The rolling cars below, thronging their way to the suburbs sounded like the rush of water from a broken fire hydrant.A drunk, pedaling along on an old...bicycle wove up behind me and I stuck out my thumb. He stopped and I hopped up onto the crossbar. He wobbled and swayed as he struggled to propel the over-laden contraption forward, I used my outstretched foot to keep it off the wall of the tunnel.By the end of the kilometre long tunnel, my chauffeur was blown by the exertion and the. I knew that I could do better next time, but I was as pretty as any of the girls in Chad's magazinesand that was very thrilling to me. I gave myself bangs hanging downover my forehead and then teased the rest of my medium length darkbrown hair up.There was no more Mark left in the mirror. There was only Mia and shewas here to stay. I loved being her.I picked up the lipstick "Classic Wine" and slowly rotated it out ofits shiny tube. It was so pretty and shiny and obviously never used.That was. Yeah, cars are useful in a pinch, but for what I had in mind, a bed would be much better. She certainly seems interested, given our night on her couch.Tuesday, she rang the bell a little before 6:30 as I was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Simple. A baked potato, steamed veggies, broiled chicken breast and salad.When I answered, she wore her snug lowrider jeans and the top left a good six inches of beautiful belly for the world to enjoy. I'm not sure I had ever seen her without heels,. All of them were much elder than the boy I gave a lift to.I was asked to sleep on the terrace. This was the place where the housemaid also slept. I was tired of riding the whole day and requested the maid to massage me, which she started doing it. Things got a little erotic, and we started kissing.This is when the widow lady, wearing a white dress, came to the terrace and angrily asked the maid to sleep downstairs in her room. After she leaves, the widow comes closer to me and says, “I have not.