There was a glass of milk on the table. She sat up straight when he entered the kitchen. Jack held his hands up. ‘I’m so sorry for barging in on y...ou like that. I-‘ ‘No, no,’ she said, ‘it’s my fault, I should’ve locked the door.’ ‘I just forgot you were here and I needed to, uh, to use the bathroom.’ ‘I usually lock the bathroom door,’ she said, ‘whenever I’m in it, I just didn’t want to do that here, cause-‘ ‘I didn’t know you were in there, you gotta believe me!’ ‘-I didn’t know if I was. "Alright dude I gotta have a smoke" I said in his direction "I think i'll join you sir" he said. Grabbing yet another case of beer we make our way to the outside hallway. There were fewer people this time and we got the only chairs in the hallway being the current pong table champs. "Nice cock block earlier" I told him. "When?" "When I was in the bathroom before the game." "No shit?, I'm sorry dude." "its all good man she wants my cock ill get her later I enjoyed teasing her a little bit like. He'll do something really stupid." I'm told his wounds are serious," Tuck agreed.He turned to Tanda. "And you, Tanda, how are you?" Bruised, but no broken limbs, no bullet wounds, no bayonet stabs. Stiff and sore. It will pass." Lady Judy?" Tuck inquired.She lifted her chin. "I'm fine."Tuck smiled slightly. "Then, please, do as I do." He lifted both arms, parallel with the ground.Judy did the same thing, although not as quickly. Tanda doubted that Lord Tuck missed seeing the beads of sweat pop. Everybody said so. She hated everyone and everything, it seemed. Because of her episodes Corrine was kicked out of no less than twelve apartment buildings, each one of lesser desirability than the last. The downward cycle continued until she found herself in the current abode, which could be described as the worst of the worst.Even as the worst tenant in the worst apartment in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Corrine knew she was safe. The landlord was so tight he wouldn’t think of putting out a paying.