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Allen Stanton was tired with apartment hunting. He had been at it all day and was getting a bit weary of looking at potential lodgings. However, he also needed to find an apartment so he could begin his new job without the hassle of working all day long and hunting for an apartment after work. The ad he was holding stated there was a single bedroom apartment with a kitchen, breakfast nook and a large living room. The rent was not shown, but he found the address and climbed the steps of the elegant old brownstone to ring the bell. A woman answered the door and when he told her that he wanted to see the apartment, she let him in. She was in her early forties, he judged, looked very nice with an average body and ample breasts. She was dressed in an old housedress, wore old looking slippers, her hair was combed, but not very stylishly and she wore no makeup. He couldn't tell if she was shapely or not as the loose housedress hid everything except the ample breasts. Introducing herself, she said her name was Mrs. Inga Mueller. Entering the sitting room of the still elegant brownstone she introduced Allen to her husband Karl. He was tall, in his late forties or early fifties, well proportioned with a pleasant smile and a strong handshake.
"Well," said Allen, "it's nice meeting you. May I see the apartment, please?"
"Of course," Mrs. Mueller replied, "please follow me up the stairs." Allen could see that this brownstone used to be a very fashionable turn of the century mansion that had been remodeled to create an apartment in part of the home. He followed Mrs. Mueller up the stairs remarking that the home was beautifully appointed. "Yes, my grandfather built it in 1899 and my family have lived here ever since," she told him as the reached the third floor. She unlocked the door and they entered a spacious living room, very well furnished, clean and fully carpeted. The kitchen was large with a range, oven, dishwasher, and refrigerator. Allen was very impressed with the furniture in both the living room and kitchen as well.
They entered the large bedroom furnished with a king size bed with short bedposts at both the head and footboards. There were large closets, dressers, wardrobes, several stuffed chairs and a desk. Both the living room and bedroom had televisions and telephones. The bathroom was also larger than most apartment bathrooms he had seen with an entrance from the bedroom and another from the kitchen. Everything seemed perfect all Allen had to do was move in if the price was right. He asked the Mueller's about the rent and was amazed that it was extremely reasonable. Without any haggling, Allen said he wanted the apartment and was ready to sign a lease.
"Oh, that won't be necessary," Karl said to him, "a handshake is fine with us, but we would like a weeks notice if you decide to leave." Allen was astonished at how reasonable they were and what nice people they seemed to be.
"Oh Mr. Stanton," Inga said, " the rent also includes breakfast and supper on weekdays and lunch too on weekends."
"But I have my own kitchen," Allen replied, "I expected to fix my meals myself."
"Of, course, but you're welcome to join us if you like," Mrs. Mueller told him. "I usually cook enough for three, but it's your decision," she concluded smiling. "When will you move in?"
"Well, everything I own is in my car, so I can move in right now, if that's all right."
"Yes, yes," Karl said, "I'll help you carry your things up to your apartment, Mr. Stanton.
"Please, call me Allen."
"Only if you agree to call us Inga and Karl," Karl replied with a smile. They all agreed and the two men went to Allen's car to fetch his belongings. Soon, Allen was placing his things away and examining his rooms. He was enthralled by the quality of workmanship in the old brownstone mansion, as he looked at all the hand carvings on doors, around windows and on the furniture. Allen was very satisfied with his lodgings and settled in comfortably. He was watching TV when there was a knock at his door. It was Inga.
"Mr. Stanβ¦I mean Allen, if you're hungry I have cooked a large pot roast. If you want to join us for supper, we'll be eating in about ten minutes," Inga told him.
"Yes, Inga, I would like that very much. I'll wash up and be down in time to join you and Karl," he replied. Inga smiled and left. Allen was pleased that she had asked him to supper as he had not eaten since lunchtime and this would also be a good time to get to know his landlord and lady a bit better. He washed and went down to the dining room. Karl was seated at the head of the table and Inga at the opposite end. His plate was set to the right of Karl and Allen took his seat. A lovely young woman, in a maids' uniform, entered carrying plates of beef roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. She appeared to be in her early twenties, was very good looking with a lovely body hugged close by her uniform. He didn't get a good look at her breasts as they were partially hidden by the plates she carried, but what little he saw was appealing. "Allen, this is Helga, our maid, cook and housekeeper. Helga, this is Allen, our new boarder in the apartment," Inga explained.
"Nice to meet you, sir," Helga said as she poured them each a glass of Chardonnay. "Inga didn't mention that she does as much, cleaning, cooking and housekeeping as I do," she added. Karl explained that both women worked hard at making the house and living here as pleasant as possible. He went on to tell Allen that Helga usually lived in with them, but she was going to visit her sister for about three weeks, leaving in the morning. He added that he and Inga would be completely lost without her. "Oh, Karl, you know that's not so," Helga said, with a grin, "Inga does things much better that I do and you know that." They chuckled at Helga's response and began to eat. Helga joined them, sitting opposite Allen.
The dinner conversation dealt mostly with the history of the house and Inga and Karl's background. Karl was a retired Physician and Surgeon, with an ample financial portfolio that served he and Inga extremely well. The apartment was not let for the money, but to have some additional people living there with them. Inga's history was as a teacher in the local high school. She met and married Karl when she was just twenty-two. They had no children and had lived at this house their entire married life, Inga for all her life as she had been born there.
"I guess I should tell you of one of the wonderful added benefits of your apartment, Allen," Karl confessed. Allen smiled and was all ears, not knowing what to expect. "Previous occupants have told us that they dreamed many dreams while living there. Even those who said they rarely dreamed when they slept encountered dreams nearly every night," Karl told him. "I have slept there myself and I too dreamed some marvelous dreams," he added, "I can't explain it, but it seems to work."