Several years ago during the housing market decline, I decided to rent my house. I had owned my home for 7 years and in that time I had received a few promotions at work. Because of my hard work and dedication, my annual salary had more than doubled. The price of houses had dropped significantly enough so that renting a house was now cheaper than renting an apartment. Being single and doing a good job of saving my money, I didn’t need a significant amount of cash to put down on my new purchase. Selling my current house outright would have put me at a break-even point anyway. So renting rather than selling was a no-brainer. I just had to figure out how and who to rent it to. I advertised on social media and didn’t have much luck. I even went old school and put ads in the local paper, also with little success. Having a second party locate and interview potential renters turned out to be more trouble than it was worth. I was quickly becoming frustrated and started to second guess my decision.Being a single thirty-year-old man who lacked any skill with power tools I didn’t want any of the responsibility that came along with being a landlord. I looked into hiring a property management company that could handle those tasks but soon found out that would drastically cut into my profits.Through a friend of a friend, I was introduced to a recently married couple that came highly recommend. The husband owned his own handyman company (which immediately sparked my interest.) I knew nothing about his bride other than she was fresh ‘off the boat’ Russian. Doing my due diligence, I stalked them on Facebook and was happy to see the many positive reviews on said handyman. He was a middle-aged man with nothing unique or noteworthy other than his drop-dead gorgeous Russian wife. She appeared to be in her early twenties with a petite figure, fake breasts, and legs that went on for days. She had alabaster skin with bright blue eyes that practically jumped off the screen. Her face was sprinkled with altıparmak escort freckles which further highlighted her youth. Her sensual lips and womanly figure were in complete contrast with her fresh and freckled countenance. Despite her inexperienced look, she was no stranger to being photographed. The way she hit her poses was deceptively suggestive, and the way she kept her mouth open ever so slightly without actually smiling screamed sex. And those eyes… it was like they were trying to seduce you right through the screen. Her sex appeal was obvious to anyone. It made you wonder how a seemingly average nobody landed such a stunning beauty? Needless to say, his social media was plastered with a rather obscene amount of pictures of his new acquisition. The majority of those posts were of her in skimpy bikinis or in some sort of undress. He was definitely pushing the limits on what was considered appropriate for social media. It was more than evident that he was clearly showing off her best assets.I quickly decided to reach out and set up a showing. My expectations were high and I was excited to finally rent out my house. I had already signed the contract on my new home and was set to close in thirty days. If I didn’t want to carry two mortgages I would have to find someone to rent my house soon.As luck would have it, Arnold the handyman, and his beautiful bride Nadia were more than willing to view the house a soon as possible.Arnold pulled into my driveway, in a brand new truck sporting all the bells and whistles. This only added to my conviction that I had at last found a potential renter. I welcomed him into my home and immediately started showing him around. Other than coming across as slightly disheveled, he was nice enough and clearly a competent handyman. As we were walking through the house he would casually point out minor flaws that he would later use to negotiate down the rent. At this point, I was görükle escort bayan more than willing to trade money for convenience. The rent I anticipated collecting from him would cover just under half of my new mortgage.During our conversations Arnold coyly suggested that he could pay me ‘under the table’ and that way Uncle Sam would never get his cut. I was skeptical, but he assured me that he had been running his business this way for years, with no hiccups. Reading the concern on my face he pointed to his new truck and boasted about its sticker price. Sensing that he hadn’t quite won me over, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his pictures finding one of his new wife. Having already seen his wife on Facebook I smiled and nodded as he handed me his phone. Overcome with a bravado he informed me that he spent twenty-five grand cash on his Russian mail-ordered bride. Further stroking his own ego and continuing to persuade me to slightly bend the law, he enlightened me that due to the plummeting house prices he was making a killing buying and flipping houses. In just the last month alone he had to hire two new crews to keep up with demand. He was literally hemorrhaging cash. Ever the salesman Arnold’s energy and optimism were contagious. Being short on time, and trusting Arnolds’ confidence we did a handshake deal right there in the kitchen. I told him I would have papers drawn up in two days’ time and be out of the house by the end of the month. Things could not have worked out better, I would be able to move out of one house and move straight into another with no delay. The only point of contention was that he refused to write out a monthly rent check out of fear of leaving a paper trail. Which made sense to me. Also, being as busy as he was and having a wife who barely spoke the language and not having a driver’s license, I would have to physically pick up an envelope of cash on the first of every month. This was not at all conducive to my hands-off policy, but the thought of seeing that Russian Goddess every month had my imagination doing backflips.The first six months came and went without incident. The envelope was always full and neatly secured in the mailbox affixed to the front of the house right next to the front door. I definitely had my misgivings about our arrangement but things were going well. I had hoped to have more interaction with Nadia but sadly that was not the case.Then one day I walked up to my old house fully expecting an envelope full of cash, same as always, and to my surprise the mailbox was empty. I pulled out my phone and double-checked that it was indeed the first of the month. Confirming I was correct I did the only thing I could think of… I rang my old doorbell for the first time ever. Before the chimes even stopped, the door opened and there stood Nadia. She was dressed in an oversize t-shirt that was clearly not made in America. It came down just low enough to cover her sex. The t-shirt was big enough that you could see one of her shoulders poking through. I wasn’t sure if she had on panties but I was definitely sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I did my best to maintain eye contact but I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering over her body. This was the first time I saw her in person and I was instantly aroused. Without a word she spun on her heels and walked back into the house. Completely dumbstruck I did the only thing I could think of… I adjusted my erection to 12:00, sandwiching it between my stomach and belt, and followed her in. Before my foot even passed the threshold I heard her voice for the first time.“Doors! Shoe!”Her accent was thick and did little to pacify my growing boner. I did as I was instructed and walked into the kitchen. She was standing not five feet in front of me, staring me down with those piercing blue eyes. Finally finding my voice for the first time, I asked about the money. She continued to stare me down, to the point where I started to get uncomfortable and wondered if she understood what I was saying. I repeated myself, this time letting a little irritation enter my voice. I caught the slightest hint of a smile before she regained her stoic Russian composure. I was now sure of two things: