The Most Beautiful Creature

Terran

Zach looked thoughtful for a second. “I don’t know. Maybe five, ten percent of the money you are supposed to get?”

That seemed like a lot of money. “I guess that’s fair.”

“I can’t ask a woman who already has money. She’ll have no motivation to keep up the ruse.”

“Ask someone who doesn’t have money.”

“And how do I find that person?” I asked, frustrated. “Am I supposed to go around asking every woman how much money she has in her bank account?”

“Probably not a good idea. You meet a woman, talk to her, get an idea of her background, and make assumptions from there.”

I nodded my head, the idea sounding better and better. “She needs to be around my age and attractive. Bob will never believe the story if I show up with anything other than that.”

Zach was grinning. “This is going to be fun. Now, where should we start looking? How about the waitress?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I can’t go around asking just anybody if they want to participate in a scheme to get money. I need to