The day-to-day story of a landlord living with a tenant.

The tenant came close to his tie and touched his neck, and the two of them were so close that they could hear each other breathing, and the landlord looked down at the smile in her eyes, and the throat was rolling, and the tenant looked up at him, and his finger stopped on his collar, and the air was so quiet that it was just raining out of the window, and the landlord suddenly held her wrists, held her gently close to her waist, and the other hand held her close, and the tenant didn't back off, and instead he put his head on his shoulder, and the landlord breathed heavy, and the light fell on her lips, and her fingers were tweaked, and his eyes were lifted up, and his eyes were lifted up, and his eyes were filled with provocative laughs, and the landlord's throat was moving, and his head was down, and the door was down, and she was just down.