Not from around here, he sized up, although traveling alone and in her mid-30s meant business more likely than pleasure. Their eyes met in the rear vi...w mirror — her sharp hazel ones against his dark browns — and for a moment, neither of them spoke. All at once, the apprehension he wore like a cloak was replaced by something lighter… giddier. ‘Um… where to, miss?’ ‘Here,’ she said, holding the map out to him, her finger pointing to a cross street only a few minutes away. She smelled fresh and. Not from her mother's, that had been after graduation. Excruciatingly long graduation, she reflected as the memory came forward. No, she had moved out from a crummy house in a rather uneasy neighborhood in an alternately decaying and gentrified suburb to an apartment building in one of the more rural areas. Much nicer on the eyes, and closer to work and school. Twenty-four years old, Viola was still in her prime and drove off to her new home with a confident smile ready for any challenges life. Broad shoulders and an avid tennis players tan. Even in mythree inch heels he dwarfed me in size."Hi, Rachel," he said."Hi, Mike. Please come in," I said as I tried not to focus on the smallbouquet of flowers he held in his hands."These are for you," he said and extended the flowers to me."They're absolutely gorgeous," I said and took the flowers from him. Idon't know why women never give flowers to men, but I loved being on thereceiving end for a change."I'm not quite ready," I said. "Do you. Everybody looked really sexy in just their panties. All of the girls have terrific bodies. “Allyson why don’t we start giving you your gifts,” Shelly announced. “Sure. That would be great.” The girls went and got their gifts. Shelly came out with this piñata and a stick. It was shaped like a new home. “Allyson can we hang this somewhere? I thought this might be fun.” “Shelly, you’re too much. I haven’t played with a piñata in years.” Allyson took the piñata and hung it to one of her trees.