<em>Ugh! This guy's a wad of bubblegum in your hair -- thick and impossible to get rid of!</em>Sheryl thought angrily. She now badly regretted allowing him to help her. Who knew that he could strike such a hard bargain? Could she hide over at Jade's apartment after they were done moving the stuff? But no, Sheryl couldn't bother Jade. Girl probably had better things to do than get rid of a douch for Sheryl... She'll handle this herself. There was some beer she packed in her new fridge. Maybe she could serve him that, and make him pass out before the "fucking in the shower" happened. It might work, but Sheryl was sure a guy like Leon could hold his liquor better than that, and she didn't like the idea of some half drunk bull in her new suite.<br/><br/>If it had been any other guy than Leon, Sheryl might have been pleased that any man would be willing to work for a bit of sex with her. She knew she had a great body, though she usually preferred to get by on brains rather than beauty. Why on earth did she hate Leon so much? He hadn't really done much to deserve it, besides that Halloween incident with the farting. God, that had been an instant turn off! But she hadn't really expected much from that one-night-stand, anyway, had she?<br/><br/>Her thoughts were broken off by Leon yelling at her from inside her old apartment. "What?" she replied, rather grumpily, taking her time to stroll over to him. Idiot was sitting at her table, with what Sheryl recognized to be weed on it. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Here, at my place?" she demanded.