With two weeks to vacate.”“But that’s far less. Their last offer was ninety thousand with a sixty day move-out option, if I remember right?”�...You remember right. They’ve withdrawn that offer. Now it’s thirty thousand and two weeks with no explanation. I can only think that they’re being vindictive, punishing us for refusing to sell. They must think they have us at a disadvantage. Lawyers cost big money and lawsuits take months, sometimes years, to settle.”“But we’ll fight, right?”“Yes. But. I spin her around so I can keep an eye on mytarget. When I am done, she nods that she saw who I was talking about.I start to walk slowly over to him. I am trying hard to keep him pinnedto one spot, by constantly changing my direction. I am rewarded by himbacking into a corner, with near no way out past me.I bark at him "Why are you fear...me?"He starts backing up even more, as he yelps out "Hey why is the mutantafter me!" I am not after you? are you fear me? you are only one here...is?" Ihiss. But even in these economic hard times, people continue to buy houses. So it was when the old two-story cottage beside me went up for sale in the last quarter of 2007. It sat empty for nearly a year until a middle-aged woman purchased the property.That middle-aged woman turned out to be Annette. She worked as an ICU nurse at the local hospital. Standing all of about five foot five, she wore a tight curly perm in her light brown hair, which just reached down to her shoulders. With smallish tits. The unique feature of this dress was the cross stitched eyelet’s that allowed the dress to be tighten like a second skin. She’d also gotten a vest that left little to the imagination, with the only closure being two snaps, that went far below her breast line. This was paired with a very skimpy pair of shorts that had snaps on the side. Into the mix, she added a couple of dresses with a plunging neckline and a couple of dresses that had multiple strategic slashes that came perilously close to.