My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

3.1

Someone has been working out. But I hate my arms. It's like they never end.

After about 30 seconds of my thinking about nothing, I realize we've already taken off. Oh, wow. How'd I miss that?

As we're riding, I realize that being on a motorcycle gives you some benefits. You don't have to worry about being stuck because you're basically on a bike anyways, all the cars avoid you because they are paranoid that they might hit you, and you can squeeze in tight spaces. This isn't so bad after all. Well, mainly because I'm here with Agastya, but whatever. The only downside is that I'm sure my shorts are riding up my butt and I'm mooning everyone behind me.

We pull into a secluded, rich, snooty neighborhood and stop in front of a tan, bricked mansion with three or more floors and a Lily packed with cars. I might have more money than her, but this house still tops mine.

Her house was purely beautiful, no doubt. The way the windows were in no particular order but still seemed to have a design, and the curving, sleek driveway leading under a shielded area before a rather large garage. Her garden set in front of the house was filled with all the expensive flowers; Orchids, Varnikas (Heh, my name), Lillies and bright, fresh mulch.