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   The Arrangement Chapter 5 By Happy



   I quickly pressed the door bell button for Jim's place before Mrs. 
Jacobsen could say anything.

   Mrs.  Jacobsen set down her bag of trash.  Her facial expression and her
body language gave the impression of an impending confrontation.

   Jim opened the door with a big grin on his face.  I took the bag of
drinks from Brenda and held it out in front of Jillian.  The young teen
understood wordlessly and took it from me.

   As fast as I could, I made eye contact with Sandra and Jillian.  "Go
with Jim", I said, "Your mother and I will be there shortly".

   I looked up at Jim and gave him a directional sideways nod of my head
towards the young widow.  Jim leaned forward so he could look down the
hall. The two naked girls were squeezing past him and into his apartment as
he did this.

   When he saw his neighbor, he pulled his head back inside and gave me a
silent nod of understanding.  He closed his entrance door.

   I leaned in close to Brenda so that my lips were as close to her ear as
possible without actually touching her.  I whispered, "Remember when I told
you that I needed to work on your level of fear to disobey me?  Well, It's
time".

   I took Brenda's hand and strode the few yards to where our neighbor was
standing with hands on her hips and elbows pointed out in defiance.  She
had an angry scowl on her face.

   Mrs.  Jacobsen's eyes met mine as we came to a stop directly in front of
her.  "Pervert", she blurted out.

   I swallowed hard.  With that swallow, went what I instinctively wanted
to reply back.  But, I took the high road.  "Mrs Jacobsen, I'd like you to
meet my ex-wife Brenda.  Those two girls that just went into Jim's
apartment are her daughters.  Their names are Sandra and Jillian.  They are
staying with me for a while".

   "Where are their clothes?  Why are you letting them parade around naked
in public?", my neighbor demanded.  "I should call the police", she added

   "I don't think that would be a good idea for your sake", I replied with
a straight face.

   "Why?!", Mrs Jacobsen jabbed back.

   "Do you remember last New Year's Eve?", I asked.  Before she could
answer, I pushed on, "I'll answer that for you.  I checked with you on New
Year's Day.  You definitely don't remember.  Let me fill you in.  At 11:30
pm you banged on my door.  You were very drunk and had run out of alcohol.
When I answered the door, you asked in a slurred voice if I had any liquor
that you could borrow".

   I continued, "Reluctantly, I invited you into my place while I looked
for a bottle of something that would make you happy and go home.  It's a
good thing I found something and do you know why?"

   Mrs.  Jacobsen still had her hands on her hips.  But her scowl was gone.
She didn't respond to my question.

   So I went on, "It is because you were dressed just like Brenda is
now.... except you had bedroom slippers on.  It's fortunate that you didn't
continue your quest by banging on other doors in the building."

   Of course, Mrs.  Jacobsen's nudity was a total falsehood.  The rest was
true, including I hoped, her blackout.



   A look of suspicion crept across her face.  I figured she was
questioning my story in her mind.

   I answered the look by explaining that if she has any doubts, she could
ask Jim.  I told her that he had come to his door when he heard the
commotion.  "At that moment I was ushering you out my entrance door", I
said, "He got a good look at you".

   Mrs.  Jacobsen's mouth fell open.

   "If that's not good enough to convince you, there are pictures", I
commented.

   Her mouth stayed agape, but now her eyes were bugged out as well.

   "I was texting a friend when you banged on my door.  So, it was easy to
switch my phone to camera mode.  I've got quite a collection of you from
all angles.  And I do mean ALL angles.  I've down loaded them onto my
computer", I said.

   I continued, "So you see, if you call the police, you'll be coming with
us.  Because our testimony and copies of your photos will be handed over to
them".

   Mrs.  Jacobsen's face had blushed when I first mentioned Jim seeing her
and the existence of photos.  Now her complexion was pale white.

   "Do you have any ground coffee?", I asked.

   The widow looked back at me.  She was obviously confused.

   "Well?", I asked again.

   "Yes.  But why?" she answered as she let her hands drop to the sides of
her hips.

   "Well, you never replenished that bottle that I lent to you.  I'm out of
coffee.  It's kind of an inconvenient time for me to go to a store.  If you
would take Brenda to your kitchen and give her a few scoops in a sandwich
bag, I'll call it even.  I'll even take your trash down to the dumpster for
you while you do it.", I offered.

   Mrs Jacobsen eyed me suspiciously as if she expected there would be a
catch to my offer.  But before she could respond, I heard footfalls in the
hallway behind me.  I turned and recognized Tina and Kevin approaching and
grinned at them.

   Tina looked at the floor as she approached.  She whispered, "As soon as
we got back to the pizzeria, we were given a delivery order for an
apartment on the ground floor of this building.  My shift is essentially
over, but Kevin still has two hours to go and he is my ride home.  I was
hoping that I could wait for him here.  Waiting at the pizzeria is boring
and awkward".

   "Of course you can sweetheart.  Just hand your clothes to Kevin so he
can be on his way", I answered gently.

   Tina looked up at me with a hint of question in her eyes.

   "Yes, right here and right now", I replied to her non-verbal question.

   Tina looked back at the floor and unfastened her slacks.  With several
instances of hesitation, she pulled the hem of her polo shirt out of her
waistband.  She then switched to grabbing hold of the hem with crossed
hands and up it went.  The sight of her breasts coming into view was a bad
thing for those with high blood pressure.

   But, when the collar of the shirt cleared her face, that was when the
treasure was revealed.  The embarrassed sub-missive's face was crimson.  As
she pulled the shirt clear of her hair, we all watched as the blush
migrated to her neck and then downward to her upper chest and cleavage.  My
mind came up with the word 'artwork' as we all stared.

   Tina handed her shirt to Kevin.  He dutifully straightened it out and
draped it on one shoulder.  Tina stepped on one of her heels and then the
other in order to remove her trainers.  The socks went quickly.  Kevin
balled them up and stuffed the ball into one of the trainers.

   The slacks removal was the quickest of all.  Because she had no panties
on, she may have been motivated by how much she was showing when bent at
the waist to remove them from her feet.  Kevin draped them neatly on his
shoulder over the shirt.

   "Kevin, we'll see you in a couple of hours.  You might want to try both
doors when you get back.  I don't know whether we'll be at my place or at
Jim's", I instructed.  Kevin nodded.  "Oh, and will you do me a favor?", I
asked.  Kevin shrugged.  "Please drop this in the dumpster on your way to
your car", I requested as I offer him the bag of trash.

   Kevin nodded and kissed Tina on the cheek before taking hold of the bag.
Tina watched longingly as Kevin and her clothes went out of sight.

   I turned and met Mrs.  Jacobsen's eyes.  "coffee?", I asked.

   Mrs.  Jacobsen didn't answer.  Instead, she opened the door to her place
and held it open until Brenda could enter.  Mrs.  Jacobsen then stepped
inside, turned and gave me a glare.  Then she closed the door loudly.

   Ninety seconds or so later, the door opened and Brenda emerged carrying
the bag of coffee grounds and wearing a very worried look on her face.  The
door closed behind her.

   "She's pretty scary, huh?", I asked sarcastically.  But Brenda nodded
vigorously.

   I put one arm around Brenda's shoulders and with my free hand I grasped
one of Tina's.  "Come on ladies.  Let's go watch a movie", I said
encouragingly.

   Jim answered his door He was surprised, but happy to see Tina again. 
All of her.  We moved to his living room.  Jim only has a recliner and a
loveseat to sit on.  Time to be imaginative.

   "I got this", I announced.  "Jim, have a seat", I offered while pointing
to the recliner.  Jim sat.

   The girls were on each side of loveseat.  "Jillian, sit on your sister's
lap so we can make some space".  Jillian carefully placed herself cross
ways on Sandra's lap.  Jillian snaked her arm around the back of her
sister's shoulders for support.  If they were clothed, this picture would
be 'too cute'.  But this scene was way off the cute chart.

   I let go of Tina's hand and sat on the cushion that Jillian had just
vacated.  As I did, I used both of my paws to pull my ex-wife's nude behind
into my lap and my cuddling hold.

   Once settled, I looked up at Tina and said, "There's one lap left". 
Tina went wide eyed and looked at Jim.  "Go ahead", I encouraged.  Tina
timidly climbed onto Jim's lap and curled up into a ball against his chest.
Jim put an arm around her back to keep her steady.  This put his hand in an
interesting spot.  Tina stared into my eyes as Jim's hand gently caressed
her behind.

   With his free hand, Jim grabbed the remote and was about to press 'play'
when there was series of loud bangs on the door.  I looked at Jim.  Jim
looked at me and shrugged.

   "Who is it?", I called out.

   " It's the Apartment Manager.  I'm answering a complaint of a bunch of
naked women in the hallway.  The complainant claims that they all entered
this unit.  Open up or I'll use my pass key", the husky female voice said.

   'Crap', I thought to myself.  Mrs.  Jacobsen must have called my bluff.
Uh-oh.