22 1/2 minutes late and a Dollar Short

"You're still barefoot, bitch!", the onlookers try to taunt the now resplendent merchant as she makes her way through the town.

"She's not just barefoot, she's BIG FOOT!", and a raucous laughter fills the crowd.

Still Jorella presses on, and she's making a good pace, even if she is now beginning to sweat up a storm.

The crowd, annoyed they aren't getting the same reaction whisper to each other and laugh.

Instead of a copper on a carriage why not take the cross town Jorella express.

Soon freeloaders begin piling on and soiling the soft silk as Jorella is **** to work harder and harder to go slower and slower.

Soon so many people are piling on that the wooden cart is groaning and slipping into the mud until finally Jorella looks over her shoulder.

"Hey, get off! You'll make it break!", Jorella pouts when she sees the dozen free riders.

Instead of getting off the people begin to insolently bounce up and down in unison, the momentum bouncing the cart up and down until, SNAP! The axle is kaput.

"You wrecked it!!", whines Jorella, "How am I gonna get this all there in time?!".

"Better hurry bare handed and bare footed, bitch!", the crowd laughs as the riders pile off.

Jorella knows she has **** and rushes the last few blocks with pile after pile of precious cargo, putting it at the front of the inn before racing back. Only a few sheets are lost to thieves and a gasping Jorella is pounding the inn's door after just 20 minutes.

"You're late!", Bev says cheerily.

"Alright, whatever, take a whole sheet.", Jorella sighs, still glad she got back clothed.

"Actually you're 22 and a half minutes late.", Bev smirks.

"And?", Jorella queries ignorantly.

"Our agreement was for a square inch of cloth doubled for every minute you were late.", Bev informs her.

Jorella stares back blankly.

"You stupid cow, that means you owe me 4,576 yards of cloth."

The information dawns on Jorella.

"BUT THAT MEANS YOU GET, LIKE, ALL OF IT!!"

"Mmmmhmmm.", Bev laughs as she takes the dirtiest top pile and tosses it to Jorella, "Here's your change, bitch. Have a nice day."

Jorella holds her handful of cloth and fumes.