225 Second Street
I Google the address and find it’s an old house, renovated and saved from destruction by way of its proximity to downtown and the need for professional office space for the likes of doctors, dentists and lawyers, etc.
So though longer a desired location for residential housing, the structure is well kept... at last appearing so on Google maps. And convenient, within walking distant of the office. But I’ll not labor the few blocks with my suitcase. Awkward enough that I have so much kinky paraphernalia in the trunk of my car... but to have such on my person? No.
So after a trying day of attempting to concentrate on work, I dutifully ring Miss Carson at 3:15, feeling as would an unruly child with a mandate to check in with a stern mother.
“Leaving for my... ah... my the
