That's what I had asked her," I said, still a little confused."She did say, you two had agreed about that." Yes," I replied."Anyway," my mom continued... "She said she already had a person who had given a deposit on your apartment." Wow!," I said rather surprised. "She doesn't let any grass grow between her toes. Does she." Things like that do happen," Lindie commented. "We had to move out over a weekend once." Sadly she added, "But it wasn't our choice though." Your landlord mentioned that it. I knew I blushed; I looked away.Suddenly he was at my table looking down at me. “Hi, what’s your name?”“Megan,” I said.“I’m Mike, do you mind if I sit down?”I looked over at his friend who was still at the bar. “What about him?”“He’ll be fine.”Mike sat down and moved in closer so we didn’t have to scream over the music. This close I could see he was young, but there was something in his eyes that made him look mature.“Are you alone?” he asked.“No, my friends are dancing.”“You don’t like to. "Oh, my God!" she cried, covering her mouth to hide her smile, and turning a lovely shade of red. "I thought you said you'd seen hundreds of them," he laughed, not at all troubled by this state of affairs. "Not like that, I haven't," she said. "He's waiting for you to wash him," Todd explained. "I can't very well do it for myself." "Well, you have a point there," she admitted, taking a long hard look at his stiffy. "Quite a point in fact." She broke down giggling, and then covered her mouth. ...Mister Drosart will see you know,....said a soft chirpy voice.Stacey lifted herself from her chair in the stylish looking hallway outside of the main office from what was hopefully her new employer. The gorgeous looking young secretary who called her had a faint smile on her lips as she guided Stacy towards the door at the end of the long corridor. The length (or rather the shortness) of her skirt and the size of her chest made it clear she was there to appeal to the more manly clientele for.