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Finally, after searching high and low I had found a roommate. I had just bought a house a couple years ago and had been looking for the right roommate ever since. I didn't really need one, but desired one for the company. I knew I didn't want someone who was gonna always be partying or getting drunk. I also didn't want them having the opposite sex over constantly and rubbing it in my face that I wasn't getting any and they were. I knew these were high standards but really didn't think them hard to meet. I was wrong. I had begun to lose all hope of ever finding the right one when she called.
"Hello" I hurriedly answered the phone after many rings and breathing hard
"Oh...Hi, I'm glad I caught you. I was sure I'd get the machine or something. I was calling about the room you have for rent or best offer and I was hoping to take a look at it if it's still available."
"Yes...yes it's still available." Still gasping for air
"Great! Are you alright? I didn't catch you in the middle of something did I?"
"No...It's fine"
"Ok...that's good because I'd hate to keep you from jerking your little dickie and helping it squirt all those delicious juices. I just hate it when a man wastes that stuff because it's soooo tasty and I can't get enough of it! So when can I take a look?"