A Steamy Dallas Encounter Amber looked out the window of her bedroom and worried. It was pouring outside and she knew her car would not get her all the way to work and back. In fact, she took that awful job just to get cash quick to fix the damn thing. Her shoulder length red hair and her deep green eyes clearly had an effect men. Amber knew since she was young that her looks attracted a lot of male attention. She just ignored them. She was getting out of this town and maybe become a big time model. Amber stared again at the downpour and wondered if she should just stay home. No. She was close to having enough cash to leave, so she took out the black silk short-shorts, the pink cut off t-shirt that said "The Playful Pussy" and grabbed the knee-high black silk socks and threw them into her backpack. The piece of shit stalled twice, and Amber made a point to count the mailboxes she saw as she drove towards Dallas. At least there seemed to be four or five families living along the drive – she'd be able to get help if the car died . The car finally died. Amber couldn't get it to start up again. Meanwhile the rain was still pouring down in sheets. It was hard to see too far down the road. Should she stay and sleep in the car till morning? No, she decided to call me her sister's ex-husband, Her sister and I have been divorced for six years. I sent a tow truck to bring her car to a garage in Dallas and sent my limo to pick her up. …and then things took a turn
