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Riley's Bar chp 2this story is part of the FanClub (fm:other, 5736 words) [2/9] show all parts

Author: Just Plain Bob
Added: Mar 02 2009Views / Reads: 1452 / 1301 [90%]Part vote: 9.20 (5 votes)
Just another story about a man and the women in his life.
 


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I went over to Woodbine and talked to my old boss and he gave me a job. I had to go through the hiring process again and that meant filling out all the applications and other assorted paperwork. I didn't know if it would be caught in the office, but I thought it might be worth a try so when I got to the block where it asked for the social security number I put in the number of my Grandfather on my father's side of the family. He had been dead for three years and since I had been named after him and had the same name and he had been single when he died and no one had put in for survivor's benefits I was hoping that the Social Security Administration wouldn't notice.

As long as Elaine and her lawyer didn't know where I worked (and I would do my level best to see that they never found out) he only way they could find me to garnish my wages would be through my social security number which would show that I wasn't working or if I was it was under the table somewhere for cash. If they couldn't find me, they couldn't get anything out of me.

I had money. When the divorce paperwork and the restraining order were served I had cleaned out all of my accounts against the possibility that Elaine's lawyer might be able to freeze the accounts or somehow seize them. I didn't believe in credit cards so I dealt strictly in cash. When I got paid I cashed my check and put the money in ‘my bank' which was a lockbox bolted to the floor under the rear seat of my crew cab pickup and when it built up to a good sized amount I bought a ...

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