last roomate
He was absolute mental ward material. I came home one day to find the fridge EMPTY. All my food gone and his too. Thats when I asked about his tv... He had sold it to buy 10 dollars worth of crack that he had already smoked so he had to sell something. I started leaving my webcam on motion sense after that. He would regularly go through my room trying to find something to sell or money. Then I found out he had stolen the nights cash from the jack in the box and let some stranger go through all my stuff looking for money or anything, all lovingly captured on my computer. I packed everything I could and left the state of Texas to escape from this crack smoking idiot, now I am back at the parents' house at the age of 37 starting all over again...
(starvinm1, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 20:02, Reply)

tightest housemate on earth
TH (tight housemate) wasn't poor, he was just cheap.

he used to go through the bin each night and take out any food anyone had thrown away, put it on his shelf and eat it at leisure.
Chuck an orange juice carton away? he'd take it out the bin, swish it out with water and drink the contents.
Chuck out any meat because it was past its sell by date? TH would rescue it, and eat it sometime during the following week (meaning it was even more mouldy).

I've still no idea how he achieved it, but he managed to work out how much loo roll each person in the house used per visit. he told me I was using too much. I just laughed.

I could go on, but you get the idea.
( biscuitbiscuit is in ur garden, watering ur plantz, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:59, Reply)

I know what i did last summer
beacuse i was working constantly and couldent drink my mind away. In an effort to fund my next years rent at uni I was working for a property letting agency doing up student houses* untill i drunkenly gatecrahed the bosses bbq and wasnet given any more hours (a story for another qotw perhaps?).

One particlar house stands out beacuse of the people who lived thier before trashed the place. Seriously how could you live in a house where:

the front garden had been used as a landfill, the front door wouldent budge beacuse of the huge pile of bills left in the hall, all of the bannesters kicked out, rotting take away boxes in the living room, a kitchen an bathroom floor that were as black and sticky as a oil spill and litterd with dead mice, two feet stack of decomposing plates on every work surface, evry single wall had deep axe holes in and "dave is a bummer!" written on them.

Oh and one of the bedroom doors had jammed so a pannel had been kicked out to make a human sized cat flap.

who the fuck were these people?

*the same company also let to asylum seekers, guess who was easier to clean up afterwards.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:57, Reply)

Can't remember his name.
But he was just weird!

He seemed ok at first - an out of work artist, working as a chef at a Thai restaurant ; favourite film: The Big Lebowski.

What could go wrong?

Well, because he worked in a Thai eatery, that seemed to be all he ate, and every time he came home from work he'd go for a shit - which stank like, like... really, really pungent shit that'd been set on fire! - This stank the whole house out for at least an hour - every fucking day!

Secondly, on more than one occasion he asked if he could skin-up (he never bought any weed), i'd say yes, then he'd smoke it all himself... which didn't bother me until i realised he'd managed to stuff 90% of what i had left into just one spliff - leaving me with a few scrawny twigs!

But lastly, and certainly not leastly (pffft...?) While doing some male bonding on the first saturday night after he moved in (i.e. drinking, smoking, watching The Big Lebowski), he said "can i ask you something?", "yea sure" i replied;
he paused - then continued, "Can i suck your cock?" (i kid you fucking not!)
I sat there in shock staring at the TV, thinking "wtf wtf wtf.." until he said "sorry, i didn't mean to offend you".
"no, no, no" i said, "I'm not offended, just a little taken-aback, *nervous laugh*... and, you know, i just dont swing that way... sorry".

His reply - "Neither do I"

DOUBLE-U TEE EFIN' FUCKETY-FUCK!?!?!?!
(A Hospital Carpark, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:47, Reply)

I'm living in university accomodation.
There is a guy with a megaphone who yells words like "MINGE!" into the courtyard, which echoes something rotten, in the early hours of the morning.

Also, we have a food thief. Even adding laxatives to my food hasn't stopped them.

This is probably just normal university life, though. I'm woefully inexperienced in the real world, having lived sheltered by my parents for the first 19 years of it.
( xugglybug - you know, the one with the ears, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:43, Reply)

Housemate's friends from hell
In the year after I left the madhouse below, I lived with six much nicer people. One of these was a final year art student called Lucy. To celebrate her end of year/end of degree show, she invited 15 of her friends down from Romford to see her artwork and stay in our house.

Big mistake. The friends arrive in the afternoon and are 15 skinheaded, tracksuited, lairy, Essex chavs. I go out for the evening to a friend's party and this is the one time I don't have a clue where my key is, so I don't lock my door.

I come back with another housemate at about 2am and find Lucy sat on the stairs crying. The 15 chav types have trashed the entire house, except for the locked rooms. They have nicked DVDs, PS2 games and passports and thrown everything up in the air. My posters were all pulled down, and the missing stuff eventually reappeared in Lucy's knicker drawer.

Meanwhile the chavs are at Lucy's friend's house doing the exact same thing. When they return, nearer 3am, waving cans of Stella and demanding to be let in, Lucy goes outside and tells the whole of Canterbury exactly what she thinks of them. The words "fuck" and "cunt" made up most of the conversation, and she doesn't remember exactly what she said from that day to this. She has also never spoken to any of them again.
( Maladicta, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:32, Reply)

my previous housemates were a terrible
they;d lived together for years at one of em's mums's house before they decided to play grown ups, and get a really nice house in the decent part of town.
the rent was just shy of 900, so they decided to get an extra lodger.. me. Its at this point i should have refused, but having known them a few years, and one of them being a copper, i though "hell, it cant be that bad". oh how wrong i was.

The younger of the two, dan, had just turned 18, but had a penchant for 15 year olds. Fair play, its what he wants to do, but having all night parties with said kids til 4am, gettign them drunks and taking advantage, while im trying to get soem sleep for work is not a good thing. he did this far too regularly...

The older, who we shall call 'dave' to avoid any possible beatings, had less questionable tastes in women, instead choosing to sleep with his exes. equally, not so bad, but when, post-coitus, he ran down the corridor, past my room, into dans room, naked, and dived onto his bed, causing dan to scream "Urggghhhh, its still dripping", waking me up, did i have a problem.

Various other things were shit too, such as the them vs me attitude they had.
I'm rather houseproud, and cant stand dirty plates & cuttlery lying around, not so much for the tidyness, but because i don't like infestations. So, every day, i made sure the dishwasher was loaded, turned on, turned off and unloaded, as well as generally keeping the place tidy.

i asked one of them to bring in the laundry one evening as i was working late, i find it still out at 2am when i finally clocked off, with a 3 page note about how they dont do me favours, as i dont do them any.

the near final straw was when they brought dan's brother, and his dog, to stay unexpectedly for a week. they explained that his parents were being evicted, so i thought it fair, until i noticed the dog had a habit of scratching itself. alot.
my cries of "its a flea ridden mutt" were shot down, until i demonstrated said pests to the pair of em, and threatened to put it in a sack with a brick, and throw it in a river.

the final straw was when they told me the landlord was evicting us for 'various noise related incidents' and had 3 weeks to move out. when i phoned the landlord, he told me the truth, the fuckers had handed in the notice, and sworn that i'd agreed too.

i could go on, but my rage is peaking, and i need to go kill something to let it go.

funnily enough, i dont talk to them anymore, but i hear they moved back in with 'dave's mum, to be mollycoddled, and cleaned up after, while i moved to a flat 3 mins stagger from the pub
( lo, the Greebo Warrior - Est. 2002, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:23, Reply)

Random post jogs previously erased memory and returns stuff best left forgotten
Reading down and seeing the story about the guy taking a shit in the flatmate's room reminds me of a flatmate who once was so fucked after a weekend bender, he decided it made more sense to shit on a newspaper in his room and then throw it out when he felt better than to use the toilet. So, he gets up, walks _past_ the toilet into the kitchen, gets a newspaper, walks back past the toilet again, spreads the paper on the floor, duly shits in it, stands up to admire his handiwork, somehow manages to slip (go figure) and lands on his side in the hot fresh chud.

We also came home one day to find him unconscious in the porn cupboard after reaching up to get something and it falling and braining him. Out for the count, and covered in scud from head to toe.

Then (christ, how could I forget this) there were the usual characters who float in and out of any houseshare - South African Steve was my particular favourite, turning up one day when I was on my own to show me a semi automatic he was going to sell to someone in Possil, bullets and all.

I moved out shortly afterwards.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:14, Reply)

Brian
His name was Brian. We lived together for a brief period, and as everything does, it starts out alright. Newly moved in, both of us were elated for the first couple of weeks, until it settled down and became the norm.

But then the truth started to come out. This would've fit in the last QOTW: He never brushed his teeth, and his breath smelt horrible. I tried to get him to eat foods that might ease up the smell but nothing worked. And then after a few more weeks I'd go into his room and find what looked like shit - yes, SHIT - smeared on the carpet. He would leave crumbs and mess all over the floor, and raid the fridge when I was out and eat the food I'd bought for myself. And I'll never forget the day I walked in to find himself trying to give himself a blowjob - talk about scarred for life!

One night he brought some bitch home who must've got fucked off at Brian, cos she just wrecked the place. Stuff all over the floor, shouting her mouth off at him. Eventually I stepped in and tried to throw her out, only to be attacked by her.

It all ended in tears when he attacked me one morning and sent me toppling over and I nearly broke my leg. So I took him to the vet to be put down.

Cunting dog.
(ratthingbazzterd, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:08, Reply)

my worst flatmate

was a certain Welsh rockabilly.

You might claim not to need this house no longer mate, but that doesn't explain your continuing obsession with what may or may not be behind the green door.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:08, Reply)

Creepy little fucker from highschool.
For a few months, a friend from Highschool came to live with me and mother dearest as he got kicked out of his house. My friend was bumming around on his laptop one night when he wasn't in; he opened upa file called "stories". Turns out, this guy used to like writing erotic fiction about underage, 13 year olds called "Katie", who, apparently, "had the best tits in all of year 9". It must have been no less than 17 pages of 'fiction'.

He vomited all over the bathroom walls once and left it for three days because he "couldn't be bothered" wiping it up. I had been away for the weekend and when I noticed, I found he went out on the friday night. It was now Monday morning and I nearly kicked the fuck out the little ungrateful cunt.

Another time, I noticed we had a lot of viruses and dialers on the PC; checking around, I open up the index.dat file (for those who don't know what it is, Windows records every single website you visit that's hard to locate & erase) to find thousands of entries of sick websites on his account. A few the are burnt on the back of my mine are: fuckedgrannies.com, analinsertions.com and some dodgey website titled "How do you kill yourself if you're underage and can't get a gun".

We informed his dad about it, who's response was "well, he's a teenager, i'nt he?". We kicked him out soon after.
Apparently, he's working as a male escort around Manchester. Ugh, I'm actually laughing whilst writing this. It's just so fucked up. haha.
You should click this because I used to live with a depressed paedophile.
( TonyUNDERSCORE from the Internet, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:07, Reply)

Finally I get a chance to tell this story.
In my first year of uni I lived with four, well, eventually five of the biggest wankers I've ever met. I may as well categorise them.

Matt - if he had one more brain cell it would have been lonely. Dressed up very suitably as the Incredible Hulk for Halloween. Monobrow. Extra Y chromosome in there somewhere. Hated everyone else's taste in music, even if it was identical to his own, and would willingly beat the ever-loving crap out of anyone who pissed him off. Punched things when pissed off and hated to be beaten on the Xbox. Especially by a girl. Joined the American football team just to look hard. Oh, and he was from Lincolnshire. Most heard phrase: "Ug."

Tim - "TIMMAYYYYY!" is too nice a way of describing him. The opposite of Matt to look at (weedy and bald) but still thought he was God's gift. Walked around at least shirtless at all times, even in the depth of winter. His four loves in life were his car, which he once went home for the day to drive, Grand Feft, porn and "people getting killed". Could regularly be heard yelling "that's fuckin' bullshit!!" at his PS2 on a Sunday morning when he died (again). Owned only war films. Famously, when asked how many girls he had slept with, pondered and then ventured, "um, three?" (suspected to be lying). Most heard phrase: "Lessss go to ver VENYAAAAOWWW!" (student union).

Katie - Bitch of the first water. Nicotine habit and the attitude problem to match. Pretentious film student who was spoilt rotten by her divorced parents (did she have a clue how to use her brand new 40GB iPod? Did she fuck). Her first act as my housemate was to argue with me about the relative cinematic merits of Van Helsing. Made Mr Creosote look like a supermodel and her taste in music centred around McFly. Used to get pissy if she missed The OC or Hollyoaks. Most heard phrase: "Where the FUCK are my FUCKING cigarettes?"

Faye - Domestic goddess whose mascara overkill made her eyes look like spiders' legs. Was meant to be best friends with Katie but they bitched about one another pretty much continuously. About the nicest of the bunch. Listened to endless crap R&B. Everything she cooked had to contain courgettes. Wannabe model with a boyfriend named Brad. CHEERLEADER. Most heard phrase: "I know!!"

Spud - Matt's delightful girlfriend, and also willing to introduce herself to people as Spud. Two reasons why she was clinically insane. Overinflated ego. Also a cheerleader, who when she got her pompoms went round dancing and endlessly doing the cheer from Bring it On for weeks (Google it, I refuse to type it out). Annoyingly perky at any time. Dressed like a neon bag lady and was permanently either high or tripping on something, depending on how manic she actually was. We did not see eye to eye, especially after she moved into the room above me to live with Mattykins. Though this wasn't much better than her standing outside his window at 7 every morning bleating "Maaaaaatt! Maaaaaatt!" until he woke up. She nearly got an alarm clock in the face most mornings as she was better than one. Stayed in the house over Easter and never washed up once as she seemed to want to cultivate a mould farm. Half Italian or something but you'd never have guessed. Most heard phrase "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" or "Maaaaaaatt! Honeyyyyyy!"

And they loved one another sooooo much. To the point that when I moved in the next day they weren't taking anyone else into their select little club and spent the next year making me feel as unwelcome as possible. I got back at them in subtle ways (backwashing pretentious ale, nicking milk, playing music on 11, etc)

And if any of you read b3ta, I'm not sorry. You were cunts.
( Maladicta, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:07, Reply)

Yay, gurlies
I was doing a course four or five years back and living in a nearby city. Amongst my housemates were two very goodlooking girls. Messiest feckers I have ever met. They would eat half their lunch and leave the plate on the floor on a friday, and then head home. When they finally moved out the place was infested with mice.

I wish I had a sense of humor and could make this funnier *sniff*
(oeb, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:06, Reply)

Not housemates but still pretty rough
I've been very lucky and all the flats / houses I've shared have been a good laugh with little (or no) negative aspects. However, some of the room shares I've had to deal with (due to work) have been utterly vile.

One in particular sticks out, where an engineer arrived two days after me to aid in finishing a project - we get steaming drunk as soon as he arrives, head back to the digs, get some kip. He's also omitted to tell me he's just finished a course of medication which doesn't mix with drink.

Wake up circa 3am to the most horrendous retching and boking - flick on the light to see what the problem is and there's the other engineer spewing, Linda Blair stylee, all over the wall, the door, the floor, the wardrobe, him, his bed and everything else within range. Get him a bucket, gingerly clean the door-handle with a rag, make sure he's awake and not choking on his own puke, go back to bed.

One hour later I'm woken up by the sound of running water - groggy, still thinking I'm at home and the pipes have burst, sit bolt upright, to be greeted by the clear silhouette of someone pissing freely all over the foot of my bed. I slept on the sofa for the rest of the job. He didn't tell me he was a sleepwalker either.

An occaison also springs to mind of being quite literally trapped in a room, spewing and shitting into a bath until I thought I was going to die (food poisoning). Every time I smelt the offending food (by the only door out), or tried to move it I started off again, so on this occaison it was my hapless co-worker who got the raw deal.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:01, Reply)

to save money

I got room in a sharehouse in the slash fiction universe.

I left the fifth time Harry Potter and Xander from Buffy 'accidentally' walked in on me having a shower.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:55, Reply)

an infamous sharehouse I used to know

where one bedroom was a goth couple, one bedroom was a punk couple, one bedroom was a hippie couple and one bedroom was a skinhead couple.

Eventually the house burned down, and everyone died.

Except for the skinheads. They were at work.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:53, Reply)

Apparently ...
i'm utter cunt to live with.

However, an old friend was in halls at uni and naturally pranks were played on one another throughout the year. Now, its a piss poor joke but some lads decided to hide an open tin of sardines near my mates radiator (if you have time a pint of maggots is much better as they disappear overnight and result in a nasty infestation). Anyway, the lads were probably thinking how funny this was going to be as my mates room would stink. Problem was that my mates tolerance for living in horrific skanky squalor was very high...so high that two weeks later the lads came back to get the tin of fetid fish which had stank out an entire floor in halls.

better quality answers usualy appear nearer the back pages
(i anglepoise, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:52, Reply)

Flatmates from Oz
I used to share a house with an Australian couple. They were nice enough, both primary school teachers but they hadn't quite adapted to the climate - meaning they would routinely crank the central heating up to close to 30degrees. The were also very environmentally aware, leaving baths full of water for 're-use' (urgh). The standing water and high temperature meant that after a few weeks, the bathroom was covered in black mould.

They also never tidied up, thinking that they were still living in 'the bush' - living out of huge waterproof drums filled with their possessions. Week old bowls of half eaten ceral, random pizza boxes would litter the front room and the kitchen looked like the set from the 'Young Ones' (I have the photos somewhere).

I moved out when she announced that they were having a baby... dear god how I felt sorry for that child.
A few years later I was talking to my old Landlords who told me they practically had to gut the house and rebuild it, as the bath had started to fall through the floor due to the woodrot.

But they did introduce me to TimTams, so that's o.k.
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:48, Reply)

there was that horrible time

when I was a miserable hippie student, and I shared a house with three other students: a violent orange-haired punk, an angry lefty, and a short guy who wasn't very funny. Luckily the BBC sent us a cease-and-desist letter so we had to break the house up.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:45, Reply)

my flatmate let his friend

take a shit in my room.

Needless to say, I moved out of the toilet and into a bedroom immediately.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:38, Reply)

I was
the odd roommate, the one whose lifestyle was notably different from that of my roommates.

I had sex with women.

Yes, it's true- they were both out-of-the-closet gays, and I was the hetero guy who lived with them. They were not a couple, thank god- in fact, I'm not sure that Michael was sexually active; if he was then he was nicely discrete about it. He and I got to be quite good friends.

Anthony, on the other hand...

One morning as I was getting ready to head out there was a knock at the door. An unfamiliar guy was looking for someone, "I think his name might be Andrew or something."

"Anthony?"

"Yeah, that's him!"

Anthony emerged from his bedroom, and the two of them went back in. And I got my jacket and vanished for the day.

Sadly, this scene was repeated with alarming frequency with unfamiliar people.

Now, all of this I could deal with- hell, I wasn't sleeping with the guy, so if he got something dire from one of these people it really wasn't my problem, and fortunately his room and mine were separated by the bath so I never heard anything.

And then one morning as I was not quite awake and was in the shower, I noticed a bright red used condom next to the soap.

That was a little more than I could take.

Length and girth are something that I'm glad I never found out about. From either of them.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:38, Reply)

I used to live with my dad
I don't really need to say much more than that. We had meatballs for dinner every day. By themselves...

And he has something wrong with his digestive system meaning that the toilet constantly stunk the house out. And he banned me from mentioning my mom.

When I was about eight I used to have an airing cupboard as a bedroom.

Meh, I could go on and on.
(danecobain I have a new sig!, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:37, Reply)

All I can say is that
we were sharing a flat in the town center, i mean, right smack in the middle, we were within spitting distance of a shopping center and our kitchen window looked out on Tesco.

my flatmate and his friend used to sit at the window to the high st and shout "FORESKIN!" at passers by.

needless to say we don't live with him any more.
When he moved out, I moved into his room (it was bigger) - I proceeded to find two pairs of stockings under his bed, still being a friend of his ex-girlfriends i asked if they were hers, she said definitly not... I'm convinced they were his.
(Canazza is mostly listening to Yes, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:35, Reply)

:(
Caught wanking by sexy female flatmate over a picture of herself (Procuring it is another story indeed, let it be said it involved copius consumption of alcohol on the parts of fifty students, and an extreme case of peer pressure). It was terrible. I'd fancied her for ages, and she offered to help me. And as she walked towards me, sprawled on my bed, I came on her face. She wasn't pleased, and not only was I embarassed, but I missed out on ticking one of my, "To do before I die." boxes. :(

Click I like this if you want to see the picture.
Hell yes, I still have it.
(Alexxx It wasn't me, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:34, Reply)

I used to live in Salt Lake City

where almost everyone is 'LDS' (a Mormon) - and so people are very conservative about things like swearing and blasphemy.

And thus I had to suffer the housemate from heck.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:34, Reply)

My (ex) stepmother
She was one psycho cow.

And my ex Step Brother, what a git, he was fair skinned with Blonde hair, when we went on holiday to Lanzarote he chose to ignore his Mum's advice of not staying in the sun for too long and at the end of the day he was lobster coloured, curled up in a ball and balling his eyes out- how i laughed!

On that very same holiday (to show you how much of a cow my dad's Ex-wife is) I got a bollocking because I didn't sunbathe:
'you won't come back tanned, and no one will know you've been away'
She of course, sunbathed everyday and got coldsores, I walked about in the sun and came back with a better tan than her, without giving myself skin cancer!

Luckily my Dad divorced her but is now with another psycho, luckily I don't live with her :D
(purplefairy, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:32, Reply)

I used to live with a guy with a rare mental illness

he had the mental age of a two-year old genius who had the mental age of someone who was this guy's actual age.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:32, Reply)

my housemate loves to be 3rd
3rd woo
(a_pair_of_shitty_pants thats The Kinks you prick!, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:30, Reply)

Padlocked door, dungeons (!) and family members.....
When I was at Uni one of my closest friends shared a house with a girl who was slightly odd….
Jenny had the biggest bedroom in the house due to the fact her parents (her father was a Vicar) had bought the house just for the time she was at Uni – an investment….
Jenny had no friends, was repeatedly unpleasant to everyone (female) she met but had a constant stream of men running through her bedroom, as it were…

When they all moved in Jenny’s first ‘improvement’ to her room was to put a bolt and padlock on the door, for the first month or so she had a carpenter coming and going into her room who was supposedly making her a built in wardrobe.

Around the third or fourth week of term Jenny started skipping lectures – she was doing Geography and wanted to become a Primary School teacher – my friend Shellie decided to check up on Jenny to see if she was okay….
Shellie knocked on Jenny’s door – no reply.
A note was pushed under the door asking if she was okay and could she let someone know where she was….
After two or three days of no sign of Jenny, Shellie and the others were really concerned and telephoned Jenny’s parents – they were angry to have been contacted, and said Jenny had phoned them only that day….

That night Jenny came home with her latest boyfriend – again no one saw her but they heard her and her boyfriend….
At around 3am Jenny and the lad finally decided to go to sleep, having kept everyone awake with their noisy fun which would have shamed any pornstar (so I’m told…).

Jenny still didn’t return to lectures, but she was still very noisily present in the house – but only at night after around midnight and added to the moans and groans were ‘other’ noises….

So Shellie decided one night to stay up and confront Jenny about all the noise…..

Jenny fell in the door late with a man….Shellie had words with her and Jenny told her to get a life….

This went on until the end of term when Jenny finally got kicked off the course – she decided to take a few things and return to her parents.

After she left Shellie and the other housemates went to look in her room – she’d left it padlocked so they broke it and got in….

Jenny had been running a little business on the side – the men she brought back were paying customers and they weren’t just paying for sex but also a bit of discipline too….
Jenny had really got into the idea of being a teacher – apparently she used to dress up in stockings and lacy undies, put on a cap and gown, glasses, and cane the men….
There were also bolts and chains attached to the walls, in fact the room resembled a Victorian classroom crossed with a dungeon…..

Unfortunately when Jenny left she hadn’t told some of her ‘regulars’ that she was off so they started coming round to see where she was – and that was the real killer – Shellie opened the door to her uncle…
he didn’t realise that Shellie lived with Jenny…..
Family reunions are a little strained now…
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:28, Reply)

first
get in
story to follow
(Handel blah blah blah, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:23, Reply)