After a minute he opened it.I said hello and thanked him for getting me in the rain and making sure I got home safe. He said it was nothing and was ha...py to do it. He asked if I wanted to come inside, I said yes. We went to the front room and sat,he asked if my grandmother knew where I was, I said I think so. I told her I was going exploring again. He said that's fine. He asked what I wanted to do, I said if you don't mind can you show me how to play that game we played yesterday. He looked. ” His mother’s voice filtered down the stairs from her bedroom.Elliott made his way up and dropped his knapsack in his room before tapping at his mother’s partly open door.“Come in, sweetie. I’m starting to get ready.”Elliott stepped into his mother’s room. Immediately he was hit by the deliciously alluring scent of a woman’s boudoir. The subtle, yet inviting fragrances of perfumes, shampoos, and other similar products drifted into his senses like a comforting cloak.His mother was sitting in. And the ring he was wearing.The stab of pain had me clutching my case tighter like it was some zen shield to protect me from my demons as I dropped my eyes trying to hide the soul-crushing disappointment I was feeling. Well, there you go, Batman. Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened out towards the company lobby.Oh shoot, what do I do now?I was super-glued to the floor and stood there like a sap chewing on the top of my case. Asian. Latin. Middle-Eastern. Single. Married. Divorced. Athlete. Professional. Housewife. None of them did it for me. I wanted something these women simply didn’t have. And I think they knew it. Where could I get a sexy tomboy who loves contact sports, and doesn’t hate men, sees both sides of social issues as opposed to automatically playing along gender lines, and has a strong individualistic mindset, along with a killer body? Yeah, it’s what I thought. I couldn’t replace Ivana Dos Santos..