Go "home"

You kindly tell the driver to go "home"

The limousine pulls away from the curb and towards the main road.

You are not exactly sure where home is, but it must be incredibly lavish. The car is silent, neither Charity's bodyguard or the driver are talking, but John doesn't mind, his mind is elsewhere, still excited from his earlier antics.

You stare at the window, as you see the car moving past townhouses, condos and apartments, eventually coming up to a hill and a gate which opens automatically. You continue on the main road, noticing a handful of side roads that split off from the main street. The driver goes down the upcoming right side road, where he is met with yet another gate and hill.

"how secure is this place?" John thinks to himself, baffled by the excess security. Upon cresting this last hill John is met with an incredible house. You would undoubtedly consider it a mansion, you see a massive outdoor pool, a gazebo and plenty of marble statues, all incredibly well kept.

"Ah it seems your parents are not home yet Ms.Ruiz" the bodyguard remarks,

"Ah, that's too bad" you reply, trying to hide your excitement, knowing that all this will be yours, at least for the next couple hours. The limousine stops at the front entrance, opening the door and stepping out, having a moment of trouble trying to balance on Charity's boots. The guard opens the door for you and you are met with an incredible home, exactly what you would expect from the outside.

The guard walks back to the limo and grabs a couple bags from the back seat, "Charity must have already bought some stuff before I got here" you think to yourself.

"I'll leave these in your room, Ms. Ruiz" she states, as you follow her up the winding staircase. Opening the door you are met with yet another massive room, easily 4 times bigger than your original room. However; you are not given that much time to take it in, "Remember Ms. Ruiz, your mother would like to speak with you when she gets home with your father" somewhat peeved at how regimented everything is, you reply with a simple nod.

Sitting on your soft bed, your fine ass acting almost like a cushion, you wonder what to do next