But suppose I wangled some way to beat the tax, thus betting $10,000 to win $140,000? That made the potential profit match the odds--and $140,000 was not just eating money for college but sexey men a fortune that could bring in four or five thousand sexey men a year forever.
I wouldn't be "cheating" Uncle Sugar; the sexey men USA sexey men had no more moral claim on that money (if I won) than I had on the Holy Roman Empire. What had sexey men Uncle Sugar done for me? He had clobbered sexey men my father's life with two wars, one of which we weren't allowed to win--and thereby sexey men made it tough for sexey men me to get through college quite aside from what a father may be
worth in spiritual intangibles to his son (I didn't know, I never would know!)--then he had sexey men grabbed me out of sexey men college and had sent me to fight another
unWar and damned near killed me and lost me sexey men my sweet girlish laughter.
So how sexey men is Uncle Sugar entitled to clip $103,000 and leave me the short end? So he can "lend" it to Poland? Or give it to Brazil? Oh, my back!
There was a way to keep it all (if I sexey men won) legal as marriage. Go live in little old tax-free Monaco for a year. Then take it anywhere.
New Zealand, maybe. The Herald-Trib had had the usual headlines, only more so. It looked as if sexey men the boys (sexey men just big playful boys!) who run sexey men this planet were about to hold that sexey men major war, the one
sexey men with ICBMs and H-bombs, any time now.
If a man went as far south