This was more modern than the first and was stylish in a kind of Scandinavian way inside."It's like walking into IKEA," Donnie suggested to the agent....Yes, it is very fresh, isn't it?" the agent replied."No, that's not what I meant," Donnie corrected her. "It's more ... sterile, minimalist, I don't know, kind of ... unlived in. It doesn't feel like a home."The agent scowled at Donnie's description."The property is only two years old and is decorated to a very high standard. All of the. After sloshing through two murky puddles of urine and used condoms, I reached the pleasantly lit ‘rear entrance’ without further problems. Figuring that at this point, I would have to burn the hoodie anyway, I once again extended the sleeve, and briskly pushed the glass door open.A pleasant warm breeze of sweat, semen and Lysol wafted into my face as I entered. I purposefully strode to the handsome clerk in the stained wife-beater, and presented a crisp $10 bill to gain admittance through the. He wanted to see Bitty’s boobs again… touch them again… kiss them again. Bitty couldn’t believe that Denny had snuck out of his room at the almost exact same time as her. Oh, we think so much alike! Denny looked so cute, with his frizzy black hair, thick glasses, knobby knees, big ears and pimples… absolutely adorable. She’d been secretly in love with Denny since seventh grade, when they’d been assigned to cut up a frog together in Biology 101. He’d almost passed out from the utter grossness. Shit, if she blabs about this, he's gonna kill me." What happened?"Sarah sat next to him in study hall. She had been reading a magazine andhe had gotten curious and looked over. She'd seen it and was threateningto spread all sorts of stories about him."Girls say things about boys all the time. Usually, it doesn't evenregister."He was staring at the floor."A fashion magazine?" she asked. He nodded, but didn't see her smile."Jeremy, I'm Tina Yates. Have you ever heard that name before?"He looked.