I wore a skimpy outfit with barefoot sandals on a cold night.
She liked that about him. Just saying hello to her in the morning took all the courage he could muster. She knew one day he was going to ask her out. That was one date she was looking forward to.
"Ms. Koch, your 9 o'clock is here."
Back to the old grind.
"Welcome to tonight's Pick 3 lottery drawing!" the man on the screen shouted.
"Get it over with already," Eliza muttered.
After some banal small talk the lottery balls began to fly.
"Alright, our first number is: 36. I repeat our first number is 36."
"Our second number is: 25. I repeat 25. So that's 36, 25 and only one number left."
There was no way.
"And that last number is: 35. I repeat 35. I don't know who you are 36, 25, 35 but you just one hundred and seventy million dollars!"
She told no one. She didn't need any new 'friends' in her life. The question became, however, what was she going to do with all this money? That question was bouncing around her head that week on movie night. Then as she watched the wild woman on screen swing through the trees it hit her. That's what she would do! She would be a jungle girl!
First things first she needed to be in a lot better shape than she was now to survive in the jungle. So she bought a state of the art home gym and hired a personal trainer. Slowly but surely she became a real life Amazon. She made sure to dress in clothing at work that hid her physique, lest anyone get suspicious of what she was doing or where the money came from.
There was an unexpected side effect of all this work however. Her sex drive was now raging out of control. Something about her new found strength made her constantly horny. It came to a head at a company party one night. Finding herself alone with Rick on the back porch of a partner's home when one of her spells hit. Unable to resist any longer she grabbed him in a chokehold cutting off his air stopping just before he passed out. She picked him up and ran with him to her car.
She spent the next hour ravishing him in the backseat. Later he woke up on the back porch again. He chocked it up to too much beer and a really hot dream. For Eliza it awoken something deep within her. The jungle girl needed a jungle boy.
Before that could happen however she still needed a few things. So over the next few months she secretly got to work. She purchased a small plot of land in the heart of the Hawaiian rainforest. Clearing it out she soon had a large artificial tree built as the base for her new dream home. Around it she plowed up the land and brought in fertilizer and other materials needed to make the ground fertile for farming. Everyone she hired signed a confidentiality agreement so they could tell no one about her. Once she had all this she found the perfect set of jungle woman outfits to make her fantasy complete. Well almost complete.
If there was one thing her firm loved it was a good party. So her going away party had to be a big bash. She had rented out the ballroom at the nearby Harlequin Hotel. All the men and women wore nice suits and fancy black dresses. All that is except their host. It didn't escape most people's attention that Eliza wore no shoes and a leather jacket stretching down to her knees. It was odd to say the least. Beyond that however it was a fairly nice evening. For Eliza however something was still missing.
"Why weren't you at the party?" Eliza asked.
Rick blinked back at her mouth agape. He had been at home watching TV when he heard the knock on his door. He was shocked to find the woman of his dreams on his porch wearing a long leather coat.
"Eliza, what are you doing here?"
"Why weren't you at my going away party?"
"These company parties really aren't my thing," he explained, "besides I hate saying goodbye."
"It's just the irony of that."
"I don't understand."
"You would have been the only person at that party who wouldn't have been saying goodbye to me."
"Because I'm taking you with me."
"You heard me."