Too much time passed before I got the call from Ella to meet up at the clubhouse for the second time. I tried to keep myself busy and think of other things but without a job or anywhere to be during the day this was easier said than done. Two and a half weeks went by and I developed a routine. I would sleep till about eleven and then slowly get up and lounge around in my underwear at the computer. First I'd apply for a few advertised positions online, to make it feel like I was actually doing something about my unemployment, and then I would find some good porn and masturbate until lunchtime. The porn I found didn't always cut it - to be honest, it was mostly the recollection of my encounter with Michelle that got me going and finished me off. I had just finished a particularly exhausting session on myself one morning when my phone rang from somewhere in my bedroom. I quickly paused the porno and started tossing my blankets aside, searching for the phone and answering it just on time.

"Hey sexy," Ella's voice sung down the line, giving me butterflies. "Are you up for a get-together tonight? I'm dying for it..."

"Sure am," I replied, sounding way too enthusiastic. Ella must have picked up on it, because she started to giggle. "I've been horny for so long...are all the others girls going to be there?" I asked.

"I'll just ring around the others and see if they're all free. If I don't call you back, then it's all on, okay? See you at seven."

"Can't wait," I hung up the phone and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally. I was starting to wonder if it was ever going to happen again. I got up and headed for the shower, smiling and singing to myself the whole time. Seven o'clock could not come quickly enough.

Once I was clean and clothed, I went for the kitchen to find some food. I had been living off government money for months, so my shelf in the fridge wasn't looking so good. I was trying to find something worth eating when I sensed a presence in the room and turned around to see my flatmate staring at me with a peculiar grin on his face. Oh, he was so gross when he looked at me like that.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied, in a tone that plainly said there was definitely something. When I didn't press him, only stared at him, he finally confessed. "You're a fucking lesbian, aren't you?"

My shocked expression must have given me away.

"Oh my god, you are! Holy shit. I would never have guessed."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I whirled away from him and buried my red-hot face in the refrigerator.

"I could hear you getting yourself off, so naturally I put my ear to the door to listen to you come. And then I listened to your phone conversation as well."

I was mortified that he had heard me masturbating, but I couldn't remember exactly what I said to Ella on the phone.

"You're a fucking creep," I leered, slamming the fridge and peeling the foil off an expired yoghurt.

"I thought that I was jumping to conclusions. But then when you were in the shower I went into your room and saw the lezzo porn you were watching. I waited for the dude to enter the scene....but there was not one cock that entire clip."

I was desperately trying to keep my cool, vowing at that moment that I would start looking for somewhere else to live.

"You can't just go into my room! I don't go into your room!"

"Hey, it's my house. And you can go into my room if you want," he winked, and I almost threw up. Vern may not look disgusting to some people, but to me he looked like a washed-up loser. His age was hard to pinpoint and he never would admit to me how old he really was, but my guess was anywhere between thirty and forty. His neck, arms, torso and calves were covered in poorly-done tattoos of blood and daggers and other creepy things. He had one gold-capped bottom front tooth and shaved his head so close that he did resemble some kind of a nazi. The thing that grossed me out the most about him, though, was his facials. He could come across as friendly and kind, just like when I had first come to look at the flat, but for the most of the time now he walked around with this perverted grin that made him look like...well, a rapist.

I threw him a look of disgust and went back to my room to get ready for the clubhouse meeting, even though it was still over three hours away.