House hunting

Though Joseph was not heading off to college until a few months he had to look for a new place. His initial plan was to move out to a nearby apartment or even living on campus in the dorms. His college was local so it was not a big deal but now with his new found power and the eleven time-stopped women he now had in possession. Joseph had to move up his plans for a new home. As fun as it was to have all the women in his room, it was a little tight. He was lucky so far that his family did not catch him yet.

It was Monday when Joseph skipped class and headed downtown to look for a new place. He had a few ideas where he wanted to live. The new place in question would have to be big and easily accessed while also being secluded enough where he could keep things private. After driving around for a bit Joseph decided the best location would be in the industrial area that was just a few blocks from downtown. With college being located just a few blocks the other direction it was the most ideal location.

As he cruised through the row of warehouses and non-descript buildings he kept an eye for anything appealing, something he could just move in without much effort. The area itself was quiet for the most part with a few work trucks and van heading here and there, with no one paying him much attention. At the end of the street a lone two story warehouse caught his attention, the place looked little fresher than the other buildings.

The warehouse had a garage door on the ground floor while the second floor had dark plate glass windows. Though it looked like it fit in the area it also looked like it was a little less rundown. Joseph did like it sat on the far edge of the industrial park, away from the other businesses. It was also on it's own lot, so it had a street wide distance between its neighbors. In front of the warehouse there was bright red BMW convertible parked. Though the BMW was a bit on the vintage side, it stood out from all the work vehicles that dominated the area. Intrigued Joseph pulled his car behind the little German convertible.

As soon as he stepped out of his car and peered up at the warehouse a voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down and saw that a woman had emerged from the now open garage door of the warehouse. The woman was a African-American, though her complexion was on the lighter side. Her hair was shoulder length and brown with bouncy ringlets. She was a slender woman but was pretty well stacked at chest level, the tight-fitting compression top easily showed this off. Her lower half was clad in equally tight leggings while she walked on flip-flops. "Could I help you?" she had asked.

"Oh..." Joseph started as he looked over the woman. She looked to be a few years older than him at the least. Her face a curious but concern look at him. "...I was just admiring this warehouse, it looks different from the others."

"It's not a warehouse...this my studio...." The women said as she stopped a few paces in front of him. "You can't park there," she then added putting her hands on her hips.

"A studio? For art?" Joseph asked curious.

"Yes, I sculp," the woman replied a bit suspicious. "How old are you? Aren't you suppose to be school?" she asked.

"Perfect," Joseph simply said. The woman looked at him puzzled. He then stopped time.