"So how was your flight in?" I said. "It was smooth and fast. But I could really use a drink." "Ok, we'll get your stuff in the apartment and we will ...o down the street to grab some drinks."We pull up to my loft in downtown Minneapolis. It's pretty nice; three bedroom; full kitchen; full bar; hot tub; the necessities of any bachelor pad. I told her to go put in some warmer clothes and we would head out. She goes into her room and comes out in a pair of yoga pants and a Victoria's secret. .. it's an informal thing."That was a sad fact of the local real estate market. The laws were so restrictive and weighted in favor of the tenants that many landlords wouldn't rent apartments. At least not legally. There was a thriving market that preyed on the local low income population and students, which ensured that every apartment was filled, unofficially."So you want out. I gotcha," I glanced out the window. The sun was hanging rather low in the sky, but there were a good couple hours of. He looked briefly in my direction, looked away then jerked his head back in my direction. It was a classic double-take and I had hooked my first fish.He straightened up as I approached him. I put an index finger to my lips and touched my tongue briefly. I then touched my throat and slowly moved my finger down my cleavage. It was my way of displaying my wares. The lump in his pants was unmistakable. I noticed his name-tag, then looked him straight in the eye and smiled seductively. I said, "I. On my way to the airport my car breaks down (Chrysler's are junk) and I have to take a cab the rest of the way. The Team ended up giving me a ride to the dome. Apparently no one told the guys that Id be traveling with them and now I was actually going to be, at least for the first 2 nights on the bus, Darn it (yeah right).. you could see by the looks on their faces they weren't excited to have this blonde American poking a camera in their face and stumbling around with my horrible Portuguese.