CARL

Alma pushed past me and walked to the front. It could either be the beginning of a disaster or the start of something beautiful, which I wanted.

She walked in front, I couldn't help but admire the outline of her perfect body in the dress she was wearing. The sexual tension during the car ride could be cut with a butter knife. She opened the door and we both walked in and then I locked it behind us, never daring to say a word.

Alma sighed tiredly. "Well, here we are. The humble ...