Payback can be fun.

The two women stood before him, moving self consciously from one foot to the other, each hoping that either the other one, or indeed myself would break the silence, but I had all the time in the world. Both women were in the mid thirties, but had the bodies that only money and hours spent with their personal trainers could bring. But now they needed me. Well not me exactly, my money.

But let me go back a bit and fill you in on how we, or should I say they, arrived at this situation.

I had known the blond woman since the day she had been born, and the husband of the other one from his birth. I had been at school with their Father, and had remained friends after we left senior school. We had nothing at all in common, but such friendships are forged in the heat of battle. Well in our case when Sam had been doing a Custer’s Last Stand against the school bully and his gang. Sam was going down, but making sure the other lot knew they had been in a fight. I waded in and between us, we hammered the gang leader. After that we watched each others back for the five years we were at school together.

We married within months of each other, and our wives became good friends. Indeed after mine divorced me, deciding I was to boring and stuck in my ways. She remained friends with Carol, Sam’s wife, and now and again our paths would cross. That is until Sam picked an argument with a HGV on the Motorway and left Carol well off.

A few days after the funeral, I received a message from her son stating that I no longer fitted in with their way of life, and I was not welcome anymore. I could see the workings of my ex behind that, but didn’t push it.
A few months later things, (Well for me.) changed. I won the biggest rollover on the Euro Lottery ever seen. £165 Million. I invested a lump sum in a rising company just before the announcement of a breakthrough, and within weeks my money totalled well over £200 Million and rising. After that I bought a house set in its own twenty acres in an area were property was still reasonable.

The locals loved me because I employed only locals to do the repairs, thus bringing work to an area where jobs were few, then I allowed them to still use the grounds of my home, and indeed the vast kitchens from this once big house for things like Summer Fairs etc. to which I always made a large donation.

Meanwhile though, the bottom had fallen out of Carols world in the shape of her Son and Son in Law.

Alan, her son, saw himself as a business man, and with the aid of his Brother in Law set up a small company, which they assured everybody would make them all rich. Within a year it had gone belly up, but leaving Alan and Peter mostly untouched because of the way they had financed it.

A few months later they started a second business, but this time borrowed from certain ex Soviet Block people when the money raised from mortgaging both their own homes and without telling her, Carols home wasn’t enough.

Now too that business (With I must admit) with a little help from me, had also gone bust. Only this time, those cold hard men from Russia wanted their pound of flesh.

Which brought me back to why their wives now stood in front of me.

Laura, the daughter of my late friend, and number one prize winning bitch, broke the silence. She was used to men fawning around her, and assumed I would do the same. One flash of those baby blue eyes, or more so those tits half hanging out of that low cut blouse and I would be pulling out my cheque book. She gave me her Little girl lost look and started. “Uncle Frank I…”

I held up my hand. “I am not your uncle, and you only ever tried that on me when you wanted something.” I looked at my expensive watch before continuing. “ So whatever it is Laura get a move on, as I haven’t got all day.”

She changed tactics. “I, I mean we, need money. Alan has gotten himself into a slight problem and he and Peter are doing a deal to sort it out. Meanwhile I er we need a loan to see us over the problem.”

“And?” I was going to drag every last breath out of her.

“I, er we rather hoped you, as a friend of the family, would loan us the cash.”

“The slight dept you owe is…” I reached for a piece of paper on the desk that stood between them and myself.