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because most people are not rich and do not understand high finance or write off large sums of money to charities. While there are of course worthwhile charities, many that the rich put their money in are as much a tax dodge and financial scheme as anything else. Have you ever wondered how the rich always seem to have their own foundations? It is because they all give to each other’s pet foundations, tax free, and then only five percent of the charities’ money actually goes to help the victims of some horrible mishap or unfortunate circumstance. Yes, but where does the rest go? Well, as it so happens, the foundation is administered by the extended family or friends of the beneficent sponsor rich guy, and then money is siphoned off for administrative operations and gala events. So while they are making donations they are all really paying the others to employ their family, friends, and mistresses, tax free, and to drink and dine tax free at such events.
    You have to envy the rich for their unrelenting craftiness if not for their lack of scruples.
    Anyway, Robert Tyson Grant was a popular penguin at this gathering. He finally managed to peel away from a particularly loud group of squawkers and take the arm of a beautiful woman who looked perfectly and deliciously naked in a black halter sheath gown with red sparkles. The way the rich scoop up the most delectable women is sometimes as infuriating as it is predictable. As you would expect, this one was younger than Grant, pushing forty, though she would probably have pegged her age at a little closer to thirty. To her credit, she had the body of a much younger woman, and her age only showed on her face.
    Who was this lovely, raven-haired creature? An actress? A model? Dixie Faltreau had once been a beauty queen in Georgia, and so went into media. That means TV. She had been an anchor in Atlanta but had realized the benefit of working for rich people’s foundations, of working her way up. While she did actually administer charities shrewdly, she coveted the fat salaries and glamorous life. Of course, for the older patrons she would be the southern belle arm candy, but sometimes she was more. Such as with Robert. She was the director of his foundation, the Grant Charitable Trust.
    You see? These charities are a delightful way for the rich to spend their money. Even the sex is sometimes tax free. It works both ways, too. You will notice that many older rich women have their nonprofits run by younger men with fine physiques.
    Dixie and Robert peeled away from the crowd for a private conversation by a curtained pillar.
    “So I flew out to East Hampton and the little tramp had no contrition, none. She flashed her pussy at me as we flew back overhead to New York. I can’t understand what’s taking our Mexican so long to arrive. Sooner he takes care of Purity the better.”
    “When was he to contact you, sugar?” She found her lip gloss tucked into her cleavage.
    “Yesterday.”
    “You expect a Mexican to be punctual?”
    “Yes. I expect anybody I hire to—”
    “This isn’t just anybody you hired.” Dixie rolled her lips to even the gloss and gently tucked the lip gloss back in her bosom. Grant took the opportunity to stare at her tits a moment before scanning the crowd nearby for eavesdroppers.
    “Robbie, stop looking so guilty.” She pouted her lips and adjusted his tie. “Just think about how hard we’re going to fuck later.”
    He had a real vixen on his hands, didn’t he? Some men have all the luck, and usually all the money, too.
    Robert shifted uncomfortably. He loved it when she talked dirty in public, but it meant he had to make sure his manhood wasn’t on display. Their eyes met, and she gave his cheek a stroke.
    “Relax, the Mexican will get here and we’ll get it all taken care of.”
    “We? You mean me. ”
    “I’m here for you, darling. In fact, I’ve been thinking, perhaps you should let me handle this. Best you not be seen with the Mexican.