Embezzlement

We held our first Monkees Fan Club meeting in my backyard playhouse. We girls were gaga over the TV pop band’s music and zany antics.
Lacking a meeting agenda, we thumbed through fan magazines. It was not particularly inspiring. Having provided the meeting place, I felt responsible to pep up the atmosphere. The playhouse lacked electricity, though, so we couldn’t listen to their new album. The meeting dragged. I then remembered that club membership involved collecting dues. Without question, each girl eagerly handed me some coins.
Though we swore to meet every week, we never did meet again. Later on, feeling mildly guilty, I pocketed all of the collected change.