"EVICTED? WHAT THE FUCK?"

Zach Pedigo ripped the notice off of his apartment door and stared at it with a haunted glare. He knew that he was behind two months in rent, but this was harsh. How could his landlord be so unsympathetic? Wasn't it against the law to evict someone until three months without payment before giving them the right to push someone out? Aggravated he crumpled it up and unlocked his door. Entering he slammed his door out of spite then hurled the paper on to his kitchen bar, which separated it from his small living room.

Tossing his gym duffle on the floor beside his sofa he took a deep breath and accepted reality. He knew coming up with the money to avoid eviction was slim. He had been out of work nearly four months, exhausting his savings just to survive. Finding another job was increasingly depressing. Not many employers wanted a man who punched out his boss whatever the circumstances were, good or bad. References stunk. He could cry to old friends who he knew would help him out, but pride was a hard thing to sit aside. He just couldn't ask and jeopardize a friendship. Sad to say he might end up living in a cardboard box here soon unless he could figure out something. But by God, that box would say Amana on it.

Tired and sweaty after a gym workout, one of the few places he had paid up for a year to be a member, he took his t-shirt off and whipped it out over his 55' television, the garment clinging to the screen. From there he unbuttoned his pants for circulation, stopping there in his disrobing. He needed a beer.

Opening his refrigerator, he procured the second to last bottle of Heineken in a six pack and twisted the cap off, guzzling it. Finally, leaning on the wall of his kitchen he growls to himself, "Lord I need a miracle here." Eyes toward the ceiling as if expecting a sign, he got it.

A knock at his door made his breathing freeze, "Please don't let that be the landlord. Bad enough I punched out my old boss, I'd hate to get hauled to jail for knocking out an old man. Of course, that would give me shelter." He chose to ignore it until two more knocks made him grow curious. Tiptoeing to the door he looks through the peep hole and bulges his eyes. "HOLY!" A swift turn of the knob he opens the door.

"Hi. I'm Heidi, I called about the spare bedroom."

Dumbfounded by beauty, Zach stared with awe at a devastatingly gorgeous blond with silky hair caressing her soft white shoulders. Piercing blue eyes and a perfect smile left him speechless. In response the wild-eyed young girl lifted twice up on her toes as if awaiting a solid reply.

"SHIT! Sorry, you just caught me off guard."

"I can see that." She hesitantly points at his unfastened pants barely revealing skin near his pubic area, Zach lived commando.

"Dammit!" He turns his back to her and quickly fastens up before returning to her. She blushed but stood her ground.

"Can I see the room?"

"Room?"

"The vacancy. I'm desperate for affordable housing since I moved into the city. I've been staying with my mom, but I want my own place. She and my stepsister share a one bedroom, so no room for me. Oh! I used to live with my grandparents. Long story!" She giggles.

Zach nearly told her she had the wrong place when inspiration struck. Stepping aside he motions her to come on in. He did have a spare bedroom that he used for storage. This could just be his lucky day. Even if it was dishonest. "Sure, come on in. Heidi, was it?"

"Yep. You're older than I pictured."

"Age matter?"

"Not really. How old are you?"

"35. You?"

"18."

"I could almost be your dad."

She blushes heavily and looks to her feet before snickering, "I guess."

"Shit! I suppose I should put my shirt on. Got too comfy after hitting the gym." He looks for his shirt locating it on the 55-inch TV and starts to go after it.

"You don't have to. I'm fine." She admits shyly.

"Uhhh? You sure?"

"Yes."

"Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actress Dove Cameron?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actor Tom Hardy?"

"My twin brother."

"My twin sister." She giggles, "May I see the room?"

"Right! It's ten steps this way. Small apartment." He nervously takes the lead.

"I don't take up much room. 5'5, 120. Mostly up..." She stops short of pointing at her chest, which had an amazing cleavage. 38C's behind a yellow camisole left them wide open to interpretation. Tight white spandex style shorts rode high on her assets, and deep within the thighs for a suckubbus cameltoe, cheeks peeking below the horizon.

"Well, I'm going to keep my eyes high." He slyly lifted his chin but lowered his eyes to appear charming, "I certainly don't want to give you the wrong impression of me. Even though I've probably already done that." He chuckles pointing at his own chest.