I've been trying to sort out Mary Lynn's crap, put it into boxes (except for a few items that caught my eye that I know she'd want me to have, like her teevee set from the bedroom and most of her jewelry) and clean. It ain't been easy. She's got the weirdest stuff, like I found a box of false teeth and some other odd items. It looks like she's been the apartment kleptomaniac! She's been hording random stuff that's been blamed on me for a coons age. Sly devil.
She also had about a cool thou in cash in a coffee tin in the freezer. It's mine now. Same with all her drugs. Mine, all mine.
Her family showed up, hauled her possessions away this weekend and paid me the grand sum of two hundred for all the packing and cleaning I did. Management has already started painting and recarpeting to put someone new in by the beginning of August. I hope it's the hot guy I met the other day touring the place. He was so gorgious, graying curls, the face and body of Adonis and gentle eyes, reminds me of a older version of Lori Anne Carrington's hero in her book. I'd bet he was once a wrestler. I hope to get to know him much MUCH better. He kept asking my name so I gave him the name I hope to change my name to soon, it's much classier than my real one - Laurie Ann Carrtonning.
Because I have him to look forward to I've been trying mightly to eat those nasty fruits and veggies and been going to Curves every single day. If I'm going to ride him like a love-starved mule it would be nice to be a few pounds lighter. God knows I have to compete with all the horny old skeleton whore skanky sluts in this joint. You'd think vibrators were outlawed by the way these old birds try to seduce every man in their path. I know their games.
Gonna spend some of my new money on a swanky lingere set down at the Fashion Bug, a pink & green baby doll nighty and matching G-string. He'll never be able to resist that and my all natural womanly 52ZZZ boobies.
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