There was also a stack of letters; all in envelops, ready to be mailed. Sue shook one out: “Dear Mr. Anderson, I was so glad you visited my web site and that you took a fancy to my daughter. I agree, she is SWEET! Forward me $100 and I will supply you with more photos of a much more intimate nature! I've got some nice photos of her mother as well...”
Sue scrunched the letter in her hand and spun on her heel. The bastard! Leaving the bed unmade, Sue walked down the hallway and threw Marcy's bra into the wash. If Dwight missed his souvenir of an interlude with her daughter, he never said a word.
Dwight had missed a couple of nights in her bed. No big deal, she had hoped; the guy is working sixteen-hour nights. He's exhausted. But now, after finding Marcy's bra in his room, she wasn't so co
