and was wearing a long floral flowing dress. Very casual but feminine, which was outside of the norm for Chloreene. She’d always been a bigger, athletic build kind of girl. Men often tried to get with her but no one ever wanted a long term relationship which really hurt Chloreene’s feelings.
Tracey’s home was in a nice quiet tree-lined neighborhood. It was not far from Tracey’s apartment building, about 12 blocks but had a very different feel. Tracey gave her the grand tour, it felt a little like a real-estate tour but Chloreene was thrilled that Tracey was being so attentive and open with her. The home was tenement housing originally but it made a lovely home. Made out of brick and connected and both sides with a nice little front yard and 100 foot long enclosed back yard. It was like a dream home to Chloreene.
Tracey’s taste was simple, clean and mod. Her only artwork was a wall of about 20 paint by number pieces. “I shopped for all the furniture in thrift stores through the years. My favorite spot is the one on Steinway… have you ever been to that one? If you pay off the guy in the back you can just walk out with whatever you want for a fraction of the price.”
“Yes, I’ve bought clothes in that one before. I always find good stuff there.”
“So, what do you think. Could you see yourself living here?”
“What?!?!?”
“That’s why I invited you over… I thought you might consider moving in with me… My roommate just moved out and I hate to be alone”
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Chloreene hurried tossing most of her possessions in donation boxes. She’d made an appointment for the shelter thrift store to pick up everything she didn’t want to take at noon today and it was 1050. The clock was ticking… She hurried on and when the men came she was all ready. They took away 17 boxes full of stuff. A full sized bed, a table and some chairs. They refused the sofa so Chloreene would have to find a way to get rid of it. With all the clutter gone, the apartment looked big and nice. Chloreene could not help but think of the first day she moved in.
With the front door open, Mrs. Munoz positioned herself so she could see the most of Chloreene’s apartment as possible. Today she was smiling and seemed alert and thinking of the present day. “When you got married?”
“Oh Mrs. Munoz…” Chloreene thought about it for a minute. She wanted to tell her the truth very badly but she decided against it. “Yesterday. I got married yesterday to a wonderful person. You would like this person very much.”
Mrs. Munoz clapped her hands and smiled big. She was so happy. She hugged Chloreene’s neck and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Chloreene felt good. This was a good omen.
---
Tracey was very welcoming and made Chloreene feel right at home. The arrangement was perfect. Chloreene could continue to work but agreed to clean the two bathrooms and kitchen every day in exchange for a free room. Also she agreed to take full charge of Brownie.
Chloreene was determined to not make the same mistake Tracey’s former roommate had. No girl’s night out here and neglecting her chores around the house. Tracey did not make it clear the nature of their relationship, but she always referred to her as a roommate.
--
Chloreene settled in to her domestic lifestyle. Busying herself with cheap, easy meals. She used Tracey’s kindle to buy an ebook with recipes. Tracey often took care of the sides and Chloreene often grilled meats. They spent their evenings holding hands watching tv. Occasionally they would take it further and get together in Tracey’s bedroom. These times were hot and sexy. Tracey was a vocal, passionate lover. She was not shy in the bedroom and brought out a reckless abandonment in Chloreene.
I’ve never been happier in my life. Really, life is good.
The week’s passed
Tracey’s home was in a nice quiet tree-lined neighborhood. It was not far from Tracey’s apartment building, about 12 blocks but had a very different feel. Tracey gave her the grand tour, it felt a little like a real-estate tour but Chloreene was thrilled that Tracey was being so attentive and open with her. The home was tenement housing originally but it made a lovely home. Made out of brick and connected and both sides with a nice little front yard and 100 foot long enclosed back yard. It was like a dream home to Chloreene.
Tracey’s taste was simple, clean and mod. Her only artwork was a wall of about 20 paint by number pieces. “I shopped for all the furniture in thrift stores through the years. My favorite spot is the one on Steinway… have you ever been to that one? If you pay off the guy in the back you can just walk out with whatever you want for a fraction of the price.”
“Yes, I’ve bought clothes in that one before. I always find good stuff there.”
“So, what do you think. Could you see yourself living here?”
“What?!?!?”
“That’s why I invited you over… I thought you might consider moving in with me… My roommate just moved out and I hate to be alone”
---
Chloreene hurried tossing most of her possessions in donation boxes. She’d made an appointment for the shelter thrift store to pick up everything she didn’t want to take at noon today and it was 1050. The clock was ticking… She hurried on and when the men came she was all ready. They took away 17 boxes full of stuff. A full sized bed, a table and some chairs. They refused the sofa so Chloreene would have to find a way to get rid of it. With all the clutter gone, the apartment looked big and nice. Chloreene could not help but think of the first day she moved in.
With the front door open, Mrs. Munoz positioned herself so she could see the most of Chloreene’s apartment as possible. Today she was smiling and seemed alert and thinking of the present day. “When you got married?”
“Oh Mrs. Munoz…” Chloreene thought about it for a minute. She wanted to tell her the truth very badly but she decided against it. “Yesterday. I got married yesterday to a wonderful person. You would like this person very much.”
Mrs. Munoz clapped her hands and smiled big. She was so happy. She hugged Chloreene’s neck and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Chloreene felt good. This was a good omen.
---
Tracey was very welcoming and made Chloreene feel right at home. The arrangement was perfect. Chloreene could continue to work but agreed to clean the two bathrooms and kitchen every day in exchange for a free room. Also she agreed to take full charge of Brownie.
Chloreene was determined to not make the same mistake Tracey’s former roommate had. No girl’s night out here and neglecting her chores around the house. Tracey did not make it clear the nature of their relationship, but she always referred to her as a roommate.
--
Chloreene settled in to her domestic lifestyle. Busying herself with cheap, easy meals. She used Tracey’s kindle to buy an ebook with recipes. Tracey often took care of the sides and Chloreene often grilled meats. They spent their evenings holding hands watching tv. Occasionally they would take it further and get together in Tracey’s bedroom. These times were hot and sexy. Tracey was a vocal, passionate lover. She was not shy in the bedroom and brought out a reckless abandonment in Chloreene.
I’ve never been happier in my life. Really, life is good.
The week’s passed
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