The door opened and there stood Chief Budnick, the man who had humiliated her with his search of her anus during her first year. He came towards her a...nd sat down. She didn’t bother to sit up.?Well, Miss Smithers, been a long time,? he said with his mean Southern drawl. ?Thought I was rid of you when you graduated but you had to return and help out with those damn experiments.?Tami could not help but hear the contempt in his voice. She did not give him the respect of looking him in the. “My boyfriend doesn’t gamble.”He hands me a piece of paper. It’s written in my boyfriend’s handwriting. It says he has secretly been gambling for a long time and he has lost a lot of money. It says that he told the men they can take payments from me to pay off the debt. I reach for my purse.How much is it?” I ask. “Too much,” the man says. “We have another way for you to make payments. You will have to come with us.”I say no. The man tells me they have taken my boyfriend somewhere. They won’t. After having breakfast that Tim had prepared, and getting driven home again,Tammy kissed Tim goodbye, saying she was due to fly out Monday morning.The rest of Sunday was spent cleaning up the apartment and Tammy was idlythinking how nice this body felt, when he heard the phone ring. Answering it, hesaid,"Tammy here." Oh, is there a Mr. Tom Jackson there?" A voice asked."Speaking" Tammy, said, thinking what a fool he felt."This is the Hugglebugs company and we have discovered a problem with. The only times she didn’t score on me were 3 serves that she had sent into the net. The rest she launched expertly, and despite my pitiful attempts to predict where she would serve and react, Mommy happily scored one ace after another.?What’s the score NOW?? She would ask me after each point, demanding I keep an accurate count.The few serves I managed to return, Mommy would dash off and fire them back while letting out a short, determined grunt. I couldn’t keep up and eventually my minor.