Cinderella for a Millionaire

It’s very hard to be a modern Cinderella: stepmothers have become even meaner, stepsisters even more jealous, stepbrothers get bold, the fairy godmothers don’t rush to help and don’t give out crystal slippers. And worst of all—princes are totally different now. I ran into one here: “Fifty thousand… alright, sixty thousand for your pretty little eyes. But, of course, not just like that. With the condition that you deliver me pleasure right now. And if I like it, maybe this won’t be our last meeting. You pulled the lucky ticket by throwing yourself under my car. Now nod if you understand—and we’ll begin.” I didn’t nod. But not knowing how to express my outrage, I bit his fingers—with all my might… It hurt!