We both typically left around midnight unless one of us was hot at the table. That wasn't typically me. That night, I invited him to dinner and he acc...pted.We both ordered steaks, and while we were waiting he asked, "You seem too young to afford losing the way you do every night at the tables. Are you planning to make it as a professional gambler or will you be ending up hitting me up for bus fare to get back to mommy?" Thanks for worrying about me, but don't. I'm what you call an 'ideas man'.. He wasn't going to get up. "It's Mr. Andersen!" the person yelled from behind the door. Brian jumped up from the couch. It was the landlord. Brian was already a month behind on the rent. He got up then slowly opened the door. The large man walked into the apartment. Mr. Andersen had been a body builder in his prime, but now he was just a huge man that was big in all the wrong places. "Got the money?" he asked looking around. He was looking at the empty apartment. "This week," Brian lied, he. I can feel your hands on my hips, brushing against my thighs as you pulled yourself closer on the back of my motorcycle when I stupidly offered to take you on an outing and you shocked me by your eager acceptance of my invitation. I think I almost fell out of the chair in shock that you said yes. But still, I didn’t put any stock into the situation. When we got back to my house that afternoon and watched TV with my roommates, you sat on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of you and put. The boys were definitely interested in the new girl, noted Mary, sitting on the floor at the coffee-table and nibbling on carrot pieces. “John honey, come help me a minute,” she said. They went down the hall to the downstairs bedroom. They heard laughter from the living room as they gathered pillows and blankets, brought them to the room with the others. “Gosh, with so many people here, we may need a little more room than usual,” said Mary. “I don’t think the ole bed can handle it!” laughed.