Straight Female / 38
Making Things Work With My Landlord
I suppose my situation is about making do. Along the way I lost my job and got involved with a lawyer promoting investments in speculative companies. Maybe because we lived in Scottsdale we found a lot of our customers with retirees, a lot from Canada. Long story short, some of the companies never existed and he had priors from other states and I was convicted along with him. I got five years, he got 20 because of his priors, and he wasn't a real lawyer.
I got out after two, with probation and permanent barring from working with securities and forfeiting my license. I needed a place to stay and one of my cousins talked to her neighbor who lived alone, a widower in his sixties. He agreed, on condition I got a job and paid rent.
I noticed him looking at me, especially in the morning when I ran around without a bra. I started wearing shorts that accentuated my female form, not quite camel toe but definitely emphasizing my woman's bulge. Tops with cleavage, small bras, or no bra. Why crouch when you can bend over. Why close your door when he was downstairs, what is wrong with drying your hair topless in the den. Why worry if a man looks at you like he hasn't eaten in a week.
He looked, I gave him what to look at. Prison is a dry state, some girls got relationships going with other girls, I wasn't in there long enough. He was a widower, but not dead yet. A woman in his house gave him something to think about. All it took was going to his room and offering to keep him warm. Maybe being without during my arrest, trial and prison, and him being without since his wife's illness and passing, but whatever the first time he had me to himself he drilled me a new one. Not complaining.
I don't pay rent, I am working part time, and he is out and about golfing with his buddies coming home to relax with a woman in his bed.
I got out after two, with probation and permanent barring from working with securities and forfeiting my license. I needed a place to stay and one of my cousins talked to her neighbor who lived alone, a widower in his sixties. He agreed, on condition I got a job and paid rent.
I noticed him looking at me, especially in the morning when I ran around without a bra. I started wearing shorts that accentuated my female form, not quite camel toe but definitely emphasizing my woman's bulge. Tops with cleavage, small bras, or no bra. Why crouch when you can bend over. Why close your door when he was downstairs, what is wrong with drying your hair topless in the den. Why worry if a man looks at you like he hasn't eaten in a week.
He looked, I gave him what to look at. Prison is a dry state, some girls got relationships going with other girls, I wasn't in there long enough. He was a widower, but not dead yet. A woman in his house gave him something to think about. All it took was going to his room and offering to keep him warm. Maybe being without during my arrest, trial and prison, and him being without since his wife's illness and passing, but whatever the first time he had me to himself he drilled me a new one. Not complaining.
I don't pay rent, I am working part time, and he is out and about golfing with his buddies coming home to relax with a woman in his bed.
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