These are the Motorola P30 and the iPhone X. Can ya spot the difference? The one on the left is really made by Lenovo, who own Motorola and it will only be sold in China. The one on the right is made by Apple, in China. Using many of the same components. The company that designed and made the one on the right will roll over and not make a fuss about his blatant cloning of their work, should they wish to continue selling their products in China. That's how you tell the difference. Easy once ya know how ain't it.
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"Now are you going to let me in or what?" She, who could not be named inquired.
"Not before I know why you're here." Jake replied.
The as yet unnamed lady twitched the two halves of her extravagant coat.
"It might be because I'm naked underneath this, for all you know. If that doesn't do it I'm here to deliver your cut of the proceeds." Saying which a thick bundle of notes was produced from a pocket and waved in his face.
Jake grabbed her and pulled her inside before checking to see if anyone had witnessed what just happened. Before slamming his door shut.
"Do you ever do anything that isn't bat shit crazy?"
"Mmmm, it's rare. I tend to be quite impulsive as a rule. And it is a rule. First page of my rule book. Right at the top it says be impulsive. Anyway here's your cut." Throwing it onto the table.
"Take it back. There's no way I'm touching any of that money."
"Can't do that I'm afraid. When I said I had a rule book I was inaccurate. I follow a strict code and that code requires me to split the take with those who assist me in my endeavors. I don't like it but I'm stuck with it."
"Well I'm not touching it."
"Strictly speaking you already have. When the bank teller handed it over and you stuffed it into the bag. It's got your DNA all over it. Fingerprints as well."
"Fuck. You've delivered my cut so now you can leave."
"I'm sorry I can't. There's some other stuff I have to do." She dropped into an armchair crossing her long legs.
"You don't look sorry to me."
"That's cos I'm not. I was being polite. Trying to prevent this from descending into violence. If you try to eject me before I'm done I will bitch slap you all around this apartment. See? I was trying to set a conciliating tone only you had to spoil it by trying to be all masculine."
"I've only just got up and already this day couldn't get any worse." As soon as he said it he regretted his stupidity. Kruger chose that very moment to start playing his music. The ceiling above him started to vibrate with the base beats of something heavy metal and screamy. "Hopefully this will drive you away."
"Sorry? I didn't catch that." The woman yelled.
"I said... oh never mind."
She cupped her ears.
"No. Still not hearing what you're saying Sparky."
"That suits me down to the ground. Good luck. He'll be playing that all day."
He took a seat himself. Breakfast could wait all day as far as he was bothered. Despite the temptation of all that aluminium foil he'd bought. Jake had gone off cheese for now. A coffee would be nice though. His mouth was very dry. When he got up his unwanted guest followed him into the kitchen. The music from upstairs was equally loud in there. It was more or less the same volume everywhere in his apartment. That must violate some law of physics he thought. Right now his noise polluting upstairs neighbor was a Godsend.
"That's really loud." She shouted. "Somebody should have a word."
Jake shook his head vehemently.
"Not with Kruger they shouldn't. He gets very aggressive when people politely ask him to turn his music down. The next time he pins me up against a wall he promised to deliver a physical as well as a verbal beating. He seemed extremely sincere about that."
Though not every word had been heard his guest had the gist.
"I'm sure I could persuade him. I'm noted for my persuasiveness. I'll go have a word. Have him purring like a kitten before you know it."
Jake smiled to himself. While most men would have qualms about hitting a woman, Kruger definitely didn't. As several former girlfriends could testify. Plus the two female officers who'd been members of the group of seven police it took to arrest him. That bastard was feral. Jake had felt some sympathy with the officers that were injured that day. Tempered by the fact he got six months of peace and quiet while Kruger served his time.
"I wouldn't if I were you." He muttered. Such a shame she didn't hear him.

Upstairs Kruger was pumping iron. With a steroid fueled rage that bordered psychosis. The track came to an end as he finished his sets. At which point he heard the hammering at his door. This was inconvenient. Kruger did not like being inconvenienced. It made him angry. Making a permanently angry man even more angry is never the recipe for a peaceful life. He wiped the sweat off his face and headed for the door. He could have ignored it, once the music started he could no longer hear the banging. Kruger saw this as a challenge to his alpha maleness. No matter who had made it the challenge was accepted. He swung the door open to find a woman there.

"Hi." She greeted him breathily. "I've popped up from downstairs.."
"Well fuck off back down there then or I'll lose my patience. Then I'll lose my rag. Then I'll be fucking you up. Take the warning."
The stupid bitch smiled at him. Like she thought that would prevent him crushing her face in.
"Could you turn the music down please?"
"No. Fuck off bitch."
She still kept grinning at him. Fluttering her eyelashes. The woman reached out a finger to stroke his bulging forearm. He knocked it away.
"I think there's been a slight misunderstanding here. I'm more than willing to offer a payment for your kindness."
Kruger leered down at her.
"How much you offering?"
At this point the woman opened her long coat fully. His eyes bulged at the sight of her near nakedness.
"I might be interested. I'd need payment up front. Right now."
Closing the coat she smiled even wider before stepping in through his door.
"If it's alright with you I'd like to keep my boots on. They take ages to lace. Turn the music up. I'm going to make a lot of noise."

Downstairs Jake was well into his first coffee of the day. His day had perked up considerably after a rocky start. He stared at the money on his table. That was a sizable chunk of change no doubt. Money he'd possibly not get the chance to spend. He checked the time. At least five minutes had passed since the lunatic lady had gone upstairs. The music had grown louder in his estimate. Kruger obviously hadn't fallen for her persuasive charms. As he'd predicted. He hoped he hadn't hurt her too badly. Only enough to hospitalize the woman for a few days. A couple of weeks at most. He'd send her some flowers and a get well card. Now he probably didn't have time for a shower before he called an ambulance, but somebody else might witness the sadistic beating and call one. No guilt would attach to him. He was humming as he entered his bedroom on the way to his en suite. He stopped off, as he passed through, to pick up a clean towel. At which point the track finished and a blessed near silence descended. Thump, thump, thump, thump. What the hell was that? He looked around his room and saw the head of his own bed move slightly against the wall. Oh Christ. She was fucking him. The image that appeared in his mind could never be erased. Did that woman have no morals or scruples at all? Jake was all for freedom of expression and being nonjudgmental, but she'd only now met Kruger. To his great relief the next track came on.

No knowing how long she'd be. From past experience, having suffered through far too much of another man's sex life, Jake assumed it would be about half an hour. Time enough for him to shower, dress and lock his front door securely before heading off anywhere that wasn't here. The mystery lady having the instincts of a cat in heat would prove to be her undoing. This put him into a much better mood. Now he felt genuinely charitable towards fate and mankind. That might be a good idea. Jake could give that stolen money to a local charity. One that didn't pay out half of their income on 6 figure salaries. His head lolled back as he let the jets of water cascade over his face. Was it just him or did warm water taste a lot sweeter than cold? He should Google that and find out. Anything to take his mind off what was happening above his head. Another track ended. Purely as a precautionary measure, Jake stuck his fingers in his ears, closed his eyes and went la, la. Until he felt the next track begin. It struck him that he'd been in the shower for in excess of one music track, it might even be two. Yet he'd not used shampoo or soap on himself. Why was that? Oh right. He wasn't in here having a shower. He was in here hiding away from whatever was happening adjacent to him.

Careful. He'd very nearly allowed thoughts of carnal congress between two freaks of nature to intrude again. Not for the first time Jake pondered his rash decision to buy a large own brand economy shampoo. He'd had this bottle for months. Having very short hair really cut down on the need for it. It was still two thirds full. He squirted out a handful, instantly regretting that now. It really wasn't pleasantly scented. Not having the benefits of organic natural ingredients it paid the price. Which was less than a pound so it hardly mattered. Smelling like a chemical toilet at this price was a bargain. He'd already made himself a couple of very spiffy foam adornments. A tall foam headpiece and a lovely white chest wig, which didn't last long under the constant stream of water. Something had changed. Something he should have noticed immediately but didn't because he was playing innocently in the shower. Jake had the impression it was important. Nothing medical he could recall. It was Sunday after all. Nothing was urgent on Sunday. It was why everything shut. Emergencies took a day off every Sunday to keep it special. Never mind it would come back if it was that important. He still had enough suds left to make a foam ornament for his penis.

That was pretty good. He'd turned his back on the shower jets. They played havoc with foam. The rest of his outfit was in tatters. Plus as a result of the splash his shampoo suds codpiece was sliding down his legs. He should rinse off and get out now. He had no idea how long he'd been in here. Jake didn't even know how long it had been since the music stopped. The music stopped! The important thing he'd forgotten was that the music had stopped. He had to get out of here as soon as possible. He really couldn't imagine Kruger having a great line in pillow talk or him being fond of a post coitus cuddle. Most of his women left crying. If she hadn't put his door an the latch she wouldn't be able to get back in. Bullshit. She could pick his lock in seconds. No time to dally here. Kruger didn't do prolonged farewells either. A cold chill went down his spine as the door behind him opened. A prison shower scene, he must have seen in a movie, played out in his head. A result of thinking of Kruger he would later surmise. Oh shit.

"Budge up a bit." The voice was female. The voice belonged to her though. The chances of shower rape had reduced a few percentage points. He panicked turning round fast enough to make him dizzy.
"Sweet baby Jesus! You're naked!" He carried on turning until he was facing the wall.
"Yeah. Had to take my boots off to shower. The combination of soap and water can really mess them up."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm washing that guy off me of course. He was really unpleasant to me you know. Especially when we got to his bedroom."
"No. No. No. Don't tell me. La, la, la. Happy place. Happy place."
"Don't be such a prude. Now move out of the way I need a good wash."
He sidled around keeping his back towards her as they swapped positions. Now would be a great time to make his exit.
"Will you do my back?"
"No. I will not. I'm naked in the shower with a woman I don't know."
"It's my back. While it's pretty spectacular, not my best feature."
"We'll have to agree to disagree on that. There's nothing I'd like better right now than to see the back of you."
Oh no she'd turned around. He could feel her against his back. She was reaching round him.
"Here take the soap." She grabbed his wrist and placed the bar of soap in his hand. "This will be over a lot quicker if you wash my back. Only the bits I can't reach if you like."
He closed his eyes tightly and rotated slowly towards her. Cracking them open a narrow slit to ensure he didn't touch anything by mistake.
"You've got a few bruises here."
Why had he said that? 
"I know that guy was really rough. I like it rough though. I really love it when they are rough. Gets my gears racing I can tell you."
"Please don't. Don't tell me anything that happened up there. I really couldn't take it."
"Are you gay?"
"No. Not that it's any of your business."
"So you've never dallied with the love of which you dare not speak?"
"I have not."
"Well you're not gonna like what's going to happen to you after you're dead then."
"Right your back is squeaky clean. I'm out of here."
He was out he assured himself. It was over. He could dry himself off. In the bedroom would be a good idea. He had to turn around and despite the best efforts of the steam and frosted glass he could see which part of her anatomy she was currently lathering. Oh God she'd mentioned washing Kruger off her. Now he had a horrific image of that as well. The door to the shower swung open without warning. Meaning he narrowly escaped another reveal that would have robbed him of all his remaining sanity.
"Be an angel will you and fetch me at least 3 towels."
He looked at the boots, coat and discarded wig littering his bathroom floor. Locking eyes with them while blocking out everything else.
"Why would anyone need three towels?"
"Oh you are definitely not gay then. One for my head. One to wrap around my bod and a third one to throw on the floor after I get it soaking wet."
"Fine. Now I have no wish to prolong this any further but I'll forget if I don't ask now. Why do you wear a wig that's the exact same color as your own hair and in a very similar style."
"Because nobody in their right mind would disguise themselves as them self. No need to thank me for sorting out your noisy neighbor for you."
"Oh he'll be pounding my eardrums with extreme noise very shortly."
"No he won't. We came to a special arrangement. Kruger or whatever his name is won't be bothering you again. When a man gets fucked by me he stays fucked for good."
"Oh God woman you have no morals. No morals at all."
"Hurry up with those towels Sparky. I've nearly finished. Washing his manly essence off me."
She found that side splittingly funny, for some reason.