As directed, he started to steer Stephanie toward the favela his aunt lived in. He had been literal in the couple blocks. They walked two and the buildings and landscape became drastically poorer.

"Nothing I can think of." He was oblivious to any butt-grabbing thoughts. "She has a small seamstress shop for the people living in the favela at the front. Her apartment is at the back. She also works doing alterations at a higher end shop somewhere around here when she needs a little extra."