n

, I shoot up from my bed. It's

my night retainers. Carefully bru

y when my eyes dart over to the clock

s I had with Lizzy. The girl kept forcing

ot having any hangover. It occurs to me just then that

but I find nothing except

? I'm supposed to wear something formal, besides

and that's when I see the slip dres

plus size. I mean, my breasts are too ample it will be spilling

re out this dress is way better for an interview

after taking a quick shower. Honestly, f

ish over the dress, outli

ew i

hing as my breasts spill brazenly out of the

I sure know the interview w

the zipper, it finally closes

eel somewhat confident but knowing myself,

er and I let it. Not enough time for styling,

basking under the slithering, golden sunl

lk to the couch where t

sighing as I tap the rec

zy's shaggy hair and swell-up eyes

e been calling your numbe

eded to get ready." I wave the phone a

u plan on seducing your interviewees?" Her

l no. They're gonna

k. You might as well be into pussies!!" She ch

!" I roar and she gives

hi you and remind you abou

rease my brow and I spill out. "You sure I'm no

someone better. B

take in Lizzy's words. We say a

apartment, my anxiousness returns, alo

doorbell makes me lung

the door, drag th

to be in her late twenties waves at

I am. Here for a

pushing it open like a boss befo

irls around on her

heels she's wearing. Those cos

canvass the said room. Can y

. Really? She doesn't even know

s eye, I manage a smile.

t know her name yet struts out o

o the living room, sh

o survive in there? I literally am going to suffocate from the heat during summer. And af

surprise. She doesn't even

red flag! I th

e bossy bitch d

attles, her squeaky heels clomping harshly on the

e! I think inwardly

other blare from the doorbell goes off. I jump ri

ooting on time, and

ng l

y panties at the sight of the old, w

d hair is nothing but gray. And his profess

ooking for a roomm

idly, I rasp

regiver too. Can you pack sh

ctuate his point, th

. I know it's normal for humans to

ickly intone. "I'm sorry, sir. But I'm no

'm looking for." He grouses and retra

hut, muttering. "

ecify the roommate needed would be a

omes by for a room check

or a room check." One of

een Mohawk hairs. Lounging in their hands are their equipment

r, staring at

?" The guy with red Mohawk h

my tentati

living. "Hell, Edgar. This living room is b

gether at the blu

partment for a conc

oy. They stare bizarrely are me. "Um...this place is for conducive

rom us!" They grouse, the girl glaring da

g it open, and I mouth polite

gone, I heave a h

y and this interview or hunt

hen the doorbell rings. I swear, it's on t

to send them off, my mouth only hangs open

me quickly makes

this Greek God

is deep baritone,

still available, pretty!" He gushes, his eyes roami

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