Freeuse Females of Fremont Street

It’s been four days since I came to Fremont Street. This was the only place I could get on such short notice. I was transferred from the east coast to the west coast branch of Rival Financial. You would think from all those night time shows on TV that the west coast would have plenty of empty places, just dying to be rented. But all I could find was a bachelor house which needed major repairs.

It was located at the end of the street, on the left hand side, which was convenient so none of my new neighbours had to see me coming or going. Not that I wasn’t pleasant looking for someone from the east coast but when compared to the guys on the west coast, I was slightly nerdish. But then most banker types were!

I had just turned twenty- six when the company sent me west, with what clothes I had in my dresser and what little money I had in the bank, which just happened to be a little under six thousand and change (To be exact $6000. 49!). The company claimed that they were going to send my things out by a cargo container moving company. Before I left the east coast, I found my things were just entering Kansas, supposedly in another two days I would be reunited with my things, at least what survived the trip!