“Let me out of here!” my boss yelled, as the door shut with a loud click, downing out the rest of her protests. I was now standing in a bright, wh...te hallway. I saw doors spaced periodically along the walls. “This way,” said the woman, and led me to a nearby door. She opened it but didn't go inside. “If you do as you are told, you won't be hurt,” she said, giving me a stern smile. “I'm going to need you to do some things for me. In there,” she said, pointing into the room, “you need to. The company as a whole has a value as stated on their balance sheet, what they call the Book Price, and that’s the value we had to report to the government for Inheritance Tax purposes, but that doesn’t really reflect what the shares are worth. They’re really only worth what someone is willing to pay for them. If no one wants to buy them, then they aren’t worth anything per se, even though they do provide an income.”“So, I could sell these shares? Even though they can’t be sold on the stock. Mandy looked at me in horror. Not only was I exposing my chest without an excuse, but I was doing it in front of her mother.“It stank. I washed it,” I said.“Get him one of Bradley’s t-shirts,” Mrs Hubert said calmly and as the girl went off to do that, the woman smirked and said,“Been practising?”I blushed and she said quietly,“Tomorrow morning.”“I’ve got school,” I protested feebly.“Bunk off,” she said. “Unless maths is more important than life skills.”~~~As I approached the house at 9:15 the. So I took of my shirt too and we just played the part of a couple cuddling in bed without shirts. We kept telling our younger cousins we needed to reshoot over and over again even though they did fine(I think you know why).Flash forward to december 2011. I was staying at her house for a week because my parents were off on some christmas missions trip. As you might have already guessed, roleplay is a usual activity in our group of cousins. Our cousins live on a huge plot of land, and have.