Yes

Thanks to his run-in with Jordan, and his run-into Tanya's butt, he arrived at the bus stop just in time to see it turn out of the parking lot and onto Hawthorne and roll away.

Well, shit.

He walked down to Hawthorne and stuck out his thumb.

{if Mrs. Adams<0}Mrs. Adams, the woman he'd thought had propositioned him to be a gigolo accelerated as she passed him.

Well, that wasn't going to be a happening thing. He stuck out his thumb again.

{elseif Mrs. Adams<5}A middle-aged woman pulled over and gestured for him to get in.

He climbed in beside her. She was attractive enough in a 40-something way with big fake tits, expensively blond hair, and muscular legs mostly exposed by her white tennis skirt.

"Thanks," he said.

"Where are you heading, hon?"

"Of P.V. Drive East. It's--"

"Yeah, I know where it is. Tell you what. I'm Mrs. Adams. If you'll do some work on my pool, I'll pay you twenty bucks. It's not out of the way at all for you to get home."

Hell, he could use the money. "Thirty?"

"Deal."

{else}Mrs. Adams pulled alongside him. "Hey Matt. You know we can't keep meeting like this."

He laughed politely as he got into her SUV. "Guess it's destiny."

"As in I need my pool cleaned again. Would you mind doing that? I can drop you off afterward."

At least Tanya hadn't turned her mother off on him completely. "Sure, Mrs. Adams. As long as I can get home by four."

"No problem."{endif}