Ted Leonard

Wife made to suck

CHAPTER ONE

The war was over. Kelly had lost. Sam Hartman had her over a barrel. He had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. His cookie jar. The petty cash drawer at the office.

Kelly tried the old feminine stand-by, tears. Her blue eyes glistened wetly and she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hartman. Really I am. Please try to understand. The rent is due, and Tom had to take a cut in pay in order to keep his job. I didn't know what to do."

"So, you rob me," Sam said. "How many times have you done that?"

"Only this once!" Kelly cried. "I swear it! Oh, please, Mr. Hartman, don't think I'm a thief!"

"When somebody steals, they're a thief," he said flatly.

Kelly felt herself losing ground fast. "How can I make you understand?" she pleaded.

"There's nothing to understand," Sam said.

Kelly felt whipped. She heaved a sigh of resignation. "What are you going to do?"

"What else?" Sam said, with a shrug. "Call the police."

"The police!" Kelly gasped. "Oh, please! Don't do that! I'll pay you back!"