Niki

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke? ...

Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change. ...