Junk in the Trunk

Cuernavaca, Mexico. Circa 1990
Just another boring day... I'm 21 years old, hanging out at the Mall with a couple of friends from college, looking for nothing and everything, walking down the cold, marble floors, when I suddenly saw her...
Pretty, but not beautiful, slim but not skinny, dark hair, brown eyes, about 5.5', in her late thirties, sporting a black and white dress, high heels and a matching jacket, very Chanel. She was sitting on one of the benches by the kiosk. She had been for at least an hour, when I finally decided to approach her.
I wasn't expecting to get lucky, but if I did it would be perfect, since my parents had left on a long trip to Brazil and I was home alone.
I was willing to ignore my mother's rule of not to bring women over, but in an attempt to avoid an argument I decided to bring this lady home in secrecy.
My parent's house sat at the end of a big estate, the gardener and his family lived at the entrance and the garages where at the end of a cul de sac, next to the pool. I remember explaining this to my new conquest, as I helped her climb inside the trunk of my car... I will never forget my mates, laughing in complete disbelief, staring down at us from a window at the mall.
"Pluonk" I shut the trunk and drive off to my place. Then expectation began to build, ah! my favorite roller coaster. Heart rushing, hands sweating, I have condoms in the glove box, I remember that, then I go over my poorly planned plan all over again in my mind, and I know I'm going to roast this chicken, when suddenly ..."Screech" slam on the brakes to not run a red light. I'm definitely nervous, and I can't wait to make it home. A few more minutes down the road and here we are... I open the gate and drive through the gardener's house... no one there.
I drive down the cul-de-sac and park my car, I get out and walk casually, look down the rest of the yard, a green carpet with palm trees on the edges, then down to the swimming pool, splashed with pink and red bougainvillea around it, making sure the coast is clear. Damn it, who cares? so I open the trunk and this poor woman seems a bit shaken, I give her a hand and gently start helping her out, but when she has one foot on the floor and one foot in the trunk I suddenly feel a rush to the head, that energy, goose bumps down my spine, cold air, someone behind me is staring at me...
"Pablo" - my mother yelled out loud
I turn around in disbelief to see my mother standing there, also in disbelief
"What is THAT?" - she yelled, questioning in anger and disappointment.
"a spare" - I reply, in a soft voice, as my new friend finally made her way out of the trunk.

My friend and I ended up at a motel, and until this day my mother has not forgiven me. Not for breaking the rules (which I always have) but the sarcastic remark was too much for a supporter of the feminist movement in a global scale.
I never saw this woman again after that day, she was married and I didn't want any trouble. But I do think of her from time to time, particularly when I have a flat.