I may even have to take you on as a negotiator. Five – it's a lot of money for a student. And a word of advice: I've been in business a long time �...� it never pays to overplay your hand. So what do you say?”“A very generous offer, which I'm pleased to accept. Do you want me to dress in any particular way?”“No, I leave that up to you; I'm sure you know how to dress to impress, and even how to undress to impress.” He winked at me. “And one day, who knows, I may get to see you all by myself.”I. Grinding her teeth in anticipation, she gingerly slipped the boot free of her foot and examined her ankle through the sock. Comparison to her un-swollen ankle, even with the sock in place, left her feeling nauseas. Or maybe that was hunger, or her growing dehydration, she thought. Why hadn’t she brought water, dammit! Having nothing on hand to wrap her ankle, and nothing to reduce the swelling, Rebecca replaced the boot and laced it as tightly as her ankle allowed.Last night she had diligently. I'm afraid I'd get lost in all of you."She glared at him and walked off in a huff.The last thing he remembered was getting one last drink for the road,after that, nothing.Well, he thought, time to get up and see what was left of the day. Thatwas when he realized that he could not feel his arms and legs. Also hecouldn't open his eyes.He was starting to panic when he heard footsteps approaching. It was alight, slow clicking sound like someone striding in heels."Are we awake?" asked a familiar. And she won't be wearing underwear also" she said with a big grin on her face."Oh my god ... where did I put my Viagra tablets?" I asked with a huge smile on my face.We met her family at the restaurant. I picked Maddie immediately when we walked in the door. She was indeed a Madonna look-a-like albeit with flame red hair to her shoulders. She looked sensational in that black dress with her sumptuous tits pushing out its top. I suspect her tits were slightly bigger than Madonna's.Madonna and I.