follow me we have a sale to organise."

"A sale ? Oh please Ronald I love you it was just a mistake! There is no need for all of this." She pleaded, managing to cry on command.

"Yeah just what I though leaving my house this morning, with all your stuff laying around. There is no need for all of this! So I will sell everything I for which I have no use, or rather you will sell it." He replied.

She smiled, with her very expensive clothes and jewelry, even sold at a discount she would make a fortune, with that money she wouldn’t 't need a job to repay him, even selling useless stuff! She would only have to fake doing chores and if she started putting out with him he might fall in love with her again and forget all of this.

"Thank you Ronald for letting me sell some of my old stuff, I don't know how I would have found the 1200$ without this! Some of those things were becoming worn and untrendy anyway." She replied.

He had a frown and then bursted in a long laugh.

"You misunderstood me, you will sell this stuff for me, you are not getting paid it's part of your chores and your community service. You'll still owe me the money. And we won't sell only the old untrendy stuff, you will sell all of it." He replied.

The horror , her beautiful wardrobe assembled with care will disappear piece by piece to neighbours and strangers.

Though she had an idea.

"But the judge said I could use my stuff." She told him.

"Yes and you will until it is sold, but everything goes on sale." He replied.

Success ! Her plan would work!

If she kept the prices high enough and did a bad job selling them, she could keep most of it and waste her community service hours doing that instead of chores.

She would still have to find a job, but with her body and nice clothes she would easily find some slimy perv to hire her just to hang around and pretend to work.

They drove back to his house and she saw a lot of tables in the front yard.

This would be a yard sale, open to the street! Some of Ronald coworkers were giving a hand emptying cardboard boxxes on the tables.

She recognised here all her clothes and most of her possessions.

They were using tagging machines to put prices on things.

"How much is that stuff? " asked one to another holding a 6000$ designer dress.

"Don't know how about 100 bucks, the machine has only 3 digits anyway. " replied the other.

Ronald looked at the scene with a smile seeing them ruffling through her underwear.