00) and will probably fall asleep.’Eamon couldn’t believe his luck. He poured himself a nightcap and sat down to enjoy his scones. It was then tha... he noticed the picture.‘For our amazing teacher with our grateful thanks – Hal and Ben, her admiring students at the Melanie Mackenzie Academy for aspiring chefs.’How sweet,” he said out loud, as he looked at the smiling faces of Gregg and Derek. “Thank you gentlemen,” he said, raising his glass, “keep her looking the wrong way for me,. Jack turned just in time to see a bright red skirt land right on the face of Mr. Furley, their landlord.Furley, a skinny, wheezy-voiced old man, flung the skirt away and looked up. When he saw Jack, his face contorted even more. "Can't you keep your laundry out of other people's faces?" he demanded. Jack started to reply, then caught himself. "Well, it's tougher when you have to keep two separate supplies," he lisped. Jack and his roommates needed each other to afford the apartment, but Furley. Eight 0 Five – no one. Finally the doorbell rang. My throat was tight, my mind and heart raced. I answered the front door in my father’s white terry cloth robe. The Stranger shook my hand with a firm and solid grip. He was a Greek God! Better looking than the picture he sent. I offered him a beer and He said “No. Lets get to it.” He began to strip in my front hallway. I turned by back to him and took off the robe. He came up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. I could feel his hardening. ." out of nowhere I feel a harsh slap on my face. "Why?" I shout. Another slap on my face. I am unsure what to say or do next. I can't go anywhere and so far my responses seem to result in getting slapped."who are you?" I ask her again, hoping this doesn't get me a facefull of pain. But like I already guessed I am apparently not allowed to speak.She sits down on my lap and lifts up the blindfold. Shocked by the sight of her so upclose to my face startles me. I scoot my head back.But being.