"Right! I'll go to Mr. Brady's house!"

“Right! I'll go to Mr. Brady's!”

She turned toward Mr. Brady's house. With easy money to be made, in a short distance, and in a nicer neighborhood, it wasn't a difficult choice. Mr. Brady was outside watering the grass as she approached.

“Hi Mr. Brady,” she said nearly scaring him half to ****.

“Oh my, I didn't notice you coming my way!” He shut off the water and dropped the hose. “So, what brings you here?”

“The weather of course,” she replied. “It's so bright and sunny, I just had to go for a walk.”

“Well,” he said, wiping his forehead, “maybe it's a bit too bright.”

Elyse nodded her head. “I agree. You wouldn't mind if I asked for a little something to drink?”

“No, no, you are more than welcome dear.” Mr. Brady approached the fence and opened it for Elyse.

She smiled his way as she walked past. Mr. Brady may be an older man, but he wasn't extremely old. In fact, whatever age he was, he looked mostly healthy. His choice of clothes did nothing to support these statements, but his skin (though furrowed at the forehead) appeared smooth and shiny under the sun. And, it made her smile the way he youthfully galloped ahead to open his front door for her.

Entering, she crossed the hall to the kitchen, and rested her body against the counter. This was not her first time here, but she was destined to commit many firsts here before the day is over. She intended not to waste too much time.

Mr. Brady walked in and opened the refrigerator. “Now,” he said, leaning into it, “let's see about getting you something. What would you like?”

But, she immediately stopped him. Placing her hand on her arm, she turned him his way.

“Mr. Brady...” she paused momentarily. His eyes were wide, maybe he had no idea what was coming to him.

“Mr. Brady,” she continued, “I didn't come here for a drink.”

He shook his head, really not quite getting it.

“I came here for...”