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She slowed and was soon resting ribcage deep and her breasts were actually floating on the surface.
She was not the Bimbo I had thought I had created, but remained quite intelligent... to my delight.
"Did you bring any rope to get me out? Or is my shirt going to be required as a Field Expedient Method for extraction?" "I feel terrible for making a mess of your dress shoes and stockings. Is there anything I can do to cover your losses?"
"Well, $1500 should allow you to clean it up... the two of us together... slowly. Or $50 and I'll clean it up myself. A third option is, over the course of a few years, we clean it up ourselves, several times."
Looking into her eyes was always mesmerizing, and that third option was by far the better one. "I like the third option, very much. Is there a way we could work out the details over dinner?" And that antidote needed to be administered.
"That sounds wonderful. I need to get back to the classroom to add the A+ to your grades, and get ready. You're taking me to someplace nice."
I wouldn't have it any other way. Yep... smart girl.