The place was rather dingy and poorly lit, about a dozen or so unkempt men were sitting in a smoke filled room talking or flopped out in chairs, I was...about to turn and go back out when a middle aged woman of clean appearance appeared, who it turned out to was the landlady and asked me if she could help me. "Yes" I replied " I wonder if have you a double room for myself and my wife for the night", I noticed several of the men turned their heads when I mentioned I had my wife with me."Yes" said. It was a done deal on Dan purchasing the property.Dan phoned Jason Leonard, a mortgage broker he had dealt with in the past to get a loan for the purchase of the property. Current rules to get a mortgage required that Dan put twenty percent down which did not present a problem for him to provide that amount.Later in the day after some thought on what he needed to do Dan phoned Sue and asked her to make recommendations of insurance brokers since she saw what the premiums were for the buildings. She exclaimed "You're nothing but asexist pig! You have no idea how hard it so be a woman in America. Youhave no idea what it's like to be hit on all the time, to not be treatedseriously as a human being." You're right I don't," he replied simply."That's because you're a man!" her voice getting louder and louder, "Welive in a patriarchal society. You don't know how privileged you are. Iwish you knew what it's like to be a woman. I wish you knew what it's likebeing me. Then you would know how. ‘I’m sorry to be such a bother,’ she said after leaving the bathroom. He waved her off and laughed. ‘It’s no problem. I had almost forgotten you didn’t like storms.’ Sarah shook her head. ‘Yeah, here I am, thirty-two and still afraid of thunder.’ ‘Would you like something?’ Pete asked. ‘With the power off about all I can offer is a glass of wine.’ ‘I’d like that.’ Sarah began to calm down. Her heart had finally stopped racing. Sarah sat down on the small loveseat in the living room. The house.