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Liza quickly dresses and heads for the telephone. She orders pizza and then dashes into the shower. I also rush back to my room and have another quick shower. After a couple of minutes, I hear the doorbell ring.

I head for the front door. I notice a man in a black leather jacket, gray spandex leggings, and black boots. He had his motorcycle helmet on and was holding three wide boxes, his back facing the door, a logo of the local pizzeria emblazoned on his jacket. "That must be the pizza Liza ordered," I say out loud. I open the door and I am handed a form to sign.

The man takes off his helmet and I realize that it is a woman with short black hair. Her name tag on her left breastpocket says, "Eden." She notices my surprised look. "You're not the first one," she says with an amused grin.

"Well... your jacket conceals too much." I say as I receive the pizza boxes.

"It's part of our uniform, and I'll be revealing more if I don't use one," she replies solemnly, as she unzips it halfway to reveal a green 30A cami bra that matched her pale skin.

I feel a tug on my arm and notice the kids, Alice and Alex beside me. I give one box to Alex and two to Alice. They both rush inside excitedly.

"Thanks," I say to Eden. "Not every man loves big boobs. Your well-toned body and your ass would make any man hard." I add reassuringly. She waves her hand as she starts her motorcycle.

The kids are finishing their pizza as I enter the dining room. Liza is now dressed in a white micro mini and a black racerback top. "I feel refreshed after some early morning work," she says, winking at me.

I smile to myself. "So you're ready for another?" I ask. She ignores my question.

The early morning quietness is suddenly broken up by the incessant ringing of my phone. It is Shiela, one of the managers at the software company where I do programming projects. She called about some complaints from one of our clients, and requested me to attend to it immediately. "I'm really sorry kids. Some emergency problem has come up. Liza will have to drive you to school."

Liza looks at me in disbelief. "Please, Liza," I plead. "I can't refuse this."

"John, I have something to ask you about the car," Liza says in the hearing of the children, as she motions for me to follow her to the garage.

She opens the car door and takes a seat inside, facing me. I leaning on the car door, holding it open. "You shouldn't miss events like this with the kids," she says. "Besides, I have an appointment with two of my girlfriends. I also can't miss that."

I am unable to say anything for a moment.