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another’s.  “Let’s just say the universe shined down on me…for a change.”
    “This I gotta hear.”
    “No way.   I just wanted to let you know my car will live to see another day.”  He started laughing and hung up.  Yeah, sure, funny for him.  I still had the monumental task of cleaning his filthy abode to look forward to.  But I delivered the four hundred to him later that day to make sure I didn’t spend it on anything else in the heat of the moment.
    More than anything, I needed my car up and running.  Transportation by far was easily my most important expense.  As far as housing and food went, I could always start living on campus again if I had to.  School itself wasn’t a concern, because I’d have a few student loans to pay off later, but my family’s income as such (or lack thereof) made me eligible for a lot more financial aid than many students I knew.  And the whole idea was that college would educate me enough that I’d qualify for better-paying jobs.  At least, that was what I believed, so those future expenses I didn’t concern myself with.  Sure, I had to buy supplies and, once in a while, my financial aid wasn’t enough to cover textbooks, but my job covered everything else I needed.
    It was the transportation that was the sticking point in my life…every single time.
    But that was okay.  I was getting that matter squared away and my car would be good as new and, I hoped, ready to run till I was done with school.  As it was, it felt like I’d replaced every part on that stupid car.  It should be just about new already.
    I wasn’t scheduled to work on Thursday.  That was a plus.  Otherwise, I would have had to find someone to cover my shift at the bar or I would have had to make arrangements to postpone seducing Kage.  Fay (AKA Icy Blonde Bitch, Kage’s wife) texted me on Wednesday to make sure I was still on board.  I was glad she had, because she might have decided that what she and her friends had done in their drunken frenzy was stupid and she was going to demand her money back.
    Nope.  She wanted to make sure I hadn’t gotten cold feet.
    Oh, sure, I was nervous as hell, but I was committed.  Wrong or not, this was an opportunity to ensure my future.  Maybe it would seem like just a stupid car problem to other people, but it was everything to me.  My entire life hung in the balance.
    I know what you’re thinking, so let’s go there.  Sure, I could spend the rest of my school days (at least another year and a half) just hoofing it and using a bike.  I could find a job closer to campus.  But what about when I needed to see my family who lived almost one hundred miles away?  What about when I graduated and found a job halfway across the country?  What then?  Yes, you can tell me other people manage to find a way to do it.  But you don’t understand.  I didn’t want to have to beg friends for the occasional ride, whether it was across town or to the Denver airport.  After the life I’d led at home, I was fiercely independent, and I couldn’t see a way to be otherwise without a running vehicle.
    So, Thursday afternoon, I was scoping my closet and my dresser drawers, trying to figure out the perfect outfit.  What would a guy who looked like Kage find attractive in a woman?  Well, if his wife was any indication, I’d want to wear lots of makeup.  I supposed my body was good enough—I wasn’t short but not super tall like Fay.  I had decent-sized breasts and was thin enough everywhere else.
    I had no idea how to dress, though.  Did Kage like girls who looked hot and slutty or did he prefer demure, chaste-looking girls who were sweet on the outside and rotten underneath it all?  I didn’t want to overplay my hand.
    And then I realized it didn’t matter.  It didn’t matter if he found me attractive or not.  All that mattered was that Fay had to believe I had tried to seduce her husband.  If he found me repulsive or, at least, he wasn’t