st_fornicate
Sinful Salvation
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Good God, but this place was a dump! Jake thought as he looked around the small house on Rose Street. It was the end of the school year and Jake was staying in his college town for the summer instead of going back home. He had made the decision at the last minute, of course, and had spent the last day and a half searching for a place to stay, the contents of his dorm room packed into the trunk of his old car.*
When he got to the house, he found the joint to be pretty beat-up. It looked like the regular inhabitants had thrown a few too many parties here. Not that there were broken windows or anything like that, but definitely beer stains on the carpet and flaking paint on the walls. The kid who showed him around was obviously in a hurry to get the fuck out.*
Jake didn't have a choice. He wasn't sleeping in his car all summer! It's just three months, he told himself over and over as he unloaded his things from the car. It was late May in Columbia, Missouri, and at seven o'clock in the morning it was already hot! The tall, athletic young man peeled his shirt off and shook the sweat out of his curly brown hair before carrying another box inside.*
He looked around the house. At least the place didn't have any vermin, and was kind of furnished. There was a refrigerator in the kitchen, a couple couches and a coffee table in the living room, beds in each of the bedrooms. The air conditioning seemed to work. For now. He took the smallest of the three bedrooms, in the back corner of the house.*
When he got to the house, he found the joint to be pretty beat-up. It looked like the regular inhabitants had thrown a few too many parties here. Not that there were broken windows or anything like that, but definitely beer stains on the carpet and flaking paint on the walls. The kid who showed him around was obviously in a hurry to get the fuck out.*
Jake didn't have a choice. He wasn't sleeping in his car all summer! It's just three months, he told himself over and over as he unloaded his things from the car. It was late May in Columbia, Missouri, and at seven o'clock in the morning it was already hot! The tall, athletic young man peeled his shirt off and shook the sweat out of his curly brown hair before carrying another box inside.*
He looked around the house. At least the place didn't have any vermin, and was kind of furnished. There was a refrigerator in the kitchen, a couple couches and a coffee table in the living room, beds in each of the bedrooms. The air conditioning seemed to work. For now. He took the smallest of the three bedrooms, in the back corner of the house.*