“One hundred fifty pounds please.” she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three fifties from my pocket and handed them to her, and it was only as she smiled that I realised she wasn’t my Ileana. “Mr Fisher, I need your help!” she admitted. Xxnx and she rolled over pulled a pillow under her self and looked round at me. “No, you’re the pig, wallowing in filth sleeping with any man with a few pounds, where’s your self respect!” I asked. “You don’t get any funny ideas you sleep on floor” she ordered. “Yes, what do you want?” she asked. “You pig!” she squealed. “Yes my heart,” she agreed, “My head says run away.”
“I have a confession,” she said before breakfast, “I have not the money I owe you, I shall earn it but for now it is
