Pollianna got a call from Jenkins, at the estate agents early on Saturday morning. She'd been looking for a new flat to rent for sometime. This particular agency hadn't given her much to view, but she felt she should turn up as promised. Jenkins was rather a dishy guy, she thought as she admired him from afar. Early thirties, quality suit, polished shoes, interesting colour of tie to go with his pastel lilac shirt. It was blue! ' I wouldn't say no to him,' she thought. Well at least she thought she thought it. They went in, it was a small two bedroom flat, large living area and separate kitchen. He smelt nice too, Pollianna remarked to herself as he stood close to her a few times during the viewing. She wasn't sure, but was his hand touching hers a couple of times? "Do you like the smaller properties, Ms Richards?" he inquired. "Oh, yes," she replied "they are so intimate, don't you think." She clasped her hands in front of her...
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