It was the first Wednesday of the month and I usually go to the properties I own to collect the rent. One of the tenants in one of the apartments is a single mother of Puerto Rican decent. She lives with her son who is 16 years old and has another daughter who lives and works across town. When I knocked on her door, an older man answered and said that Nora was out of town visiting some relatives up North. He said that she would be back next week. I said it was not a problem and that I would call again next Wednesday. If she gets back before that have her call me.
It was 3 hours later when I got home. There was a message on my answering machine from a woman saying to call. I returned the call and a nice voice answered saying she was Nora's daughter and that she had the rent. We agreed to meet at the apartment at 6 p.m. the next day.
The rain was drizzling as I pulled up in the driveway. Another car was already there. Through the wet side window, I saw a figure get out and run to my car jumping in to the seat next to me. My heart skipped a beat. This was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She was small and thin. Her body was, I'm sure, a perfect 36-28-35. Her hair was pitch black and was in a short curl on top of her head. Her face was perfect with large eyes and a smile that spread across her face. She wore hip-hugger shorts and a tank top. The neck was cut low and her breasts hung low and were amply shown. The nipples were large and pushed against the front of the shirt. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. She started talking as soon as she entered the car. She looked at me; stopped, and a slow smile came across her face. She waited till I looked up. I noticed the smile and blushed. "I'm sorry, it's just I didn't expect you to be so beautiful," I said.
Another smile: "Thanks, I don't usually get that kind of reaction from men, "she said. "How much is the rent?" she asks.
"$650," I say. She takes out a pile of bill and starts counting them on her lap. She puts the pile together again and starts the count all over again.
"It seems to be a little short," she says.
"How much short?" I ask.
"About $50," she says.
"Didn't your mother give you the right amount"?
"I think so, but I borrowed some but I'm sure I put it back."
"So what is the answer?" I asked
"My mother will kill me if I mess this up."
"Well what do we do now?" I asked.
She looks up at me with a shy look on her face and says; "maybe we can work something out."
"What did you mean?"
"Well maybe you and I can get together."
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
"You know something we can do to make up the difference."
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?"