[Hobo]

I couldn't believe my eyes when she walked in, about 5 foot 2, short haired brunette. I raised the revolver so that the barrel was aimed no where near her. "Jack! Jack! Are you in!" she yelled. She turned to see me, with a gun drawn. She screamed repeatedly. After half a minute, seeing I wasn't moving she calmed down. She asked what the fuck I was doing. I explained it all. She wasn't happy. Jack had promised her she could crash here for a while.

Well I had no objection. So she went into the bedroom and unpacked her stuff. She asked if I minded having to sleep on the sofa. I didn't care, the sofa was far more comfy than anything I had at my pad. Evening fell. I watching an awful repeat of some soap opera. Then night came, I'd had a bit to drink, so I collapsed onto the sofa, into a deep sleep, at about 10 o'clock.