The sound of a roaring car could be heard from a great distance as it came pouring down like heavy rain.

A slim shadow with large behind came out of a dark alley and slowly walked accross the desolate street.

The car came in fast and the rear lights which were at their fullest shone on the shadow.

It was a young woman. Alarmed by the lights she saw, she raised her hand up before it but the driver could not stop the car with failed breaks.

Screeching sounds were heard and the tires went sideways as the driver used all his might to pulled the steering wheel to the side.

The driver did succeed but the car rolled off the road, it tires bursted and the car landed into a ditch with it driver thrown out from the window to the ground.

A groaning sound was heard from the driver. The lady ran towards him after taking a minute to recover from her shock.

Luckily for him all was fine, he only had some minor injuries which could be treated with the help of an antiseptic.

She helped him up while asking continually.

"Are you okay? I hope you are not hurt?"

"Ummm." He let out a mournful cry of pain.

"Sorry, let me help you up." The young lady said and pulled him up.

"Gosh, you are as weightful as a rock." The lady complained.

After what seemed like ages, she managed to placed him on the sidewalk and stood by hoping for a car or cab to pass by so that they could catch a ride.

"Hi handsome, could you give me and my brother a ride to 1515 Grant, St SE? We got into an accident and our car crash into the ditch." The lady asked a man who stopped because he was attracted by the pretty woman he only saw from behind.

"Are you sure he isn't your boyfriend?" He asked looking down at the man on the sidewalk.

"If you think I'm lying, then get your ass out of here. I've got no time for this investigation shit." The lady said getting a bit upset.

Usually she wouldn't make seductive poses to get a lift but because of the situation at hand, she had to and it was embarrassing for her.

"Alright, calm down. Get in." The man said with a wave of his hand.

"Come help me with my brother." She called to him.

Together they both helped the man into the car and he drove them off.

"Got your digits but what about your name?" The man asked after dropping them off.

"Mylar, Mylar Rodriguez." The lady replied.

"Mylar Rodriguez?" The man exclaimed surprised.

"You from here?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I am from here. Middle name Tiffany." She replied with a smile and waved at him.

He smiled back.

"You can call me Drakes. I'll give you a call." He said and drove off.

"Thank goodness he helped me out with this one, how would I have gotten this sack of rocks inside the house?" Mylar whispered to herself as she hung her house keys on the hook.

"You are quite good with words." The injured man uttered in a low, hoarse voice and with a silly smile on his face.

"You better let me treat you first before you annoy me and I refuse to do it." The lady advised in a threatening way.

"Yes ma'am." He said quickly in agreement.

Mylar finished cleaning his bruises with antiseptic after ten minutes of continuous screaming and groaning from the man like he was a little child. She shook her head and went into the kitchen after that.

The man got up sluggishly into a sitting position and took a few glances at the house. It was a small and simple room self-contained with the basic things a moderate house could require.

There was one long sofa, some colorful throw pillows, a couples bed with a maniable bedside fridge, an adequately designed rug, a very small coffee table, curtains imprinted with red roses designs and an artwork of the sideview of a pretty woman with a humongous asscheek.

He slowly took off his shirt because it was dirty and threw it on the floor.

Damn!! Would be the outcry of surprise.

His body was absolutely breathtaking. The way his body was well built, you will know that this guy is a gym lover.

His abdominal muscles were well structured and strong. He had an oilskin that made his body more alluring, tempting and irresistible.

"Gosh, so gorgeous." Mylar exclaimed, taken aback by the sight before her.

Her heart kept beating with great intensity, she swallowed hard just by looking at him. She wondered if he was the same man she brought home earlier or if he was an chameleon that changes looks.

She wanted to head back into the kitchen but her legs staggered and she stumbled onto the coffee table, the flower vase fell off and broke into pieces on the floor.

The loud sound caught the attention of the man, he quickly turned around. His jaw dropped in amazement, Mylar was totally concupiscible.

She had a petite body but with a surprisingly big ass, her boobs were round and succulent. Her shiny black skin added to her beauty and the short robe she wore revealed her curvy figure and shape.

He was tempted to ask her how she got all these amazing beauties but feared that she might find his question offensive and kicked him out that late at night.

"Are you okay?" He called out to her.

"Yeah, yeah, I am fine." She replied quickly, feeling embarrassed.

She smiled falsely and went towards him.

"Why did you take your shirt off?" Mylar asked without thinking it through. She bit her lips after asking the question.

"It's dirty, that's why I took it off. I think I need a bath." The man replied.

"I just took a shower, you should also go and get yourself cleaned up but be careful with those bruises." She said and walked away gracefully, while the man stared at her from behind.