The total value goes back to a hundred thousand and the paper difference of ten thousand is lost. If you had shorted that stock or bought puts on the ...tock, then as I lost the ten thousand, you made ten thousand. Therefore, as a whole, the economy still has that ten thousand that it can use. If you didn't sell short or buy puts, then my loss would equal an economic loss to society." So I could still use the ten thousand that I made to buy a dinner, a car, or a hooker and keep people employed. The night would be theirs. She undressed and got in the shower. When she got out she put on a skimpy thong and her sheerest bra. She had large but firm tits. Big round nipples. Her pussy was waxed and very smooth. Her ass was round and firm and great for being massaged. She then put on a thin silky short dress cut low in front to accent her cleavage. She was going to look sexy for the handsome man. She checked herself in the mirror. Her tits strained against the material of the dress and it was. When the king did finally send her clothing, he brought it. And when she was bleeding, he gave her rags and water. But all this he did with an air of being put to, his impersonal looks always making her eager to see him go. And so Clymia lived the next month in much the same fashion. Our king would come to fuck twice or thrice a day, sometimes briefly, but sometimes for more than an hour, for he was a young man with royal appetite. He spoke only to explain his whims, and she silently did. Sweetness and she were in a dark tent where only the patches of sun through the black tarpaulin allowed sufficient illumination for her to see where she was. She collapsed from pain and exhaustion, pleased only that the worst agonies were over, and then the darkness that had bubbled in the recesses of her mind overwhelmed her and that was the last she could remember. When she awoke, she didn’t know when, she was able to examine the tent where they had been left. There was very little to it..