We were broke, very, very broke. Overdrafted to the eyeballs, credit cards to their limit and the mortgage three months behind. We were at the stage where we were wondering how we had got into this mess and where the next weeks groceries were going to come from. There did not seem to be any end of the tunnel and a light was out of the question.nnThis is why I looked at the email, even though I knew it was just spam. The subject line promised a thousand pounds for one hours work. When I opened it I was not totally surprised by the content, I had seen others like it but had just deleted them. That was before and this was a very poor now.nn"Would you watch you wife get fucked for a thousand pound?" it asked. A thousand pounds would sort out our most pressing problems, and for a moment I considered the question.nnI was just about to hit the delete button when Alex looked over my shoulder and said "A thousand pounds!, wow, we could do with that."nnThe delete button never got pushed. "Would you even consider it?" I asked.nn"For a thousand pounds I'd watch you get fucked!" she replied.nn"Are you sure?" I asked, and suddenly we were not joking.