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All Rights Reserved TAX INSPECTOR By Jessica Matthews “You've applied for an interview with the Internal Revenue Service?” Kathy gasped in astonishment. “What's wrong with that?” Jack asked. “They need accountants, and I'm not con- nected to anyone who'll give me a job where I don't get paid while they think about making me a partner in fifteen years time.” “But it's so boring,” Kathy replied. “I don't want to be hanging around with the tax man.” “But Kathy,” Jack tried to convince her. “They give a student allowance. I need the money.” “You need real money if you're going to be taking me anywhere this summer,” Kathy said. “I'm broke,” Jack admitted. “I can't go anywhere, I need to work the vacation.” “Well in that case, I'm not hanging around. I'm off to find someone who wants a good time in the vacation. Maybe I'll see you next year, but don't bet on it.” She turned and slammed the door on her way out of his life. ----- The summer vacations were always a problem for Jack. He had to earn enough money to carry him through the next semester, and hopefully have some left to cover Christmas. It wasn't always possible. His parents had left a small trust fund, but his older brother's fees at law school had accounted for most of it. He couldn't afford to follow the same path, and was studying accountancy at a state university. His desire for a holiday that he could never afford took him to work in the resort towns in the desert. He spent an exhausting summer as a kitchen porter, then a got a job as a waiter in one of the better hotels. He worked every hour that came, grabbing all the extra shifts and hustling for extra tips. He lived in the staff quarters of the hotel, with all the prob- lems that entailed. It wasn't an ideal place to stay but he made a few friends. Susan and Alan in particular looked after him. They were both graduates, but they were Page - 3 TAX INSPECTOR BY JESSICA MATTHEWS Copyrighted Material Not for Redistribution or Resale working in the same resort to finance their next courses. They intended to work through a gap year, then return to study. The next academic year was a struggle to survive juggling his time between part time jobs and a heavy academic load. Kathy remained true to her word. He saw her a couple of times, but she made sure not to catch his eye, unless she was riding in someone's BMW. His summer earnings were enough to pay his fees, but left very little for his other expenses. His weight dropped to a spare 125 pounds, which on his five foot six height looked really thin. He had worked very hard and got the third best grades in his year. He was offered an internship with one of the big city firms, but as they weren't offering any money, he couldn't take it, even though it may have become a way in to a job when he graduated. When he returned to the resort, he was determined to make the most money he could. He called all Susan and Alan as soon as he arrived, looking for a base to start his job search but they appeared to have moved on. He ended up sleeping on the floor of the staff room he had shared the previous year. Within a day he was interviewed for a waiter's job. “I see you've worked in this town before,” Lisa Stone said, glancing at his applica- tion forms. “I have to see everyone we're thinking of hiring, we have a reputation to maintain in this casino. You look real pale and unhealthy, I'm not sure our clients would like that. Staff here should look healthy and happy.“ “I'll look better when I've been here a week or two,” Jack explained. “It feels as if I've not seen the outside of a library or a study since I was here last year.“ “Okay, you're hired. It's minimum wage, and you get to use the staff hostel, so we keep half the wage to cover costs. Tips are yours, so you could be onto a good thing. Read the rules carefully, and make sure you're always smart and smiling where the guests can see you,” Lisa held out her hand for him to clasp. “I hope you're happy here. We’ll meet for a review of your work sometime next week.“ Jeff drew his uniform from the hotel laundry. He reported to the supervisor and was placed on the roster. He had time to install his things in the cubicle of the hostel that had been allocated to him, but then he had to change for the start of his first shift. He started waiting on tables. It was just like he had never been away; even the menu he had to recite was identical. He had survived the early evening diners, and was pleased with the tips that he had earned. It was a change to have money in his pocket. He was left on duty whilst the others took a break in a quiet period when to his surprise he saw Susan looking very prosperous come in to the restaurant with another girl. With a smile on his face he took the menu over to their table. “Jeff. How lovely to see you again,” Susan stood and kissed him on the cheek like a long lost friend. “Why didn't you call.“ “I did,” He explained, noticing her beautiful dress. Last year, she had been thread- bare, and never wore make up or jewelry. Now she was like a cover girl, with expensive looking baubles to match. “The guy I spoke to didn't know you and couldn't give me a forwarding address.“ Page - 4 Copyright by Friendly Applications, Inc. All Rights Reserved “We had to move several times,” Susan said. “She had to keep one jump ahead of her creditors,” Her companion said softly.“ Jeff, this is Allison,” Susan introduced the girl with her. Where Susan was elegant, this girl was stunning, and she looked like she knew it. Her red silk blouse was open to show the hint of her generous breasts, with the lace edges of a darker red bra just visible. Her hair was straight ash blonde touching her shoulders, not natural, but expensive and swinging as she moved. Her skirt was nar- row, slightly darker and almost to her knees. He glanced at her long slender legs, her red stiletto heel shoes with dark red toenails peeping through the straps. She was something else. “Everyone calls me Alley,” She said, her voice deep and husky. She held out her hand to shake Jeff's, extravagantly long crimson nails scratching his palm as he took it delicately. He seemed to move slowly as he looked into her spar- kling green eyes, beneath long lashes.