A few years back I was introduced to a man from Hong Kong who would come here for business a few times a year and had a condo he wanted renovated. I have been working on it for about two years on and off. Last January he was in town and I finally finished and I was getting my bill paid and I was handing back the keys when he asked me for a favour. He asked me if I could maybe watch over the place, maybe drop in every few weeks and make sure everything is OK and in case the property management have to get into the condo I could be the contact number, he also has a Porsche 911 parked in the underground. Even though he has the trickle charge for the battery he asked if I could start it and maybe when the snow melts I could take it for a drive now and then. He told me he would make it worth my while and if I was ever downtown and didn't want to drive all the way home that I could stay there, or if I needed a break from married life or from the kids to use the place when ever I wanted. I really didn't want the responsibility but I agreed. I would pop in every now and then when I was in the area during working hours, even though he was not married the last time he came he brought a girl with him and bought her lots of clothes, the problem for me was that girl is like a size zero, all those clothes and bras and panties and all I could do is look at them, even her pantyhose didn't even fit over my arm, never mind my leg. Last weekend my wife had a girls weekend at a resort and spa, I told her I was going to stay at the condo and have a Maria weekend. I went there Friday night and fully dressed excited to have some alone time. That place is like a man cave, huge TV lots of video games and shelves of movies. I slept dressed on the couch and then Saturday morning changed outfits and then it happened, I wasn't happy just being dressed anymore I wanted more, I opened the condo door, it was quit, not happy enough yet I took a few steps out the door, no not happy still, a few more steps, now half way down the corridor, go back in maybe I will try to throw the garbage out in the garbage room down the corridor next to the elevator, open the door slowly and without a second thought off I go passing all the other doors, if any of them would come out of there condos I was for sure caught and I do not in any way pass at all. Throw the garbage out and open the door and tell myself what a thrill that was, while I was closing the condo door the elevator bell rings, I look threw the peek hole to see the lady next door walking down the corridor, WOW! I was less then one second away from getting caught that was not a thrill. I then didn't feel comfortable living in someone else's space and I knew just like a killer I was going to kill again until I was caught. I packed my things and went home. When my wife returned I told her I ended the weekend short and she was kind of surprised I reacted that way, that I should have known that I was going to push the limits, that it is human nature to want more, give a finger, and then want the whole hand. She told me while she was with her friends she was imagining me driving around with the Porsche fully dressed ( wow I didn't think of that). She told me maybe in the future I could just go for the day and to remember that with given opportunity we will always push the limits, we are never happy, we always want more. I now ask you, with opportunity would we ever be happy or will we always push for more, will we ever say that's far enough and just be happy?