I paid through the nose for the chance to sleep with a beauty.

I was running late from work one day, drove up to my building, and there was no parking left. I went to the neighboring building—no luck—and only at the third building was there one free spot. Just as I squeezed in, a sleek Mercedes pulled up. Out stepped a guy around 50 with a slight belly, clearly Central Asian in appearance, and he started demanding his rights, saying it was his spot, pointing to his windows on the third floor. The argument was getting more and more heated when, two cars down, one pulled out. The Central Asian guy suggested I park there instead. I argued back and took the newly freed spot. I got out of the car, and he approached me—"We got a bit heated, sorry. If you're not in a hurry, come have a little drink at my place,"

we made peace. My evening was free, so I agreed. We went to his place—a stunning, luxurious apartment. His wife greeted us, Slavic in appearance, about 10 years younger than him, wearing a very beautiful robe that