” “You figured that out and found that music to put together that fast? How quick do you think you could throw together say fifteen minutes for a ...ance routine?”“That would be asking a lot, I do not even know what exotic dancers dance to these days, I have not been in a strip club for at least sixteen years.” I realized something and then grinned. “You were probably in diapers when I last went to a peeler bar.” She started to laugh so hard she almost choked on the scotch she was trying to. "He was glad that was settled. Now all he had to do was get his homeworkdone and hopefully get some sleep before tomorrow.As it always happened, he thought. Things rarely worked out for him. Ashe had finished his homework and began to settle into bed for a goodnights sleep. The worst thing happened. He was already snuggled into bedwhen his bedroom door opened and someone walked in. 'I wonder who thiscould be'. He thought sarcastically. "Hello Rachael what do you want fromme," He asked. . physical....comfort...' She doesn'tunderstand at first, but then it dawns on her he wants to have sex withher. He wants her to pay for her groceries with sex! 'Herr Schuster! I.... that is....' She begins to complain at hisforwardness, but even as she speaks, she has a feeling, deep down inside,that unless Bettina and she want to go hungry, there is nothing she can dobut agree to his request. She goes quiet and stares at the floor for aminute. Desperately she tries to think if there is. ‘I’ll keep my mouth shut, if you do some things for me.’ Homework? Wash his car? Pick out his clothes? Whatever it was, the humiliation of being fired or even simply accused at work and the rumors that would fly around school were too much. Anything he required was acceptable. ‘S-s-sure,’ I stammered. ‘Whatever you’d like, Tony, if we can just keep this between you and me.’ ‘It’s pretty simple. I just want you to take off your clothes and put on this outfit,’ he said with a wry grin, indicating.