“Great. Just great,” she said to her phone and she plopped it disdainfully onto her futon.She grabbed a bag of chips from her emergency snack bin ...nd started to pace her kitchen. She heard the next apartment over’s door open and close. She thought, ‘Maybe they’ve just come home!’ She dashed out and knocked next door.A friendly and tired face answered the door. She felt bad that she had never introduced herself to either of her neighbors on the floor but seeing as she’d only been there for two. Candy immediately had status, and even Candy's mom did. The ladies at the supermarket and the salon showered her with praise that her daughter was dating that cute hunk star athlete of the high school Jason Krause. Jason was six foot three inches of muscle, cute as hell and with a nine inch dick. Candy was four foot eight, just developing, although she did have nice tittie buds coming in. The first time he fucked her, Candy thought she would die. Hid dick was so large, and she'd never even seen. The air was thick with a scent she did not know, but it was warm and there was a fire on, red flames licking old blackened logs. Once Angela was warmed a bit she took a closer look at the driver. He was somewhere in his fifties, his graying hair and beard still touched with ginger. When her teeth finally stopped chattering Angela cleared her throat and said, "Thank you." Not a problem," said the driver. They stopped at a red light. "You heading toward Lincoln Avenue?" Yes." Me too. Name's. Spencer were talking, in private, and I was just sitting there, not sure what to do. I couldn’t hear what the were saying, but from what it looked like Mr. Verlander was giving the business to Mr. Spencer. Mr. Spencer looked like a sad puppy, in other words he did not agree with Mr. Verlander. ‘Well, Mr. Jones,’ Mr. Verlander started to say, while extending his hand, as for a shake, ‘have a great day, and you’ll be hearing from us shortly.’ What does that mean, thinking to myself, while I reach.