Suddenly while I was about to cross her, she slipped and fell down. I immediately helped her get up. Apparently she had twisted her ankle. She was not...about to walk properly. I asked if I should I call anyone but she refused. She lived on the 7th floor of my block. I insisted I’ll accompany her to the flat. She agreed. She was limping but I held her hand and we both reached her flat. I expected to see her husband or some kids in there but to my surprise she told me she was alone. I helped her. What changed even more was her look. The plain hair was now a flowing mane that always seemed perfect whether it was styled or just pulled back into a ponytail. Her makeup perfectly complimented her light freckles instead of trying to hide them. Ugly glasses were replaced with contact lenses. Baggy, plain looking clothes were replaced with ones that emphasized her long legs, great ass, and trim waist. I’m sure plenty of people wondered what she was doing with someone who looked like me. I know. Right is out there somewhere, but my sister will never find him — especially now that she was no longer looking for him. This is just as well. I want her all to myself.My sister stopped dating completely, much to the disappointment to the various morons who had not yet had a chance to dump her. This is an important milestone in my plot to become a hopeless loser. Even if my plan failed completely, I had already accomplished quite a bit. Not only was my sister paying to take me out to dinner but. I worked hard, and the instructor agreed that I was ready to take the exam for my license any time I wanted to. The problem, now, was that I needed a car to use for my exam, and I didn't have one. The only person who might help out there was Sheila's mother.She wasn't too excited about letting me borrow her car for the test, but she finally gave in with a lot of prodding from Sheila. I took the test and passed with a perfect score. Now, all I needed was a way to buy a car. That was going to be.