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Story sunday Okay folks here we go with the continuation of my story from last week. Enjoy. Comments welcome as always. The first thing I realized is that the house is wonderfully large and wonderfully empty at the same time. I also realized that although I paid the lions share of the expenses I was going to be very tight for money in the near future. The immediate solution then was to find someone to share my accommodations with me. I mean really it was just a simple idea that struck me one day. Find a renter, it would be easy I told myself. I found myself posting ads on electronic boards and through people who were interested. I quickly found myself turning a very cold shoulder to the young wannabe cool guys. Guys who showed up with shades on were quickly dismissed. The same for loud cars or jacked up trucks, guys looking for a party house were also frowned on. That left the fairer sex for renters. Something I told myself is that I wouldn’t rent to a young sexy lady. Not so much for the temptation it might bring but instead for the drama that came with it. Way too often I was dealing in my unofficial capacity with the drama and damage that those young sexy ladies brought with them. Too often it was dudes who couldn’t get their heads around what they were dealing with. Even more often were the girlfriends of these walking disasters who were dealing with fallout drama. Fallout drama is what I call the stuff that happens without being actively set in place by you. It covers the girlfriend who loses her guy to the sexy friend. Or the lesbian roommate who cannot figure out why she cant turn her sexy friend into her very own sex pet to be played with. Mostly fallout drama has guys who fall for these Barbie types and then the hell their lives become when consumed with them. Needless to say the sexys were great to look at but they were actually a boom to my unofficial counselling business. I also decided not to rent to someone who showed up with her boyfriend. I was looking for a single not an attached. I also didn’t want to raise the specter of my own recent trauma by hearing other people have sex in my house. The images were burned into my brain and still swam to the surface with very little provocation. It was hell. Too many people to consider and really I got stupidly picky. If they had a bad haircut, or horrible dress, or if they snapped gum or brought a coffee cup into the interview I found myself showing them out soon after. Finally on one late afternoon she arrived. She arrived in a sort of bouncy way. I saw her head through the kitchen window and it appeared to be on a pogo stick of sorts. She literally seemed to bounce up and down as she walked. It was a mass of dark curls and her eyes were hidden by a pair of aviator type sunglasses. The bell rang and I moved to the entrance to great the rubber based potential tenant. I was immediately taken by her size. She was a tall lady. And she was wearing flats, not the outrageous heels that I so often saw during the viewings. The other surprise was a near total lack of makeup. Nothing too garish, just a little enhancements around her eyes. I sort of held my breath and waited for her to talk. |
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