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multitasked and the three were often done at the same time. Today was no different and Hemmings left early to keep a lunch date.
    Martin called Heather to let her know that Hemmings had left the dealership. With her husband out of the way, Heather decided to see if Haywood was still the dimmest bulb in the socket. He was parked a few houses down on the other side of the street. When she walked Lovey earlier that morning, she noticed a beat-up old Camaro, that seemed to have barely survived some demolition derby, parked in her prestigious neighborhood in Fountain Hills, where the houses ran into the millions and everyone drove expensive cars. It stood out like a fully-dressed person in a nudist colony. She figured it had to be Haywood staking out her house and decided to have some fun.
    At 10:00 am, Heather left the house. The rain that had been predicted finally came down steadily. As she emerged from the turnoff leading to her house and made a right heading toward the main street, Haywood started up his car. It coughed and sputtered before showing more healthy signs of life. He remained several cars back not wanting to alert her. He was unaware that that flag had already waived.
    Heather drove to the Scottsdale Fashion Square located on East Camelback. She could take him on a merry jaunt through Nordstrom’s, Neiman Marcus or Gucci, but she decided to go directly to Victoria’s Secret. She parked on the ground level. Wearing a mischievous grin, she made her way to one of her favorite stores. Only it didn’t go as she planned.
    In order for Haywood to be embarrassed and feel out of place, he had to actually enter the store. When Heather nonchalantly looked for the guy, she discovered him perched on a bench outside directly facing the doors.
    Damn! Too easy for him. She put down the silk panties and headed for the exit.
    Heather walked a while longer through the mall, stopping in several stores, before exiting and heading back to her car. Then she started the engine and drove straight to the Mercedes Benz showroom as if she were going to see her husband. Haywood, having no clue that Hemmings wasn’t there, stopped outside, watching, as she pulled into the lot and went inside. He then drove into the lot and parked in a spot that allowed him to watch both the door and her car. Settling in, he took out his iPod and plugged it into his ears.
    Heather had gone directly into the ladies room and removed her beige rain coat. She opened her tote and took out a black wig and glasses. Pinning her hair up, she put on the wig and admired her handiwork in the mirror. Hmm , she thought. Reaching back into the tote, she took out a deep, crimson shade of lipstick and ran it over her lips. “I vant to suck your blood,” she vamped to her image. That’s better . One last thing , she thought, as she doused herself with an overpowering new Gucci scent. She then turned her rain coat inside-out to its black side before putting it back on. Finally she finished the transformation with oversized, black-framed glasses. Hardly recognizing herself, she was ready to find out if she could fool Haywood.
    She walked into the showroom and headed for Martin’s desk. The other salesmen were occupied with patrons. Sensing and perhaps smelling her presence, he looked up and asked if she needed help.
    “I’m interested in a coupe,” she purred.
    “Any particular model?”
    Heather realized that Martin had no clue to who she was and decided to string him along a little more. “The prettiest and, of course, the most expensive.”
    “Of course,” he replied giving her his 140-watt salesman smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you what’s available. Of course, if you don’t see what you want we can order it for you.”
    “ Of course ,” Heather said.
    Martin took her over to a red coupe from the SLR-Class and opened the driver’s door for her to admire the hand-tooled leather interior. The sticker had a price tag of $452, 750. The car was a beauty and