MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 2

... hands and mouth on me. I got to the sub shop only a few minutes before closing so I tipped the people generously before returning to Jennie. We ate again at the coffee table with Heidi curled up at Jennie’s feet. “Why didn’t we get a dog sooner?” “I don’t know, except that I had no experience as a kid. Having Heidi here is a lot of fun during the day. Did I ever tell you how she nips at my feet while I’m taking the laundry out to the line? She doesn’t bite me; she’s just playing. It’s funny to see. I do love her. She’s just like a member of the family. I hope she’ll take to the baby okay.” “She will. I spoke to Karl yesterday and he told me that you and I are the alpha members of our group. She’ll follow our lead just as she will with anyone else. Look how good she is with Ted’s kids.” Jennie thought for a few seconds before grinning and agreeing. We both petted Heidi. We loved her and it was obvious that she loved us, too. The following morning I was back in Nash’s office once I had checked in with Gayle and my staff. Once in my tiny office I started a spreadsheet of all the transactions over the past three years. It was the fastest and best way to gather and analyze the data. Fortunately, I do this kind of work every day. I had more than a hundred spreadsheets on our office network and almost fifty on our computer at home. I spent all morning and most of the afternoon completing the work. This was a big sales force with nine agents in addition to Jonathan Nash. They sold ...

... an average of 250 homes in a typical year, even after the housing market crashed in 2008. I finished around 3:30 and began to run a number of sorts—by agent, by selling price, by difference between asking and selling price. I was surprised at the results. Two agents had all the sales in which significant deductions for mortgage insurance had occurred. It was interesting, but that’s all. There was no proof of actual theft. I needed more so I printed the list of those sales. Now I needed to use the phone. First, I collected as many numbers as possible from the phone book. Of those on the list I was able to get almost seventy percent—thirty-seven--in all. I made my first call at exactly 4:30. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Mrs. Carlson?” “Yes, it is.” “My name is Tim Healey and I’ll tell you up front that I’m not trying to sell you anything nor am I looking for any contribution. I’m an accountant doing some research for Jonathan Nash. I understand that you purchased your home through his agency.” “Yes, we worked with Shirley Miller.” “I see that you opted for mortgage insurance.” “Yes, Shirley was a big help with that. She explained that by paying for it upfront would help reduce our mortgage payments and I’d be safe if anything happened to Steven.” “Do you happen to know the company you dealt with?” “No, but if you’ll hold on a second I can check on it.” “Sure, take your time and thanks.” She returned a few minutes later. “I have the certificate here…Reliable Title and Mortgage Insurance ...