We live across from the Resident Manager, Mr. Thompson — the older guy you may have seen around. Well, Mr. Thompson is pretty cool about all the par...ies and stuff. He even has some fun himself. But he can be a tight-ass when something serious goes down, like drugs, or breaking stuff, or when it looks like people are going to get hurt. He's got, like, 911 on speed-dial or something."Anyway, I'm coming out of our place and here is Mr. Thompson talking to these two cops. He's telling them how he. After that lesson, I protested no more. I became the submissive wife. Ipetted the cat, walked the dog, did a bit of gardening and looked afterthe house. I was never provided with another car. Gordon still showeredgifts upon me, bracelets and necklaces, a couple of rings, allexpensive because he wanted me to look good, while at the same timeever watchful for male interest in me. I lost my jokey ways with peopleand had an aloof air which discouraged over enthusiastic interest.Whenever I was on my. ” His smile is breath-taking. “There’s always one.” He starts to walk towards me. I move out of his way and he reaches in and grabs the box. He pulls it away with ease. When he straightens up, there’s another grin on his lips. I fake a scowl. “I loosened it.” We share a short laugh and I’m surprised at myself. I was flirting with this random stranger! “After you?” he asks, holding the box as it if weighed nothing. I close the trunk and hurriedly guide him to my new apartment. He walks in. After carefully scaling the stairs they emerged to a long hallway with a couple of doors on either side."Hey! Check this out. Looks pretty clean in here." Mike excitedly walked over to the king-sized bed which was mostly made up and pulled back the blankets offering her a temporary love nest. "Ugh! Never mind!" The stifling aroma of urine, vomit and death assaulted his nose and stomach. Maggots shadowing the cameo of long dead flesh roughly the size of a rat. He tried not to vomit and quickly.