The Lodger and the Landlord (closed to VixenEv)

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The Lodger and the Landlord​

Name: Adrian Ham
Age 48
Height: 6 ft
Eyes: Piercing Blue
Hair: Black, with grey highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short
Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player but also carries some middle age spread
Profession: Accountant

It was early September, and time for Adrian to advertise the top floor ‘studio flat’ which Adrian had done since his wife passed away. The space was otherwise wasted, and he at times liked some company in the place. and so had decided to offer his top floor area to mostly Post-grad students attending the local prestigious University. He was situated close to the Priestgate campus, once a Church of England college.

Adrian read the advert for the last time before reaching to click on Send. By mid Monday morning, the advert will be on the University’s accommodation website.

Room available for Rent.

A room is available in an Edwardian town house close to the town centre and the university. The room is situated on the top floor and includes an en-suite shower/WC and a kitchenette. Access to the ground floor full kitchen is available with notification. There is also access to a bath on another level if required. The Location of the house is on Priestgate's way if you want to view the location on Google Maps.

I am an officially recognised service provider to the University, and have relevant references from the Accommodation Office.

House is fully modernised internally whilst keeping its Edwardian period charm and character. Mod-cons includes both a wireless and cable network accessing Virgin Media's 150 GB service. The room also has a TV access point for cable TV (Tivo) as well as ‘standard’ TV. There is storage space for a push bike if required.

Rent for the flat for a young professional would be in the region of £800. However I have chosen to rent to a student, preferably one studying a postgraduate qualification but not limited to. To that end, with a suitable character reference and an official letter stating that you are indeed a bona file student, rent will be in the region of £550 (negotiable in part) I would prefer the quieter study-conscious character rather than a party animal.

Please call me on 07123 567890

Having pressed sent, he opened up Lightroom on his desktop, his photo cataloguing and basic editing suite; and spend the next hour or so on the Sunday afternoon editing some photos he had recently taken, before feeling his eyes starting to feel slightly screen fatigued.

He put the desktop to sleep, and looked up at some of his portraits he had taken, before leaving the office, turning the light of as he did so, and headed downstairs, and poured himself a bottle of ale from the beer fridge, as he settled himself into the sweet spot, and reached for his tablet. Moments later, he was immersed in Pink Floyd, enjoying the sound, as he thought of the weekend, What else is better than enjoying a Sunday afternoon, music and a good ale. He looked at the wall, and saw the portrait of his wife, taken before she was diagnosed with what turned out to be a fatal case of cancer. He quickly shook away those thoughts. He needed to relax.

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Name: Betsy Rowe
Age: 35
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown, straight and long, with fringe that sometimes hides her left eye
Build: Slight and curvy
Profession: Writer, finishing her doctorate late in life

Betsy didn't have much hope left of finding a place convenient to the university she would start soon. Perhaps the decision had been rash.

After a messy divorce and being let go from her newspaper job, she had decided to start over. Finish her postgrad degree where she'd always dreamed of: England. Once accepted, a few months of planning found her staying with a friend while looking for a place.

She pulled up the uni accommodations without much hope. That was when she saw the ad. She nearly dropped her phone in her haste to answer it.

A pleasant sounding man with the requisite accent answered her call; she agreed to come over later that day to see the lodging. She practically vibrated with anticipation, dressing as she she was going to a job interview: pencil skirt, flowing blouse.

She took a breath and rang the doorbell.

 

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Adrian was working in his home office when his mobile rang. He looked at the display, and saw the number as opposed to a name, a contact.

"Hello, Adrian speaking, may I help you?"

"Hello. I'm calling about the room for rent."

Adrian hear the uncertainty in the stranger's voice.

"sure, what do you want to know?"

They ended up chatting for about five minutes as he quickly described the place to her.

Her voice grew in confidence as she realised the place is was still available.

"Sure, two o clock is fine, and what should I call you Miss?"

He put the phone down, and returned to the spread sheet. As an accountnat, he was now self employed, having worked for a large multi-national in the state capital before leaving when his wife Jane was diagnosed with cancer, a batle that she finally lost.

He decided not to return to the panic race in the city, and set up his own practice, supporting local companies in the town. He enjoyed it, and he made enough money not to have t worry about cash, he owned his home out right, and had spent money on converting it into what it was now.

Many of the other houses on the road had been converted into flats, but not his. It was an old Edwardian town house, with a basement and three floors, the top floor having been converted into a studio flat, for the nurse that looked after his wife in her final months. Converting it into a lodgings fora student was a simple matter.

It had a short front garden, and several steps up to the front door. The street had old trees, starting to turn colour with Autumn approaching. The cars in the street were sensible middle class SUVs and the like with the odd sporty model.

Dressed in shorts and a thin fleece top, as 2pm approached, he headed down stairs and turned the Espresso machine on, as well as the kettle, prepared for either tea or coffee.

It wasn't long before he heard the Ding Dong of the door bell, and walked along the hallway to the front door, the stairs on his right, and the doors to the rooms on his left.

He opened the door and took a second glance as he saw her, her long brown hair, and a curvaceous bust hidden beneath her black top, the tension lines in her top across her breasts clearly evident. She looked older than his previous Post graduate lodgers, but age was just a number. As long as she had the appropriate references, all would be in good order.

"Hi; you must be Betsy, please come in, I'm Adrian." offering his hand.


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