I lived in a crappy old house owned by a notorious landlord. he used to have an office in a house just north of 8th ave bridge on 13th. he was a creeper, but I had no money or choice and he held on to my hand lingeringly when I signed the lease but I didn't get the worst of it. This very messed up girl and cute girl moved into the attic and had worked out she'd mow his office lawn if he'd cut her rent. Her dad was in prison and she had a rough time of things. She took her muscular brother with her to "mow" since she wasn't an idiot and the landlord FREAKED OUT, he was so pissed. He also let himself into our rooms and I'm pretty sure stole our undergarments off the drying line in the yard (there was only a washer on the porch no dryer). When we were at home alone we'd use deep voices to try to fool him. When I started to date my husband who basically moved in it was quite a relief.