Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 29.

It’s funny, don’t you think, when conversation comes so easily how rapidly the boundaries between two people fall. I found Margo easy to talk to, and we fell into casual conversation very naturally.

Admittedly I overlooked mentioning that I’d had my cock locked up for what seemed like months, and that I was recently freed. I also neglected to mention that I had ‘appropriated’ what appeared to be a little over a million dollars in cash in the last 24 hours, according to a hasty count I’d made in my room the previous night. I may also have overlooked a few details about my girlfriend who I’d recently learned was a lesbian, and not the person I thought she was at all.

Now, on the face of it that may have appeared a little deceptive. But for the moment I’d like you to just give me the benefit of the doubt. You’ll notice I used the term ‘appropriated’ when referring to the money in the rental car.

I told myself that I could not help it if Brother Billy had left money in the vehicle. After all, I’d really only ‘found’ the bag. Was it not merely chance that it happened to contain a large amount of entirely untraceable currency. And given that, I was just looking after it till someone came forward and said, “Excuse me, have you found a million dollars in used notes, by chance? I think I left it in your car.”