Feeling a bit down, Mya walked across the crosswalk with a bunch of people when the traffic light turned green. She had a stylish purse with pearls on it, and she seemed lost in her thoughts, thinking hard. 'What would I do if I'm really pregnant?'

On the same street not far from her, a car was also waiting for the traffic light. Fred's deputy spotted Mya in the crowd and nudged Fred. "Sir, look, it's Ms. Harper."

Fred quickly located Mya in the crowd. She was small and slim, not especially standing out—easy to miss in a sea of regular folks. He had never paid much attention to regular-looking ladies before, but there was something about Mya that intrigued him.

Mya was the only one brave enough to toss his clothes out the window. Even though Fred usually didn't like that kind of bold behavior, Mya's rebellious side was kind of interesting. To Fred, Mya was not like the women he usually fooled around with. She was special—like a pet he wanted to keep. A bit of teasing wouldn't do any