Even my hair felt like it hurt. I opened my eyes, and wished I hadn't. I must have made a noise, because someone was at my side asking me how I felt."...y Lord, you must drink this. It will help you," said a soft voice."What is it? What happened?" I asked still confused.I drank the crap they gave me. Yes, medicine everywhere, tastes like crap. But I immediately started feeling better. I started to feel well enough; that I thought it might not be a bad thing to live, after all."What happened?" I. Suddenly he stopped, the second guy came next to me: “It’s my turn” He slowly touch my belly going down my butt and my legs until he reached my feet. He stopped, maybe it is finished. One guy went out, I was just staying there, in this uncomfortable position with one police officer still asking questions. The other one went back, with a box, he opened it and take out one latex glove. I realised what was going to happen. While one was wearing gloves, the other one take off my dress. “Look at. Shit, I think I’m going to enjoy being rich.“Arlene,” he yelled, “come here, please.”Arlene was there in about one second flat. She had been eavesdropping just outside the open door and almost bowled Jeff over as he stood up.Diana heard all the ruckus and looked in. “I assume that Mr. Wainwright said yes,” she said, laughing with them.“More than that,” Jeff answered. “He acted as if he couldn’t imagine why I had bothered to call him instead of the pilot.”“Now, can I call my friends and tell. I rolled my eyes in disgust before stomping past them and into the warm office. Gretchen followed me in and headed right for the restroom."I'll be back. I need to ritually cleanse myself. We'll end up owning Devon and his cab with the fares we pay before I get into another junker like that!" she said, defying me to argue.Not that I had any intention of arguing. "Fine by me. We can lease him or something. It would be cheaper than buying another car. Besides, aren't we supposed to have a driver?".