High Rise Exhibitionist Chapter One
As I signed the lease and handed the agent, Stephanie Peters, a check for two grand to cover the security deposit and first month’s rent, I found it hard to believe I’d actually left my wife and agreed to lease apartment number 1215 in Kurtz House for the following year. I had next to nothing to put in this $ 1,000.00-a-month apartment except a couple of suitcases full of clothes, my portable stereo, and a laptop. I could have easily found a less expensive place and been happy, but now that I was unencumbered by the bitch I’d been married to for fifteen years, I wanted to be close to the nightlife of the center city. “So Allen, will you remodel before you move your furniture in?” Ms. Peters asked. “Furniture? You’re looking at my …