? Upon exiting the room and closing the door I hear ?What inthe hell is this?? from Renee, more in an astounded tone than an accusatoryone.? ?She just... and you just? Okay John,why are you smiling like that?? ?Alright hon, here is the story? (again the reader is sparedthe dull details) ? and she showed up here today.? ?So what are we going to do with her?? Surely not let her camp out here, I don?tthink I would be comfortable with that, no matter how much I trust you.? ?No, she is not going to. Everyone was having a lot of fun so we decided to stay for a while. What we learned was most of the people there were college students and they were having a blast. It was hard to not get caught up in all the excitement. I love to dance and Ron will dance but he would rather not. We were at one of those stand up tables next to the dance floor and the drinks were flowing way faster than what I was used to. After and hour or so the two young guys standing at the next table got up enough nerve to. Her name was Jessica Somers, 27 year old attorney from Chicago. The woman looked exactly like the pictures he had seen of her. Beautiful, confident, arrogant. A young woman obsessed with her job. She turned gracefully on her heels and headed to her small office. James was sure that she would not have noticed him even if he was dressed as Santa Claus. He put the mask on and followed her. Her clicking heels drowned the sound of his steps completely. He aimed. The bat hit her left shoulder. She. The problem was getting the letch from not touching her. Candy, managed to get to "her" apartment with a minimum of hassles. There she was out $150, just to get by the manager, he needed next week's rent paid in advance since she was a new tenant. With only $50 left, Candy sat down and sighed as she surveyed her surroundings.She was not in a one-bedroom apartment. It was a one-room apartment. The best that could be said was that it at least had its own bathroom, with a bathtub. Candy had.