Whoever said they were running out of land in Southern California? There was plenty of it! But the prices had been getting way out of hand.

Nothing like it in the world, she mused as she found the exit and worked her way through the morning commute traffic to Barbara Rush's home.

As she approached her first appointment of the day, she did what she always did when coming to a new prospect's home. She drove through the neighborhood, taking note of homes that were comparable to the one she was about to inspect. The neighborhood was upper middle class, and all the lawns were picture perfect copies of each other. The homes differed slightly in style and facades.

Shouldn't be too much of a problem to price this one, she thought as she drove slowly through the neighborhood.

She noticed several other competing real estate agents doing the same thing and waved to several that she knew. The competition for listings was high as the demand for homes in Rancho Cordova had skyrocketed when people began to be priced out of the San Diego housing market.

It was interesting, she thought.

People can't afford a home in San Diego, so they drive over seventy miles one way to a lesser priced home in Rancho Cordova. If they really stopped to think about it, over the life of their purchase, they are probably paying as much, or more for a home when you add the tremendous cost of commuting that distance twice a day.

Oh well, not her problem, she mused. She would be glad to list, or sell any home, for any client, anywhere. She just had to continually be the best, and offer more than her competition. She was no slouch at that, she knew, and smiled confidently to herself as she pulled into the Rush's driveway.

As she exited her car, her lithe thighs slid again through the slit in her skirt, and she knew she was giving an eyeful to any neighbors who might be watching. She was proud of her beauty and incredible good looks. She always presented herself well.