Becky's Old House

Becky has to make some decisions. She found an acceptable and affordable place to live. She loved the little country loft, but it was only a rental, and her nearly three hour commute was horrible. After wetting her panties on the way home from work she has to decide what to do.
Living in the city near work was not an option. The only places she afford were right in the middle of high crime areas. One place she looked at had cop tapes across the landing and a big blood stain in the foyer. It didn't take the druk lady on the porch to tell her, "Darlin y'all doon wanna live here." to get her to sprint back to her car and speed away.
After a few months renting, she finds her dream house, Well almost.