After..., Part 2: Ellen texted a newer partner. Meet me. There was no need to detail where, or even when. Both had a similar purpose. Both needed

money.  As for the partner, whatever the particular situation, Ellen didn't know, and didn't care to know.  Ellen was late on her car payment.  Sure, one could pass judgment on her for buying more car than was necessary for a junior exec.  But the matter was: the proverbial, if-ya-wanna-run-with-the-big-dogs...  Ellen peered inside a showroom window.  The sofa within, sort of resembled the one she'd seen in Daisy's outer office.  Of course, the sofa inside, was likely a knock-off - since, the particular store was but moderately upscale.  Needful to say, Ellen had never been inside Daisy's inner office - let alone to be a guest at one of Daisy's fabulous parties.  

Oh, the bane of Ellen 's existence.  She was no longer young.  Her last birthday, delivered the number 52.  While she could still carry herself reasonably well in a backless, sleeveless pencil dress, a thong bikini was no longer even a question.  Needless to say, Ellen chose not to participate at the poolside activities, given over at the country club.  She would instead remain inside the east lounge.  Yeah, that was another problem :  dues were coming up the month after next.   

She had some time, and so stopped inside a little tavern for a glass of wine.  Granted, she preferred a micro-brew, but beer - even one - eventually, will add up to pounds.  Which was one reason why Ellen remained slender.  When she drank, she drank one.  On her way out, she first stopped into the rest-room.  Glancing at the mirror, that was another issue.  Green dragons were on the way out ; she needed to have her mark redone.  And yikes, that was about as much as the stupid dues.  

Which was why, she needed to count to ten and get it together.   The street fair would soon be hosting the community's pre-halloween parade - with free hot dogs, soda and candy.  Lots of kiddos, some coming over from tent-town - kids, whom law-enforcement would find it difficult to track, if one or more of the little ... was to end up, uhm, missing.  Yep, pulling this off would not only get the car paid up, but get the insurance premium off her tail as well - that was coming due around turkey day.