Are those high heels?"Awake yet, fucker?" A woman's voice asks. She walks around into my field of vision as I lift my head somewhat.. She looks like a...dominatrix, all leather and latex. Her leather apron and latex gloves freak me out. This isn't the kind of thing I'm into."Whr mmmeye?" I mumble."Awake it is. Good, I was hoping you'd be. It'll be so much more satisfying for you to experience everything."As she talks, I begin to take in more of my surroundings. From the feeling of things, the. Public records say a Matthew Rothmanpurchased it ;)." Oh shit!" Veronica thought to herself. "This guy fucking knows my realname!" Countless thoughts ran through her head as she tried to decide howto proceed. She could just stop responding and hope it all blew over. Shecould beg him to not say anything or she could pretend that she waslying. But Sam quickly eliminated all hope she had of escaping thesituation when he followed his message with a picture of Matt; hisprofile picture on his. Gym class presented a problem. We were running on the track, and I, of course, was barefoot. I did my best, but by the middle of the period my feet were sore as hell, and had turned black from the asphalt. The coach wasn't looking so I slowed to a walk. I noticed I was getting a lot of attention from the little kids at the playground across the street. Some of them were naked too, but they'd probably never seen someone my age naked unless they had older siblings. Impulsively, I waved at them,. My chance of being in the jackpot were directly tied to who they pick up in the raid.So I walked through the lounge looking for Monk. I was beginning to worry he had been missing for over a week. I hadn't seen mine gone that long before. So I decided to take a look in his shop. It beat sitting at home worrying myself sick.The Toyota warmed up about the same time I reached his shop. Since the repair shop was just a cover for the real business I didn't expect too much. I wasn't disappointed.