To judge from the uniforms scattered among the squalor - unwashed cups, plates and wine-glasses, books, papers, teddy bears, badminton rackets and sho...s – the flat was inhabited by nurses. The profession demands order and cleanliness at work, so nurses tend to react when they’re at home. Many of them live in chaos.In one bedroom, a plump young woman with ginger hair was working at a laptop balanced on a card table. She was casually dressed: jeans, sweater, trainers. She was alone in the flat,. The problem was that in the near pitch black darkness she didn't know where to go.Wherever she was it was not a very hygienic place. The room must have been filled with old food; it smelled of sour milk and rotting cheese. She took only shallow breaths to prevent herself from gagging.And then she heard the rats. There was no mistaking the pitter patter of their feet or their squeaks in the darkness. Nikki was terrified of rats.A rat brushed by her foot and Nikki screeched. She curled to a. .. that loincloth!" She burst out in laugh and I had to laugh with her although I didn't see the funny side of it.While I slowly chewed on the meat I looked at Tina. Again I saw her nipples trying to poke through her shirt. This was a little sheerer, not quite see-through and then again it didn't cover all of her body either. In certain angels the light shown through and I could see the contours of her breasts and the nipples kept drawing my eyes to them no matter how much I tried to keep them. There's a good story here. A great one. And I'll be damned if I let anyone else scoop me on it." She gave her editor an icy look. "And if you come back here later to try and interview him yourself –"Frank held up a hand, cutting Tejal off. He sighed wearily. "Well, you're right about one thing, I think," he said. "You'll be damned. That, I'm pretty sure about." With a shrug, he slipped one hand into one of his overcoat pockets. "Hope I'm wrong. Hope you get the story, and I hope it's as good as.