I met her at a noir film festival. I was in the lobby and she came up to me and asked me what I thought of the noir genre. I was just about to tell her, but she put her finger on my lips before I could. I was getting hot from that. 

That's when I found out her name was Sandra and how she found out my name was Robert. We stopped at a place where there was drink, music and dancing. I couldn't tell her the truth about my fascination with noir films. I'm like the guy in the film, you meet a woman, she tells you to kill her husband she's yours, and just like a guppy you do it, that's me. How do you tell a woman on the first night out that you're the ultimate pussy whipped boy? I wake up every day hoping like hell I never run into a femme fatale. When I watch a noir film it's like looking into the future of what could be my fate.

When we got up to dance I couldn't keep my cock from bulging into a big boner. I couldn't keep my hard-on from pressing against her. When she felt it, she squeezed me tighter. With her knowing something like that it spelled doom for me. Sandra and I got to know each other over the weeks. I tried to have sex with her but she insisted that I be patient. Any other woman I would have said bye, but not Sandra. I was patient with her. I was losing my appetite to eat when she was not around. When we kissed and said our goodbyes I would fall into a bottomless pit of melancholy. 

Then one night she asked me if I would like to move in with her and her roommate. That evening we talked about her roommate Cheryl and Mrs. Blaine the landlady. I had butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat. I couldn't believe I was going to be living in the same house with Sandra. I'd be meeting Mrs. Blaine for the first time when Sandra and I got there. Sandra pulled the car into the driveway, "Here we are," she said. 

We both got out of the car, Sandra walked around the car and stood shoulder to shoulder with me. I loved the scent of Sandra. I tried to put my arm around her waist, but she pushed my arm away. I loved Sandra's smile, even though Sandra was smiling at Mrs. Blaine and not me. 

"Mrs. Blaine this is Robert. Robert this is Mrs. Blaine," Sandra said. 

I loved the sound of Sandra's voice. Sandra walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, went on into the house, and left me alone with Mrs. Blaine. 

"When my parents got married; they rented a room here. This place used to be a boarding house. They lived here for a year, after that they bought a farm, lived on it until they retired. When they retired; they moved back to town, bought this house and lived here until they both passed away. The house is mine now," Mrs. Blaine said. 

Mrs. Blaine's story made me feel good- it sounded romantic. I took out my suitcases from the back of the trunk and closed the trunk. 

"I didn't want to turn this place back into a boarding house, too much trouble. It's easier to just rent out the whole house, but if you ask me, I would rather rent the house