She said, “You have a year of military pay and two years of consulting fees in there. My sister negotiated a six-figure salary for you. I think you ...are still on the payroll. Didn’t you fill out your income taxes?”“Yeah, but...”“You didn’t think about the fact that you haven’t spent a dime of your own money in over three years,” Georgia said.“There’s over two hundred thousand dollars in here,” said Oscar waving the statement around as if it was in error.“So I take it that you’re going to buy us. "Happy 23rd birthday Kaleigh," I softly whispered in her ear as she stretched out her nude body under the covers/comforter on my bed. When she opened her eyes and lazily smiled at me, I said, "Here's your coffee and a bowl of your favorite blueberry and strawberry, Mini-Wheats." After she slowly sat up and leaned back on the pillows, which I had propped up along the headboard, I placed the breakfast-in-bed-tray over her lap."Oh Mike, this is so sweet!" Kaleigh picked up the small arrangement of. What she wanted though was money so that she could afford a place on the bed welfare scheme; a place where people like her got a warm bed for the night. Someplace where she didn’t shiver or feel cold and had some food even if it was only broth.By the time Sarah finishes her eight-hour shift and all the commuters have gone home, she gathers her hat and counts her profits. It amounts to six pounds and thirty-seven pence. Not quite enough for a bed for the night. She looks at the money and. We then transitioned into talking about the upcoming season of The Walking Dead, I promised not to spoil anything for her since I read the comics. After our meal, we walked to a nearby bar. In the bar we started off with a round of beers, and started talking about our sexual history a little bit. When we finished our beers, we started to order shots, and our bodies became closer. her hand on my arm, and mine on her waist. I told her that most of the guys were staring like a pack of hungry.