NO

"So now that I'm rich, you want to get with me?" Fred asked himself. He gripped the stone. "Sorry, Chynthia," he said. "I don't want to keep you from your second job."

"My second job?"

"Giving blowjobs to elderly rich men for $100."

Cynthia blushed and looked down at the desk.

"It's OK. You're a gold-digger," said Fred. "You should brag about it to all of your friends."

"You're right. I should. It's a shame you're not elderly."

"Well, give me all of the money you have in your purse then transfer all of the money from your account into mine, so you don't get into trouble for accusing me of staring at your breasts."

"Oh my god, of course!" she said. She reached down and picked up her purse. She took out her wallet and handed Fred $48 dollars. "I'll have my money in your account shortly. Anything else?"

"Give me $1000 in $100 bills."

"Yes, sir."

A few moments later, Fred left the bank with a fresh $1044 in his wallet.