She appeared at the door. There you go – clean towels and use my bathrobe. Something to eat – drink? As he filled the kettle and put some bread... in the toaster he thought about the girl. Who was she? He’d found her nearly forty minutes ago and she still hadn’t said a single word. Strange. Maybe she was mute, or deaf, or something. And those eyes…All the while she was eating the toast and drinking the strong hot coffee he’d made, not a word had escaped her. Now she was fast asleep in his. "You have better things to do than to be farting around with an old guy -- which is what I am to you. I won't be making any demands."Darla chuckled. "What about fulfilling requests?"I waved a finger at Darla and Luz. "Stop it, you two!" You need anything, Boss?" Luz asked, apparently ignoring me. "Evelyn got a big one from you this morning, but that was then..." Cheryl climbed on me and raped me a little while ago. I'm going off to get counseling, but I should be good to go until bedtime," I. I quickly corrected myself. "Yes, Sir." Apartment 4D, don't be late." And with that, he left.Well, that was awkward. But still, I had to admit it would be nice to have a few new friends in the area. I didn't know anyone around here. I continued unpacking for the next few hours. At 6:30 I took a shower and got dressed casually in jeans, a T shirt and sneakers. All this work built up quite an appetite and pizza sure did sound good right now. I stepped into the hallway, locked my door and walked. ?" "Jenna Taylor," she said, hardly able to stop staring. "So Miss Taylor, what brings you here this evening?" he asked. "I write for a women's magazine, and I'm doing an article on charity balls. I feel a bit silly in this costume, but I needed to come for research. There isn't another ball for a few months and I have a deadline to meet," she explained matter of factly. "Ah. A writer, an interesting profession, might I have read any of your works?" he asked as they glided across the floor.