Is it the right landlord?

"My landlord? He's evicting me? I haven't been late with rent ever. Did he say why he's evicting me?"

Anne's face flushed. Had she made a mistake? Did she just give Clara's underwear to a stranger?

"I just hope it wasnt my pervy neighbor Mr. Federico. He's been leering at me since I moved in. He probably wants to get in my pants, but tough for him that he'll never get the chance!"

Anne chuckled to herself as she inadvertently let him into several pairs of her pants, but now it made things a bit difficult to tie up. She had to think quickly.

"I'll straighten this up. What is your landlord's number?"

Anne quickly called the female landlord, and quickly told her that Clara was moving out, despite being her only well behaved tenant. The woman was sad, but didnt question it, saying the paperwork would be finalized by the end of the week, and Clara didnt need to sign anything. She even said that she didnt mind taking some possessions off Clara's hands if she left them behind. Of course, she had a master key to open the door, so no problems from pervy neighbors ransacking the place would arise. Anne hung up and did her best not to sound like she just won the jackpot.

"Oh, bad news. I wasnt able to change her mind. Seems she wants to give this place to someone else, and they're willing to pay more. She said you have to move out right away, and that she would take care of the appliances and other belongings if you take what you need right now."

Clara stood up out of the tub, wrapping a towel around herself, and marched into her bedroom, looking for something to wear, but only found empty drawers and her closet devoid of anything besides shoes and jewelry.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, I already packed everything for you. Just take that suitcase, and I'll take you to my place."

"But...I need to get dressed."

"Nonsense. You'll be safe at my place. Let's go!" Anne said, grabbing Clara's free hand while Clara held onto the suitcase, leaving nothing but a knot securing her towel in place.

Anne scrambled out the door, making sure it was locked and closed before pulling Clara down the hall and back outside to her car. Clara had no idea that such a small and seemingly insignificant email would lead to so much changing today.

As Anne drove, she couldn't help but look at the young, towel-clad beauty next to her. She seemed completely at her mercy, and her medical condition meant she would be for the foreseeable future. She couldn't wait to introduce her to her husband, and her kids!