*****I contented myself with running my fingertips around my bloated belly. I wanted to make sure that whoever walked up and peered inside knew that ...I was very pregnant, and almost to the bursting point. I pretended not to pay any attention to the few curious men who ventured over, but I did notice that a couple of them just shook their heads and walked away. Others seemed fascinated to witness a young woman shamelessly displaying her condition for all to see.It made me even hornier, knowing. She hoped they’d lend her a phone as she left hers at her s****r’s house. She gingerly walked up to the big wooden door and rapped on it with the huge door knocker. A moment later someone in a masquerade mask opened the door which startled Carry a fair deal at first. “It’s a party” the person said laughing at her expression. “oooh, well, my car broke down and I left my phone at my s****r’s please may I borrow yours to call for someone to come and collect me?” “Of course, follow me” They. He squeezed the paper into a ball, but had nowhere to get rid of it.He retraced his steps to the kitchen and hunted for a wastebasket. He opened all the cabinets and searched the walk-in pantry, but couldn't find one. The downstairs bathroom didn't have one. Scott rubbed his neck with a free hand. Upstairs, he checked the master bath and the secondary bathroom, no trashcans. He walked to his office. The wood paneling with the contrasting strip of textured limestone was striking. The. The more I looked the more I was fascinated, what could they want me to do?I sat and filled the application in thinking well I will just fill it in and then scrap it. I needed an email address, ok let’s see, I’ll make one. That’s it: [email protected] - I made a new email address. As I finished filling the application in online, I sat and read it over and over again.I don’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was a lapse of concentration like wondering what will happen if you drop your keys.