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and screaming and threatening me just because of the signs." Smith
called the Thurston County Sheriff who went to Scott's place and told
him he couldn't pull the signs down. Except for getting a ticket once
for doing "wheelies" in a parking lot, it was the closest Scott came to
having trouble with the law. Now, Marge thought Scott was half-kidding.
She recalled how he had shot out street lights in Hawaii because they
ruined the night, and how he routinely broke the speed limit. He had
always had such a sense of entitlement. They took Marge's boys to see
Aladdin. Then they went out to dinner. The video game in the lobby of
the restaurant wasn't working, so Scott said he would take the boys to
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Tilt, a video arcade at the mall. Marge's sons were so excited. She
watched, bemused, when Scott handed each of them a $20 bill to play the
games. They were speechless, they'd never had so much money. Once the
kids were settled, Scott led Marge to a nearby bar where they could have
drinks and keep an eye on the boys. "I had a Margarita without salt, "
she recalled.
"I can't remember what Scott had. He told me about a woman he was dating
in Olympia who had a son, and then about another one he was having an
affair with in Switzerland, a woman he hoped to see soon. I offered him
one of the buddy tickets' I got from TWA where he could fly to Europe
for under $50." Kevin had told Marge that he thought Scott might be
involved in something illegal, although he didn't know what it was, so
she warned Scott now that if she got him a buddy ticket, he mustn't try
to use it for anything suspicious because he would be sure to get
caught. "With that kind of a ticket, you and your baggage would almost
certainly be separated, " she cautioned. Scott looked at her innocently,
and smiled. He still had beautiful clear blue eyes, fringed by long
lashes. He could make anyone believe anything, she thought.
They talked softly, playing catch-up for all the years. They both loved
to travel. Marge said she'd been snorkeling in Fiji, and Scott said he'd
been to the Seychelles Islands and to Europe and Mexico many times. "He
told me that when he first went to Evergreen, he took a lot of science
classes he wanted to study medicine. He wanted to find a cure for
cancer, " Marge recalled.
He told her that one of his close relatives had had cancer and he wanted
to cure it. "But then he said he learned a lot about making drugs, and
how easy it was. That was when he dropped out of pre-med.
It seemed to me that not all the drugs he made were legal."
"I stopped smoking' a long time ago, Scott, " she told him. "I don't
smoke anything now. I quit using drugs of any kind years ago. I rarely
drink. You wouldn't know me. When I got pregnant with my first son in
1982, I wouldn't even take over-the-counter medicine." He smiled and
shrugged. It occurred to Marge that they barely knew each other anymore.
He lifted his glass and gave her a long beautiful toast about old
friends whose paths had drifted apart, but who still had much in common.
She laughed, remembering, "It ended with, And may all your orgasms be
long ones, " she said, "but the way he said it, it wasn't even sleazy or
suggestive." They had another drink, and Scott confided in Marge that he
was involved in "some international bank scams."
"Do you mean something with computers? " she asked, not sure that he
wasn't teasing her. "Something like that." He didn't say any more. Marge
Violette never dreamed that he might be involved in robbing banks. She
assumed Scott was doing some kind of computer scammaybe going into some
escrow account with billions of dollars for a few days, earning
interest, and switching back to his own account.
He didn't say anything that alluded to that kind of fraud, though. A
long time later, she said, "I never thought that Scott was going in the
front door of banks to get the money! " She still saw the Scott who had
stolen bananas and marijuana plants. He had always been mischievous and
he loved to break rules, but he was never truly crooked. He was treating
her and her sons so wonderfully. He was a nice man.
Marge's boys came running back, they had spent their $20 bills.
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Over Marge's protests, Scott handed out three more. The kids stared at
him in awe but they took the money and ran back to the video games.
Scott liked the kids, and he invited Marge to bring them out to his
place on Overhulse Road. While they visited, he was the perfect host.
He asked only that the boys take their shoes off before they went into
the gray house, he said he and Steve had sanded the floors and they
hadn't had a chance to varnish them yet.
Marge found the house charming and cozy. Steve was putting the finishing
touches to marble counters in the kitchen, and the bathroom was
practically a showplace. She was impressed. One thing bothered her,
though. During her visit, Steve and Scott talked so much about gambling.
They both seemed to be obsessed with it. Scott led them to the
treehouse. Marge's sons looked up into the treetops, as if they couldn't
believe their good fortune. This was a playground that any little boy
would wish for.
They climbed up, awe struck, and then Scott showed them how to slide
down the pole to the ground. He went first, balancing them on his
shoulders, so that his body would keep them from falling.
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and screaming and threatening me just because of the signs." Smith
called the Thurston County Sheriff who went to Scott's place and told
him he couldn't pull the signs down. Except for getting a ticket once
for doing "wheelies" in a parking lot, it was the closest Scott came to
having trouble with the law. Now, Marge thought Scott was half-kidding.
She recalled how he had shot out street lights in Hawaii because they
ruined the night, and how he routinely broke the speed limit. He had
always had such a sense of entitlement. They took Marge's boys to see
Aladdin. Then they went out to dinner. The video game in the lobby of
the restaurant wasn't working, so Scott said he would take the boys to
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ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Tilt, a video arcade at the mall. Marge's sons were so excited. She
watched, bemused, when Scott handed each of them a $20 bill to play the
games. They were speechless, they'd never had so much money. Once the
kids were settled, Scott led Marge to a nearby bar where they could have
drinks and keep an eye on the boys. "I had a Margarita without salt, "
she recalled.
"I can't remember what Scott had. He told me about a woman he was dating
in Olympia who had a son, and then about another one he was having an
affair with in Switzerland, a woman he hoped to see soon. I offered him
one of the buddy tickets' I got from TWA where he could fly to Europe
for under $50." Kevin had told Marge that he thought Scott might be
involved in something illegal, although he didn't know what it was, so
she warned Scott now that if she got him a buddy ticket, he mustn't try
to use it for anything suspicious because he would be sure to get
caught. "With that kind of a ticket, you and your baggage would almost
certainly be separated, " she cautioned. Scott looked at her innocently,
and smiled. He still had beautiful clear blue eyes, fringed by long
lashes. He could make anyone believe anything, she thought.
They talked softly, playing catch-up for all the years. They both loved
to travel. Marge said she'd been snorkeling in Fiji, and Scott said he'd
been to the Seychelles Islands and to Europe and Mexico many times. "He
told me that when he first went to Evergreen, he took a lot of science
classes he wanted to study medicine. He wanted to find a cure for
cancer, " Marge recalled.
He told her that one of his close relatives had had cancer and he wanted
to cure it. "But then he said he learned a lot about making drugs, and
how easy it was. That was when he dropped out of pre-med.
It seemed to me that not all the drugs he made were legal."
"I stopped smoking' a long time ago, Scott, " she told him. "I don't
smoke anything now. I quit using drugs of any kind years ago. I rarely
drink. You wouldn't know me. When I got pregnant with my first son in
1982, I wouldn't even take over-the-counter medicine." He smiled and
shrugged. It occurred to Marge that they barely knew each other anymore.
He lifted his glass and gave her a long beautiful toast about old
friends whose paths had drifted apart, but who still had much in common.
She laughed, remembering, "It ended with, And may all your orgasms be
long ones, " she said, "but the way he said it, it wasn't even sleazy or
suggestive." They had another drink, and Scott confided in Marge that he
was involved in "some international bank scams."
"Do you mean something with computers? " she asked, not sure that he
wasn't teasing her. "Something like that." He didn't say any more. Marge
Violette never dreamed that he might be involved in robbing banks. She
assumed Scott was doing some kind of computer scammaybe going into some
escrow account with billions of dollars for a few days, earning
interest, and switching back to his own account.
He didn't say anything that alluded to that kind of fraud, though. A
long time later, she said, "I never thought that Scott was going in the
front door of banks to get the money! " She still saw the Scott who had
stolen bananas and marijuana plants. He had always been mischievous and
he loved to break rules, but he was never truly crooked. He was treating
her and her sons so wonderfully. He was a nice man.
Marge's boys came running back, they had spent their $20 bills.
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Over Marge's protests, Scott handed out three more. The kids stared at
him in awe but they took the money and ran back to the video games.
Scott liked the kids, and he invited Marge to bring them out to his
place on Overhulse Road. While they visited, he was the perfect host.
He asked only that the boys take their shoes off before they went into
the gray house, he said he and Steve had sanded the floors and they
hadn't had a chance to varnish them yet.
Marge found the house charming and cozy. Steve was putting the finishing
touches to marble counters in the kitchen, and the bathroom was
practically a showplace. She was impressed. One thing bothered her,
though. During her visit, Steve and Scott talked so much about gambling.
They both seemed to be obsessed with it. Scott led them to the
treehouse. Marge's sons looked up into the treetops, as if they couldn't
believe their good fortune. This was a playground that any little boy
would wish for.
They climbed up, awe struck, and then Scott showed them how to slide
down the pole to the ground. He went first, balancing them on his
shoulders, so that his body would keep them from falling.
It was as if he hadn't aged at all. He was Peter Pan, frozen in time, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]