She's not your typical old lady who cleans your house. She's a sexual bombshell with a vacuum and her feather duster. She wears those big hoop earring... and has her belly pierced. She has a tramp stamp of a butterfly on her lower waist. I'm not too sure how old she is or if she's married. I do know that she just oozes sex. I just get all horny and hot knowing that she'll be here soon. I had to skip school so I could see her. She seems a bit wild for my mother's taste. However, my mother bought. I quickly changed and headed back out to the showroom, and then Danika intercepted me and guided me into a motorcycle clothing part of the dealership. She found me some boots for riding instead of my sneakers. She was all business and professional.As promised, the Ninja was waiting for me outside the main door with a helmet sitting on the fuel tank.Now, how the hell do I make it look like I’ve ridden a motorcycle before? I have all the knowledge on how to ride one, including doing so at high. She had already gone at the McDonalds.Moore Genetics was on the north side of San Antonio. That meant that they had to loop around the city on highway I-410.The building was a non-descript large steel and glass building only two blocks from the highway. The sign out front said just "Moore" in plain white block letters. The black wrought iron fence that bordered the street had only one entrance; an electric gate with a security camera.The SUV pulled up to the gate around four p.m.A male voice. “There’s a party tonight, so why don’t I pick you up at 7:00.”“But what about Cindy?” By the look on his face, I realized I might have messed up with that question.“She is out of town with her family for the rest of the week, so tell me if you want to go.”“Yes, but what if she finds out?”“With everyone that will be there, there is no chance that she won’t hear. In fact, probably before the party even gets started. So do you want to go or not?”“Yes. What should I wear?”“It really doesn’t matter.