve, warehouse "D" At around two A.M. Affixed to one of the small chains still attached to the big mans breast was an envelope addressed to Mister A.F. Inside this envelope was eight thousand and forty dollars that Sally had found in the Big mans pockets, and a note. The note read: Dear Mister A.F. As I had feared some slight damage has occurred with your property. Please accept my sincere apologies for any inconvenience this may cause you. Enclosed please find eight thousand and forty dollars found on your damaged goods. Very sincerely yours, S.R ******************************** The big man, Mark was never heard from again. ******************************** Sally took the twenty thousand dollars that had been returned to her by Anthony Francella and gave it to Symore as partial payment for the loan. She told him that originally she had never intended on repaying him and he simply answered. "I know." She eventually repaid him the entire amount from profits out of the 'Goal line'. ******************************** The 'Goal line' sports bar continued to do very well and now has four young, sexy waitresses to help out... and more. ******************************** Harry climbed into a shell and does little with his life allowing Sally to manage just about everything. ******************************** Sally continues to feel good about herself. Enjoying life in different ways now. Her adventures when two men came into the 'Goal line' and told her she would have to purchase all the clubs alcohol and entertainment from them exclusively, forced her back into the dark side once again..... But then, that's another story...... END - HARD MONEY If any intrest exists for this type of story please offer comments to the author- I will not fill band space if this material is not wanted. Sincerly yours, POC