There wasn't a car in the lot that I recognized.It was drizzling rain, so I pulled my ballcap down over my eyes and walked to the door.The place was d...rk as it always was, even though it was the middle of the afternoon."Budweiser," I called to the bartender. He was the same one who'd been there the last time I was in the bar. "Bottle."He nodded and I slipped a ten-spot on the bar. I was a little disappointed he didn't ask for ID."Make it two," I told him.He glanced at me a little funny but. Here are my conditions. Six million dollars, half now, half on your survival of the process. A full expense account for all the medical supplies and machinery I'll need. Oh, and a fresh blood sample from Miss Murasaki, obtained *without* harming her." "Already taken care of. I've got a man in the blood bank she donates to regularly. But I must ask, Blackjack, what do you do with all that money? I've heard of some of the fees you've collected; you must be even richer than I am by. I was afraid she might change her mind and wanted to enjoy as much of this young cunt as I could. I thrust into her with force. She moaned out and dug her nails into my back. I knew I was not going to last much longer. As I watched her meet my thrust and her tits shake I blew a huge nut deep in her womb. I could not remember the last time I pumped that jizz into my ex wife. We both collasped onto the bed trying to catch our breaths. We were both worried about our performence to each other and. "You are a teenage GIRL...girls LEARN to become women. First, I think we'll teach you to be a girl, then a ballerina." The remainder of the day, Aukse spent teaching me how to walk and talk like a teenage girl. She informed me that unlike the other girls at the Dance Academy, I would not be allowed to wear shorts, pants, jeans, or slacks. Only skirts and dresses. I would have to learn how to do my own make-up, and how to behave in public. Because I had little practice in the Red Army.