She dressed smart: tight-fitting skirt, ironed shirt, stockings, practical shoes, and librarian glasses. Occasionally, she’d wear a dress—she like... playful, bright-coloured frocks—and on Fridays, she sported tight-fitting jeans.Her name was Clare—he knew that from her post box in the foyer—and he often fantasised about her when he masturbated.On Sunday, he did his laundry in the building’s basement. To pass the time, he checked Facebook on his phone while making idle conversation with Harold—a. ’ Heidi stared over at him. He was so perfect. She remembered when she used to hate him for being perfect, for having the perfect life. She had resented him and everyone like him. In a way she still did. She wanted to punish him, to tell him how much she hated him still, but what was the point? It wouldn’t make her feel better, not in the long run. ‘I forgive you,’ she said. They sat there for a moment or so in silence. Heidi stood up and walked to the door. Jake just sat and watched her, ‘I. "I apologize," the guy said quickly. When no one else spoke, he added, "Look, I don't ever expect you to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know that I am sorry, and it won't happen again. I don't mean this as an excuse, but that night, a friend gave me a pill to help relax a pulled muscle in my back. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to have alcohol at the same time. The combination let my inner asshole loose, and I offended a lot of people, but none as much as you." Barb could feel everyone’s. Mauris varius risus eget sodales malesuada. Integer dignissim enim vel rutrum euismod. Maecenas viverra, tellus in finibus tempor, orci lorem laoreet libero, nec porta lectus risus eu lectus. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.Quisque ac ex purus. Pellentesque non turpis leo. Vestibulum ante ipsum primis in faucibus orci luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia Curae; Phasellus vitae m*****ie dolor. Cras gravida neque quis euismod sollicitudin..