In the outskirts area, there was a house that looked similar to all the other houses that surrounded it. That house belonged to Maria and her husband, Mike.
If you had to look at it, you might have called it quaint, but the truth was, it was just as poor as all the rest of the houses.
The roof was shingled with cheap wooden boards, which were barely keeping out the rain.
The paint on the walls outside had been bleached by the sun and was peeling in some areas, showing even more signs of aging.
The bricks on the foundation had been reinforced by concrete mixed with sand, giving them an ugly grayish color, and finally, the entire house was only one story tall.
Maria herself was a very beautiful woman; she had long brown hair, pretty green eyes, plump lips, and a stunning figure that could easily drive any man crazy for her.
