You; Lauren

You hadn't had the "pleasure" of meeting Lauren yet. The couple to your left told you about how she had a very abrasive personality. Most of the people in the neighborhood avoided talking to her because, in truth, she was a bit of a bitch.

Then, she came to your door one day. With a deep sigh, you opened it. In truth, she was a looker. A proper milf, even with that bitchy aura. You held out your hand, "Hello, I don't think we've met yet—"

"Mmm... Don't care. I need help with some of my stuff around the house. You seem like an able-bodied man. I think I'll use you for now. Be a good boy and come with me." She quickly turned on her heels before walking over to her house.