A Housewife, Linda

The faint click of high heels come closer and you see a gorgeous woman answer the door. She's got long red hair, wearing Louboutin shoes, and a vintage blue and white polka dot dress. "Oh your poor thing!" she says as she lets you come inside.

"I'm sorry to bother you," you say, "I had some car trouble and the security guard let me in the neighborhood."

She nods, "That's no problem. Its not often that we get visitors."

You look around and see a picture perfect house. Expensive, but homely. It wouldn't be out of place from the 1950's except for some of the modern conveniences. The flat screen tv and modern kitchen the only things that hint at the modern era.

"Stay as long as you like," she says, "My name is Linda and my husband Paul won't be home for quite a while."

She gives a sly smile as she sashays away from you. Her ass perfect enough to grab.