I grumbled to myself. The owner of the house I'd been renting a room in had died, and his son, having inherited the house, wanted to move his own family in. Understandable and certainly within his rights, but it meant me having to move. Luckily, the son was a nice man and had personally come by to help me get packed. He was even paying for the movers, once I could find a place.
I searched around. One of the apartment complexes nearby had a vacancy. I dropped by and spoke to the apartment manager. Pending a credit check, I could have the place. I put a deposit down to hold it while they ran the credit check.
Two days later, the manager summoned me back to the complex. "Place is yours if you still want it, Jimmy."
"I'll take it." I read and signed the relevant documents, including a one-year lease. "Why is it only $200 a month while the others are $800 a month?"
"The past five people who have signed a lease for this apartment up and vanished on us within the first month. So it has a reputation of being cursed. We had to lower the price."
"Jerks," I muttered. "I take my commitments seriously. Not only do I intend to stay the whole year, I intend to stay a lot longer than that."
Two days later, my stuff was moved in and I had let my employer, the post office, etc., know about my change of residence. I thanked my former landlord's son for paying for the movers and wished him and his family well, and he wished me the best of fortunes.
The apartment was a furnished one, and it was perfect for living alone in. One bedroom, 1 1/2 bathrooms, a living room/kitchen area. I figured I'd be alone for a while: I hadn't had much luck finding women.
So you can imagine my surprise when three days later, coming home from work on Friday, I keyed open the front door, entered, locked it behind me, walked into the bedroom and found a naked woman lying on top of the bed.
"Uh, hello there," I said after putting my jaw back in place. "Who are you? How did you get in?"
She didn't reply, just turned her head and looked at me, then crooked her finger in the familiar "come here" gesture.
"Do you not talk?"
No response.
"Can you understand me?"
A nod. So she was mute, but not deaf. And she understood English.
"Okay. I'm Jimmy. I'll need to give you a name. How about..."
I paused, looking her over. She was a gorgeous, curvy blonde, with what I guessed to be somewhere between C and D cup breasts, magnificent legs, thighs I would gladly have my head between for hours, and shoulder-length wavy hair.
"...Trish?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Okay, Trish. Let me just find you some clothes to wear..."
She shook her head.
"No? You want to stay naked? Okay. Would you like me to get naked, too?"
Vigorous nodding.
"Give me a moment."
I went into the master bathroom, performed a needed function, quickly washed my face, then returned and stripped.
"Better?"
