He was walking again. This time he had wandered up to the east side, into the ritzy neighborhoods. It was late at night, but he wasn't worried about the cops, he was shaven and could pass for a local. If he saw any cars he would jog, completing the illusion of being middle class. He even had friends who lived nearby that he could claim he was staying with.

He was weaving his way through the streets, making his way up to the foothills of Mount Olympus. It was a moonless night, but the houses and streets were well lit due to the need for the locals to decorate and tout their wealth. He was about halfway down a street called Wander Lane when a car turned on at the farthest corner south. He saw under the light that it was small convertible BMW, so he did not bother to start jogging. The car itself was wandering a bit as it came towards him. It nearly ran into him as it suddenly turned into the driveway that he was about to cross.

He saw the face of the woman driving the car look at him, as she had missed him by only a few inches entering her own driveway. She stopped halfway into the driveway, even though her garage door was slowly opening. She quickly got out of the car and started to apologize.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there."

He could smell the alcohol on her, and was about to make witty reply when the car started rolling back down the driveway. He stepped over and stopped it just as it was getting started.

"How about grabbing that parking brake?" He asked.

She bent down and reached in through the still open door to set the brake. As she bent over he noticed the sweetly formed curves of her athletic build. Arousal was instant for him, as it always was. She stood back up, it must have been noticeable on his face because she started to straighten her clothes. Then her left hand went to her hair where she started twisting. He noticed the large diamond ring on her 3^rd finger, so he felt safe teasing her just a bit. She started to apologize once more, but he stepped towards her and spoke over her. He did this with the best James Dean type walk he could muster.

"No need to apologize Miss, it would take more than a slightly intoxicated goddess in a BMW to catch me off guard." He stepped to about a foot away from her and spoke in just over a whisper. "I think it's a good idea if you let me put it in for you."

Her face went red in a hurry and she stepped back, running into the car door behind her.

"The car I mean." He said this as he gestured her to step aside. "The way you're going you just might drive right on through to the laundry room." He chuckled just a bit.

She stepped aside and he got in and parked the car in the garage. He walked back over to her and handed her the keys.

"So how much is the rent?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" He had no idea what she had meant.

"Your shirt." She laughed, "How much?"

He quickly realized his forgetfulness, but he decided not to answer. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fluster you like that." He said, and added. "I thought it would be funny, obviously you are engaged."

"No." She spoke immediately. "I just wear this to keep the assholes at work of my back."

"Oh, so are you in marketing?" He asked.

The look on her face was slightly puzzled, slightly impressed. "How did you guess?"

"It just seemed the most likely that's all."

"Well I'm happy you find me so transparent."

He laughed a little. "I'm sure most men find it difficult to get past your stunning looks, I just happen to notice more than that."

"Thank you, not only for the respect, but for the compliment as well. So," this time it was her that stepped closer, "tell me what else you see."

He decided to be careful about what he said, not all of what he saw was good. Also, she was expressing some attraction.

"Well, I'd say that you are probably a local, but not a Mormon. You have a good relationship with your parents, and they probably live nearby. You are a college grad with a major in marketing or business, and a minor in psychology. You don't get along with most men because they only have one thing on their minds. And �?. You think I am cute, but my shoes make me look like I am probably uncivilized."

"That's impressive," she was smiling, "my parents live next door, but I was thinking your shoes made you look clumsy."

"That, I will admit to. Grace is certainly not my forte'."

"Would you mind helping me with one more thing?" She asked him, again she was twisting her hair. "The garbage truck comes by in a few hours, I hate trying to muscle those huge bins down the driveway."

"No problem."

He walked over to the two bins and grabbed the handles, he started to drag them on their wheels down the driveway. It was rather noisy, and he felt like showing off bit. He positioned the bins side by side, handles inward. He stepped between them, bent his legs and grabbed the handles. He picked them up and carried them to the curb. "Too noisy." He spoke as he passed her. He set them just off the curb and walked back over to her.

"Not that we aren't making enough noise already." He laughed as he spoke.

"Yeah, my dad will be out here with his golf club in a minute." She was laughing as well.

"That sounds like my cue to bid you goodnight."

"Or you could just come in, and have some coffee with me."

"It's the least you could do for having nearly run me down."

When the garbage truck came by that morning, the driver noticed the garage door was open. He stopped for a moment to admire the sweet little convertible in the garage. Just then a petite woman stepped out of the door that led into the house, she was pressing the button to close the garage door. She was wearing nothing more than a mans black cotton tee shirt which bore the words 'this space for rent'.

'I wonder how much?' He thought to himself, as he was driving on to the next house.