Lisa pivoted on her feet, and walked into the house to the kitchen counter, where her purse lay. She walked slowly, and with a slight sway to her hips, for Antonio's benefit. She imagined his eyes on her ass as she walked away from him. She hoped that's where they were.

She was being so bad. She'd never done anything like this before. But it felt so good.

She pulled the twenties out of her purse and walked back to Antonio and handed them to him.

"Same time next week?" she asked, staring into his big dark eyes, framed by heavy black eyebrows.

"Thanks, Ms. M," Antonio said. "I'll be...