A 23 year-old, dark blond, and slightly overweight man.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was still in good condition, but I really had let myself go. I was almost 200 pounds, and at 5'9, that wasn't the ideal weight range.

"Get a grip on reality Clark, there's no way a woman like Anna would be attracted to you."

After that reality check, I grabbed a towel and went back out to the front entrance to give it to her.

"Here you go." I said, handing the towel, to which she responded with a "Thank you."

"I was just about to make myself supper, pasta actually, but i think i made too much, would you like some?"

"Oh no I couldn't I simply came here so I wouldn't get too w-"

"No, no, I insist!"

Moron

I asked myself what the hell was up with that voice and thought to myself that I'd have to go to the doctor's the next morning.

Ignoring the voice once again, I turned the stove back on, and continued making the pasta. Once she was partially dried, she came next to me and wrapped the towel around herself.

"Do you need any help?" She asked.

"It's just pasta, I think I'll manage." I giggled.

"Are you sure? I'd love to help."

"No, really, I'm certain, go relax, you've had a long night."

"Fine then, I'll leave you to it, just a quick question tho: where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall and to your right."

"Thank you. I won't take long."

"No worries", I said as she closed the door.

Out of all the goddamn hosts.

"Okay what the fuck. What is this? Are you my consciousness? Am I demented or schizophrenic?"

And, he doesn't even know who I am. Great.

"Well I won't know if you won't tell me!"

Silence. Absolute dead silence. "Great. Just great." I finished up the pasta and served two plates on the dinner table just as Anna came out of the bathroom.

Dinner was short, but I did learn a bit about Anna: she was born in Pennsylvania, although her parents were European. She was in Washington, visiting a friend, but her car broke down on her way there, which is why she was here right now. She said she was 29, but she really didn't look a day over 21. I occasionally caught glimpses of her breasts whilst we were eating, but I tried to be as discreet as possible.

"Thank you for the meal, it was amazing."

"My pleasure. I'm guessing you need a place to stay for tonight? I'd offer my place, but I totally understand if you're uncomfortable with that, there's a motel a couple miles from here I can drive you the-" but before i could finish my sentence, she cut me off. "I'm perfectly fine with staying here for tonight, if that's okay with you."

"Of course! I'll go grab some sheets for myself, you can stay in my bed if you'd prefer."

"You're so kind, do you think i could... borrow your shower?"

Well that's not the kind of thing you hear such a beautiful stranger say every day.

"Yeah, yeah go ahead! I'll grab my sheets."

As she walked into the bathrrom, I grabbed the extra blanket and sheets I had lying around in my closet, and brought them over to the couch. I finished setting everything up, so I turned on the TV. After a couple of minutes, I heard the shower stop, and some time later she came out.

Holy shit.

She was wearing nothing but a towel, and the towel was way too small to cover her massive breasts. My jaw was on the ground.

At that moment, she walked over to me and dropped her towel.