Got back to SF halfway through the month. My room mate introduces me to the woman who will take over her half of the rent for the next year. The first thing I notice is the bra-size. I guess this one won't be borrowing any of my stuff.
In quick succession, middle aged woman moves out (going to Brasil for the next twelve months), new room mate moves in, new room mate's boy toy drops buy to "bless the bed".
I spent that evening in my room trying to drown out the sounds of savage rutting with a bottle of Jaegermeister.
The next morning, mister Fantastic is blazing around the kitchen in her! flimsy bathrobe preparing breakfast. If my stomach didn't feel like crap, I would've joined them for tofu-egg scramble and hashbrowns instead of just grabbing the coffee and heading back to my room. I fell asleep while they energetically "re-engaged".
If he wasn't such an evident male-slut, I might grab him. He's a good cook and he looks presentable. And I think he's circumcised.
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