. well, completely unfit for anyone to live in. The walls were drab, the furniture ridiculously spartan, and there was hardly a cushion in sight. He w...s going to have to take himself in hand. Nobody deserved to live like this. Well, the weekend was coming up, and he only had one appointment tomorrow. Time for a makeover.He spent the evening trying on his purchases, pairing up tops and bottoms, making outfits, and only went to bed when he couldn't stop yawning. He slept peacefully that night,. The more I poured down my throat the more talkative I became and soon I was telling Marge about my non-existent sex life. We were still talking when her husband Matt came home."Hey ladies, what'' up?" Nothing honey, just drinking and making girl talk." Girl talk? What's that, code for talking about sex?" No, the lack of it" I blurted out.Matt made a 'give' motion with his hands and Marge brought him up to date on my sad story."That's a crying shame" he said, "A good looking piece like you going. The older girl seemed to always be willing to make time and the younger one seemed to understand there were times she wore out her welcome. Our family movie nights would always find the two girls side by side on the couch, a bowl of popcorn to share. Invariably, by the time the movie ended, the younger girl's head would replace the popcorn on the older girl's lap and they both would be snoozing away. I probably have 30 pictures of the two of them that way on my computer.The only part of my life. Privacy. Their apartment was located in a home built about 1920 which had been subdivided on the cheap into apartments. It boasted four rooms and a bathroom. The front room was Missy's, but it had been built as den, with only curtains dividing it from the living room. Still, it had the most privacy as it was the only space you didn't have to enter to get somewhere else. Jane had the back bedroom. The bathroom lay on the far side of her room. If someone had to go they passed through Jane's.