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"Get in the car Meghan," you say, spurning her obvious invitation. She looks disappointed but slides into the low seat of the car, her dress riding up showing more of her thighs. She holds eye contact until you shut the door.

You get in and start it, loving the throaty grumble of the engine.

"It's a beautiful car, Sir. What is it?"

"Porsche Boxster. You're going to have to direct me where to go."

She directs you to a part of town filled with three and four story buildings, most of them dating from the sixties and seventies. It's a nice neighborhood, on the cheap side for rent, popular with young people, retired people and students. As a matter of fact you lived in the area when you were in university.

"It's this one," she says, stopping you in front of a building that looks little different from the others on the block. She turns to you letting her hand rest on your arm. "Please let me make you a cup of tea or something. You've been a lifesaver Sir. I'd really like to make it up to you."