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finally called after him, “Wait. Wait. Sir.”
    The porch was rickety as she walked across it. Oh God , Shirley thought. Let me just get inside in one piece. The man had already entered the home. The door was left open for her. She pulled her hair back across her neck and tried to smile as she walked in. She was scared but...hey...things like this make the college experience, right? Right?
     
    Inside the house, the decorations were old. The wallpaper was clearly from the 1950’s or maybe earlier...Though immaculately maintained, everything from the ceiling fixtures to the thick floorboards, felt like it was from another time and place.
     
    Shirley took a deep breath in and held it tightly. The large wooden table in the middle of the room looked like it was set for eight guests. It looked like it had been set like that since 1928. Yikes , Shirley thought. She searched the room for the man from outside but saw no one. She could smell something.
    Apples. She could definitely smell apples. Since childhood, Shirley had always loved the smell of fresh apple pies. She could smell it anywhere. It reminded her of... happier times… She walked toward the kitchen. Before she could get closer, however, a strange thing happened.
    A short woman with blonde hair piled feet high on top of her head came running out with a wicker basket of what appeared to be laundry.
    “Oh goodness.” The woman hurried. “I’m late.”
    “Um. Hi,” Shirley said.
    The woman stopped long enough to look Shirley up and down.
    “You’ll do,” the woman said. Shirley looked at the woman now. Though arranged in a rather odd hairstyle, the woman’s yellow hair was vibrant and silky. Ringlets fell across her young face. Her eyes were heavily made over with thick, black eyeliner and pink eye shadow. Her well-defined cheekbones had been glazed over with a peachy cream-based blush.
    “I’ll….do?” Shirley was dubious. The woman’s cleavage, no longer obscured by the laundry basket, was rather showy. She had large breasts and hard nipples that darted out of her very tight and very short black dress. Though the woman was fuller than not, her hips looked sexy in the dress and under it; her legs had a nice, delicate shape to them. Shirley blushed.

“Yes. Yes. Of course you’ll do.” The woman seemed irritated with Shirley. What on earth was going on here?
     
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I stole your plant. I guess I met your... husband? Outside? And I guess… he’s not too happy with me. I understand. Thing is. I’ve never taken a thing in my whole life and I promise you I never will again. This was a one time thing. I promise.”
     
    Shirley’s voice was becoming more and more desperate. Here in this room out of time with this strange but sexy woman out of time, she actually felt afraid for the first time since she’d arrived at college just a couple months earlier.
    “Look.” The young woman looked her straight in the eyes now. “I don’t care about the damn plant. I thought you were here for…”
    Shirley was confused. Completely confused.
    A look of recognition flickered and the woman now said, “I think you’re supposed to go to the atrium.”
    “The atrium?” Shirley repeated. What on earth?
    “Yes. Yes. You’ll find it. It’s that a ways.” The woman looked bored as she spoke. She hurried past Shirley.
    As quickly as she’d come in the room, she’d left. The laundry basket remained on the overly large out-dated table. As Shirley began to wander through the house, she marvelled at how large the house was. From outside, it had been deceptively big. Big, but not a mansion. Inside, there were corridors and room after room. All had closed doors. She opened one room; it was for a bathroom that looked more like a retro dentist’s office than a bathroom. Green and black tile. Mirrors.
     
    Shirley went inside and locked the door. She splashed cold water on her exotically attractive face. Her full lips were still pink from the