Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
“He’s in here.” You heard my voice as I approached your bedroom. The door creaks open, and from your bed, you see me pointing to where you’re sleeping. “I’ll make sure you have it on the first of the month from now on.”
“Belle? What’s going on?” You rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to understand why I’m allowing someone into your room. Not just any someone. The fat, sloppy landlord! He sneers at you and reaches under his pot belly for his belt.