She told me that she was engaged and that her wedding was a few months away.This was news that I had not expected. But I asked what she wanted me to a...ree to. She then said that she would let me do anything I wanted except take her virginity. That was her husband’s right and she would have to keep family honor in mind.I asked her why she was there with me, if I couldn’t fuck her.She answered that she liked me and was feeling very hot and restless. If she let her fiancé touch her, he would. I asked him and he said that he got recently divorced and was not ready to date, yet. About a month later, one evening, my mother told me that she was to go see her older sister, who fell and got hurt and may come back in about a week. She was worried that I would not be able to take care of myself, but when I told her of Duran being here; she kind of agreed but not until she spoke with him to see if he did not think it was a burden for him. One afternoon, we invited Duran for coffee and he was. "Fucking bitch!" I screamed on the fourteenth pull as the engine finally roared to life.I released the deadman lever, and put my hands on my hips as the engine sputtered to a stop."That's right, bitch!" I exulted in smug triumph. "On your fucking knees! It's time you did some fucking work around here for me."The tinkle of breaking glass was not normally a sound I associated with lawn care. I turned around very slowly, mortified that somebody might have heard me heaping transferred abuse onto a. ‘Your nametag says Michael Andrews. Who are you?’ ‘I am. Michael Andrews, that is.’ He paused. ‘But I’m afraid I don’t know a Colin. Michael Andrews isn’t an uncommon name. Perhaps you are looking for another Michael Andrews?’ He tried to sound as apologetic as possible. ‘Colin Boyle, the President of the Great Lakes Alternative Energy Institute, in Chicago. He’s my boss,’ she whispered. ‘So… so you aren’t the Michael Andrews who works for the City of Chicago?’ ‘No. I’m afraid I’m the Michael.