When I went home I put our house on the market. Xxnx She never asked about money and I never said anything. Instead of grabbing the whore by the throat and choking the life out of her I played my part just as my lawyer advised. I’m Greg Martin, 46 years old, just under six foot, brown hair, blue eyes, slim, a regular looking guy. She did ask me a few questions about what I did that day. I hear she is doing ok in the little town of Beatty, north of Las Vegas. She never kept a job long enough to draw a paycheck. Jim sold me back my company. The day I found her laptop I left the folder I had come to get on the dresser and made sure nothing else was moved in the bedroom.
