<STRONG>Chapter Eight -- Caputo Kaput</STRONG><BR /><BR />Candi was heartbroken. She lay in bed Saturday morning and refused to answer phone calls from Michelle or John despite their insistent calling. She eventually left the receiver off the hook.<BR /><BR />She didn't get up until after twelve noon and when she saw herself in the mirror she cringed.<BR /><BR />"Fuck them! Looking good is probably the best revenge!"<BR /><BR />Candi painstakingly applied makeup and slipped into the same red leather mini-skirt, white satin blouse, tan pantyhose, red satin knickers and matching bra that she had worn when she had met John at his warehouse the second time.
She brushed her hair, accessorised and applied perfume.<BR /><BR />"Perfect," she smiled in the mirror.<BR /><BR />Her doorbell rang and she slipped into her red high heels and clattered downstairs expecting Michelle or John to be there because she had refused to answer their calls. She was ready to unload her fury on both or either of them.<BR /><BR />"Fuck them! I hope they feel guilty as hell!" she wheezed as she descended the staircase.<BR /><BR />Candi flung open the door and was very surprised to see Dennis Caputo standing there dressed in a business suit holding his hat.<BR /><BR />"Oh! Mister Caputo; it's you?" Candi's surprise registered on her face.
<BR /><BR />"Yes, Miss Pops it is. I'm sorry to call on a weekend but there is something we need to clear up before you return to the Training Academy on Monday."<BR /><BR />"May I come inside?" he asked.<BR /><BR />"Of course, please come in. Can I get you a cup of tea or something?" Candi was very polite.<BR /><BR />"That won't be necessary," he sounded very officious, and uninvited; he walked over to her dining room table and began to shake documents out of a valise.<BR /><BR />Candi recognised the valise as the one she had taken to her interview at Goldwing. It had contained her references, passport, and records of employment. All of which had been forged or counterfeited by John Benstead.<BR /><BR />He fussed about, arranging documents on the table while Candi stood and watched, looking pale and shaking slightly.
<BR /><BR />"Now if you will just come over here Miss Pops I'd like to show you something," Dennis Caputo waved a hand at her officiously.<BR /><BR />Candi stood next to him at the table, his aftershave smelled familiar; maybe she remembered it from the selection day.<BR /><BR />"Look at these documents on the left and then look at the documents on the right," he pointed to the letters on the table.<BR /><BR />Candi's knees started to shake.<BR /><BR />The documents on the left were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Mr. Christopher Nyland and on the right were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Miss Candace Pops.
<BR /><BR />You did not need to be a Rhodes Scholar to figure out that the documents were identical except for the names of the applicants and the gender descriptors in the text.<BR /><BR />"As you can see these documents are identical except for the names and gender of the applicants. I have multiple applications from Mr. Nyland spanning several years but only the one application from yourself."<BR /><BR />"You can see why I am here and need an explanation," he said quite pompously.
<BR /><BR />"Well I don't know this Christopher person so I don't know how I can help you," Candi tried to bluff her way out of it.<BR /><BR />"But look closer at your reference here Miss Pops and I think I might have an explanation for the irregularity," Mr. Caputo said.<BR /><BR />Candi bent over the table to look.<BR /><BR />She was shocked when she felt Dennis Caputo's hand slide under her skirt and grab her buttock.<BR /><BR />"Did you like the cartoon I put in your exercise book?" Mr. Caputo's voice had changed<BR /><BR />Candi froze.
She brushed her hair, accessorised and applied perfume.<BR /><BR />"Perfect," she smiled in the mirror.<BR /><BR />Her doorbell rang and she slipped into her red high heels and clattered downstairs expecting Michelle or John to be there because she had refused to answer their calls. She was ready to unload her fury on both or either of them.<BR /><BR />"Fuck them! I hope they feel guilty as hell!" she wheezed as she descended the staircase.<BR /><BR />Candi flung open the door and was very surprised to see Dennis Caputo standing there dressed in a business suit holding his hat.<BR /><BR />"Oh! Mister Caputo; it's you?" Candi's surprise registered on her face.
<BR /><BR />"Yes, Miss Pops it is. I'm sorry to call on a weekend but there is something we need to clear up before you return to the Training Academy on Monday."<BR /><BR />"May I come inside?" he asked.<BR /><BR />"Of course, please come in. Can I get you a cup of tea or something?" Candi was very polite.<BR /><BR />"That won't be necessary," he sounded very officious, and uninvited; he walked over to her dining room table and began to shake documents out of a valise.<BR /><BR />Candi recognised the valise as the one she had taken to her interview at Goldwing. It had contained her references, passport, and records of employment. All of which had been forged or counterfeited by John Benstead.<BR /><BR />He fussed about, arranging documents on the table while Candi stood and watched, looking pale and shaking slightly.
<BR /><BR />"Now if you will just come over here Miss Pops I'd like to show you something," Dennis Caputo waved a hand at her officiously.<BR /><BR />Candi stood next to him at the table, his aftershave smelled familiar; maybe she remembered it from the selection day.<BR /><BR />"Look at these documents on the left and then look at the documents on the right," he pointed to the letters on the table.<BR /><BR />Candi's knees started to shake.<BR /><BR />The documents on the left were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Mr. Christopher Nyland and on the right were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Miss Candace Pops.
<BR /><BR />You did not need to be a Rhodes Scholar to figure out that the documents were identical except for the names of the applicants and the gender descriptors in the text.<BR /><BR />"As you can see these documents are identical except for the names and gender of the applicants. I have multiple applications from Mr. Nyland spanning several years but only the one application from yourself."<BR /><BR />"You can see why I am here and need an explanation," he said quite pompously.
<BR /><BR />"Well I don't know this Christopher person so I don't know how I can help you," Candi tried to bluff her way out of it.<BR /><BR />"But look closer at your reference here Miss Pops and I think I might have an explanation for the irregularity," Mr. Caputo said.<BR /><BR />Candi bent over the table to look.<BR /><BR />She was shocked when she felt Dennis Caputo's hand slide under her skirt and grab her buttock.<BR /><BR />"Did you like the cartoon I put in your exercise book?" Mr. Caputo's voice had changed<BR /><BR />Candi froze.
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