"What are you going to do?" I asked, trying to act concerned, when all I really wanted to do was laugh at her. That and get a peek at those big tits.

"I...I don't know. I'm almost out of money. My bastard husband shut down all the credit cards and bank accounts. I don't even have enough gas money to get home, if they'll even take me in." She looked up at me, openly crying. "This isn't what I wanted, Dave. I swear. It was just until the business could stand on its own. We spent over two years trying to make a go of it. We couldn't let it...