You moved into a new apartment! You just had to and see who would move into the other room in the apartment. It was like a lottery, would it be someone terrible? Or possibly your new bestfriend.

You knew you had hit the jackpot, when you came home from work to the sight of a hot forty-something woman cooking in the kitchen.

"Hiya sugar, I'm Nancy. I'm your roomie," she greets. A small purr in her voice.