Chapter 36

Mr. Jonesson lost sight of his rational mind. He no longer cared a whiff about Jane, agreeing to Jenny’s request easily. “Sure, whatever you say.” As he said that, he ran his pervy hand down Jenny’s thigh.

“There, don’t say I’m not generous.” As he said that, Mr. Jonesson pulled a wad of cash out of his briefcase. There seemed to be fifty thousand there. “You get one thousand for every song you sing. If you can sing ten songs, you’ll get ten thousand, twenty songs mean twenty thousand. If you’r