That she not tell Amy

"My condition is that you not tell Amy. I don't want her to think that I'm only hanging with her because you're paying me."

"Of course, Matt. I wouldn't think about telling her."

"And you'll deliver the payment in cash, in person."

"I was planning on writing a check."

"Look, Mrs. Hartman, I don't have a car. Getting down to San Pedro to open a bank account just to deposit your checks wouldn't be very convenient."

"Okay. I could use an ATM."

"Perfect. And cash delivered in person. Don't even think about sending it over with Amy. I mean, your daughter is not stupid. She would figure that something was going on. So--"

"Very good thinking, Matt. I'll deliver the first hundred on Tuesday."

Perfect. And the in-person delivery would give Matt a chance to see if he could move forward with Eliza. There was something about her big fake tits and elegant body that turned him on.

He wondered how long he could keep this exploit going. A hundred a week would be over five thousand dollars if he could manage to work it through the next school year. Then again, the longest he'd ever had a real girlfriend was two days.

He suspected he'd need help.