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Archive-name: 3plus/screwirs.txt
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Archive-title: Screwing the IRS
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"Greta, it's a crying shame the way these tax people try
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to screw us. Look at this notice my husband and I received
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the other day. It's an audit, I think."
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The petite, pretty blonde housewife was obviously very
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angry as she handed the notice to her lovely, dark-haired
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neighbor. Greta read it slowly, then looked up.
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"I agree with you, Mary. But what can you do about it?"
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"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going down to
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that IRS Office and talk to this man whose name is on the
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notice. Let's see, it's a Mr. Ralph Whitcomb. Do you want
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to come along with me?"
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Greta smiled. "I like you when you're angry," she said.
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"You're something else, Mary. Do I want to come? Why I
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wouldn't miss it for the world."
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So that afternoon, Mary Mason, her tax papers in her
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hand, and with her beautiful neighbor, Greta, beside her,
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drove downtown and walked into the huge Federal Building.
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They looked at the building directory and found that the
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IRS Office was on the third floor. They took the elevator
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to the third floor, got off and walked into the IRS office.
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They walked up to the receptionist and demanded to see Mr.
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Ralph Whitcomb, the IRS man whose name was on the tax form.
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"I'm sorry," the receptionist said, "but Mr. Whitcomb is
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busy right now. Do you have an appointment?"
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"Why should I have to make an appointment?" Mary barked.
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"He's the one who wants to see me. Let him make the time!"
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The confused receptionist was about to protest Mary's
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behavior when a tall, handsome, balding man in his mid-
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forties walked in and said, "I'm Mr. Whitcomb. What can I
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do for you ladies?"
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"This!" Mary exclaimed, and she showed him the papers.
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He smiled. "Please step in my office," he said. Then he
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turned to the receptionist and said, "Miss Lane, I'll be
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busy for a few minutes with these ladies. Please hold my
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calls."
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"Yes, sir," she said, giving Mary a dirty look.
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He showed them into his office and then closed the door.
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"Please be seated, ladies," he said. "I'll just look these
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forms over." He glanced at the top line and looked up and
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said, "I take it you are Mrs. Mason?"
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Mary nodded. "Yes, and this is my friend, Greta."
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He started looking over the papers again. After reading
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them, he looked up and said, "Ah, yes. It seems that you
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and your husband took a deduction that was not allowed. I'm
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sorry, but the law states..."
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As he was talking, Mary stood up and walked around the
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desk and leaned over his shoulders, looking at the papers.
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Her exotic perfume made him feel light and excited. As she
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bent over, he could see the cleavage of her tits and the
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smooth roundness of her large boobs.
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"I don't care what the law states," Mary began. "We took
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deductions for entertaining people. They were clients of
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my husband's, and that makes it a legal deduction."
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"Yes ma'am, but did you really spend $5000 entertaining.
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That seems like an extraordinary amount of money to spend
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for entertaining clients," he replied.
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"Certainly, that's what we spent!" Mary said, as she
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leaned over him even more. Now one tit was almost rubbing
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his face.
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He started to get flustered, then he looked back in
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front of him. The other woman, they said her name was
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Greta, was still sitting on the chair, but she had shifted
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position and her legs were spread apart and her skirt had
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slid up her legs. As he looked at her legs, he suddenly
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noticed, "My God, she isn't wearing any panties!"
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A wild and reckless thought occurred to him. Here he was
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in his own office, his boss in the next room, and his
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receptionist on the other side of the door - and he was
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actually thinking how wild it would be to fuck one or both
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of these lovely females!
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"But that's insane," he said the himself. "I would have
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to be mad! My job! My future! Everything would be at
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stake!" But her closeness, her perfume, and the sight of
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the dark-haired woman's lovely beaver was beginning to make
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him want to throw caution to the winds. Once in every man's
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life, there should be a time when he is called upon to do
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something reckless and dangerous.
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He turned around and gently bit Mary on the tit through
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her blouse. There were a few moments of silence as he felt
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his blood pounding wildly in his head. He wanted to take
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one, or maybe even both, of them right now.
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He grinned and looked at Mary, then said, "Maybe you're
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right. Maybe these are legal deductions. I'll see what I
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can do."
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As he said this, he put his hand on her leg and slid it
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up under the back of her skirt and grabbed hold of Mary's
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smooth, round buttocks. His fingers told him that she
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wasn't wearing panties either. He massaged the naked globes
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of her rear for a moment, then stood up and lifted Mary's
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skirt up over her waist and set her on his desk. Greta also
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stood up and slowly began walking toward them.
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"Then the audit is off?" Mary said huskily, reaching
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down to unzip his pants and pulling his cock out of his
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shorts. He was already hard, and he just nodded an answer
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to Mary's question. He felt almost dizzy with passion. And
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yet, there was also the element of risk. It made him all
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the hotter. What if someone walked in and....
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He fondled Mary's big knockers, feeling her nipples
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harden under his fingers. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and
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started sucking on her erect, pink nipples. They responded
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by standing out oven more.
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"Lord, but you've got nice tits, lady," he whispered in
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a voice shaking with anxiety and lust. "You've got a very
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nice pussy, too."
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Greta lifted her skirt and sat down on the desk next to
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Mary. As Mary spread her slim, tanned legs, the IRS man
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slowly pushed his pecker forward into her steaming hot love
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tunnel. Mary moaned as she felt him penetrate her. He
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rubbed his cock forward and back just inside her entrance.
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Her cunt was warm and moist.
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He penetrated her easily and was amazed to find that any
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woman as small as Mary could take his big shaft so effort-
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lessly. Only at the very end of his thrust could he feel
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the tip of his cock come up against the soft rear wall of
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her cunt. He began to fuck her with long, measured strokes
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that nearly drove Mary back onto the desk. Meanwhile, he
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began to finger-fuck the hairy slot of the lovely Greta
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sitting next to Mary. Her pussy was hot and wet too.
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"Oh, give it to me," Mary whispered. "Fuck my hot hole!
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Shove it in hard! Ahhhhyyeeessss! Oh, you fuck so gooood!"
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He continued to pump in and out of Mary's sublime pussy
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for a few minutes, then just as he was ready to come, the
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door burst open and in came his silver-haired boss. "Mister
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Whitcomb!" was all he could manage to gasp.
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But before he could protest, Greta was off the desk and
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in the older man's arms. At first he protested, but her
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actions overwhelmed him. She was soon down on her knees,
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unzipping him, then reaching in and bringing his limp tool
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to life with her fingers. His head spun. He couldn't
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believe this was really happening, but he let this lovely
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woman suck his cock until he was ready to shoot his load.
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He looked down and saw her fingers rubbing her naked, hairy
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pussy as she sucked. He started thrusting his cock harder
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into her mouth.
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If Ralph Whitcomb was shocked at first, it didn't hinder
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his ardor. He now had Mary down on the desk, on top of all
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his papers, and was passionately fucking her, pounding his
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hard cock into her clutching pussy while she moaned words
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of passionate encouragement.
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Mary sobbed her pleasure and Ralph groaned with the
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ecstatic feeling he was experiencing. He shot his love
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juices deep into her, pumping her again and again as the
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papers on his desk flew in all directions. She was moaning
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and her pussy was spasming in her own climax as it squeezed
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the last drops of cum out of his cock. The hot juices of
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his passion flowed out of her well-filled cunt and down the
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lovely tanned legs of the beautiful blonde housewife onto
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the audit papers on his desk.
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He could hear his boss groan as he reached his climax
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and squirted into the lovely dark-haired woman's mouth. It
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had to be a dream, he thought. But he definitely knew that
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the half naked blonde beauty he was fucking was real.
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Suddenly, the door opened again and Miss Lane walked in.
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Her face appeared shocked, but she didn't say anything, she
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just stared. She couldn't take her eyes away from the
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action in front of her. Ralph knew that he was too deeply
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involved already. There was only one way to make sure that
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his receptionist would never give away their secret.
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Ralph was charged up. He had just had an explosive cum
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in the blonde housewife's cunt, but his cock was fully hard
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and erect again. He couldn't believe he could get it up so
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fast, but he did. He went over to Miss Lane, kissed her
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passionately, with his tongue invading her mouth. As he
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felt her start to hug him tightly, he led her to his desk
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where he bent her over, lifted her skirt and lowered her
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pantyhose. There he was, bent over his prim and proper
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secretary, shoving his hot cock, still wet with another
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woman's pussy juice, past the soft white mounds of her ass
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and into her tight little twat. She moaned as his cock
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separated her cunt lips, then began panting excitingly as
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he started to pump in and out of her. It was a wild after-
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noon, one that none of them would ever forget.
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* * * * *
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"So the audit's off," her husband was saying to her that
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evening. "How did you ever talk them into it?"
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"Well...." Mary said, "I guess that I just presented it
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in a way that they could understand."
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"That's great! We got away with it. For once, it's us
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screwing the tax man instead of them screwing us!"
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Mary shrugged, then mused, "Ah, well...in a way. Let's
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just say that the screwing was pretty equal."
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"What?"
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"Oh, nothing, honey."
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"You know, Mary, I'd probably have gotten so mad at that
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IRS guy that I'd have told him off and we'd have had to pay
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a big penalty. I think from now on, I'll let you handle all
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our negotiating."
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"That's a good idea. I get a...a real bang out of...
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ah...negotiating...with other people. It really makes me
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feel ful...filled."
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Ignoring Mary's comment, her husband pointed back to the
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papers. "Look, Mary, these audit papers are a mess. What in
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the world are these funny stains?"
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"Oh, ah...ah...we must have spilled something on them.
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Juice, I think. Yes, it was juice. I remember now," she
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said as a sly smile came to her face.
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