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   The Arrangement Ch 6 By Happy

   I whispered into Brenda's ear, "Stand up and quickly but quietly take
your daughters and Tina to the bathroom.  Leave the door half open and the
light off.  All four of you stand in the tub, pull the curtain closed and
don't make a sound".  Brenda clambered out of my lap and I rose too.

   "I'll be there in a moment!" ,I said to Jim's front door, "I'm tending
to something in the kitchen".

   The other four in the room stood.  I held my index finger vertically in
front of my lips.  Then I gestured in an animated way for the four girls to
go down the hall.  They all began moving.  I wished that there was more
time to watch them.  Synchronized naked female tiptoeing fascinates me.

   I grabbed Jim's shoulder and turned him towards the kitchen We both
rushed in there at a quick pace.  Once there, I grabbed a small sauce pan
from the overhead rack, set it in the sink and began to add cold water to
it at full force.

   My upper body leaned in towards Jim's ear as he was told, "On '3', you
will fling the front door open and then get the hell out of the way as fast
as possible.  I'll handle the rest".  Jim nodded.

   The pan looked full enough, so I turned of the water and followed Jim as
quickly as I could without slopping water out of the pan.  As soon as we
cleared the kitchen, I called out, "Coming!".

   Jim turned the paddle to unlock his deadbolt.

   I whispered, "one".

   Jim then twisted the button on the doorknob to unlock that as well.

   I whispered, "two".

   As soon as I saw that his hand had a grip on the doorknob, I spoke in at
normal volume.

   "Three!".

   Jim was perfect.  The door flew open very quickly, but he had the
presence of mind to keep it from bouncing off of the wall and back in the
way.  I don't know how, but he did manage a hasty retreat.  The man was
gone in a flash.

   My timing was good.  When the door was halfway open, I was already in
full swing to launch the cold water into the open doorway.  All the
apartment manager could do was audibly inhale just before the mass of water
hit her.  I will forever remember the look on her face at that moment.

   Of course, she shrieked loudly.  I didn't think that I had enough water
for a good drenching, but her clothes were stuck to her body from shoulders
to mid thighs.  For effect, I gently let the pan drop from my side.  It
made a loud noise on the vinyl floor.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry!" ,I said hoping it didn't sound sarcastic.  "I didn't
think that it would really be you at this hour.  We're expecting a friend
to visit in a couple of hours and thought that he had arrived early.  He's
known for his practical jokes.  We thought that he was impersonating you.
He was the one that was supposed to get wet", I added.

   At that moment, we both heard a door open in the main hallway.  The
apartment manager looked down the hall towards Mrs.  Jacobsen's unit.  You
don't need a rocket scientist to figure out what happened next.

   I twisted my neck so that I could be heard by Jim, "Please bring a towel
for this lady".

   His foot falls could be heard moving away as he said, "I'm on it".

   Jim returned in moments with a bath towel.  I swiveled ninety degrees to
accept it from him and then turned back and offered it to the husky voiced
woman.  She took it without acknowledgment and began to pat and dab
herself.

   Mrs.  Jacobsen appeared behind one of the manager's shoulders with a
scowl on her face.

   "These two are perverts!!", the widow blurted out, "especially this
one".

   She reached around the wet woman and pointed directly a my face.

   The manager's expression was emotionless as she looked at me and
continued her attempts at drying herself.

   I said, "Hold on here.  Look over my shoulder.  Do you see any naked
females?".

   The apartment manager looked past me and then back at my face.  Her
expression didn't change.

   I continued, "Do you hear anything that would lead you to believe that a
bunch of naked women are running around this apartment?".

   Again, there was no change of expression on the apartment manager's
face.

   "There is some other information to share with you, but I'm not stating
it with her here", I emphasized as I pointed to Mrs.  Jacobsen.

   The apartment manager appeared to ponder this for a moment.

   Then she finally spoke.

   "Go back to your unit Mrs Jacobsen.  I will be there to speak with you
shortly".

   Mrs.  Jacobsen had a look like she had just received an offensive
remark. There was a pause before she walked away in a huff.

   When we heard Mrs.  Jacosen's door close, I took a deep breath.  The
sound of my inhale caused the manager to stare at me again.

   I began, "The last time that woman knocked at my door, she was very
drunk.  She ask me to lend her some liquor.  I did, just in hopes that she
would go home.  You can confirm this with Jim.  He saw her leave my unit".

   Continuing on, I explained, "She has social issues and is tough to get
along with.  Someone in authority, like yourself, should at least make an
attempt to straighten her out".  I paused to let her compile this and then
went on, "I know that you wouldn't want tenants to start moving out because
they can't deal with her".

   The manager broke her stare and concentrated on the towel in her hands.
She carefully folded it and offered it to me.

   As she looked down at my hands that were taking the towel, I finally got
a chance to be a voyeur.  I determined that she was wearing a bra, but not
a padded bra.  I know that the water was cold, so I wasn't surprised at
what was pointing at me.

   As she stepped away, I peeked out of the open doorway to watch her walk
to Mrs.  Jacobsen's entrance way.  The apartment manager pressed the door
bell button.  The widow opened her door right away.

   Mrs.  Jacobsen blurted out, "I wasn't naked when I went to his door. 
You have to believe me".

   "Maybe ...  maybe not, but we're about to get to the bottom of this. 
For starters, I need some dry clothes.  Yours will do", the apartment
manager replied.  I then witnessed her push her way into Mrs.  Jacobsen's
entrance way.  As soon as she was clear, the door slammed shut.

   'Talk about wanting to be a fly on the wall' ,I thought to myself.

   Soon, we were all settled again to enjoy the movie.  We all watched
except for Tina.  I glanced at her every few minutes.  Even though she was
tightly curled against Jim's chest with her head tucked under his chin, her
eyes never left my face.  It was eerie and flattering at the same time.

   As the credits were scrolling at the end of the movie, I took a more
detailed scan of the room.  Jillian and Sandra were sound asleep arm in arm
I felt a stirring in my lap and realized that Brenda was sitting straight
up.  She was still sitting in my lap facing away from me and had her arms
stretched as high overhead as possible.

   I have always been fascinated when looking at a woman's bare back.  The
muscle structure and tight midriff/waist area are always magnets for my
eyes.  At this moment, I was also fantasizing about how high her nipples
were pointed upward with her arms in this position.

   Brenda let her arms down slowly.  There was a slight rapping at the
entrance door.  I leaned forward so that my my mouth was just behind
Brenda's ear.

   I whispered, "It's probably Kevin.  Please go and let him in, but don't
wake your daughters".

   Brenda looked over at her two girls as she scraped herself off of my
lap. 'Tease', I thought as she walked pigeon toed towards the door.  Brenda
peeked over her shoulder and admired my grin.  When Brenda went out of
sight, I whispered to Tina that her ride was here.  Tina scrambled out of
Jim's lap causing him to groan.

   My ex returned in moments with Kevin in tow.  Tina greedily took her
clothes from him and redressed.  She then pranced over to me and gave me a
hug goodbye before prancing back and planting a kiss on Kevin's lips.

   To make a long story short, the wedding ceremony was adequate but not
flamboyant.  Jillian and Sandra were the bridesmaids.  Jim was my best man.
Brenda was a more beautiful bride the second time around.

   The next day, as we were boarding the plane for our (first) honeymoon,
Brenda looked concerned.

   I tried to comfort her by saying.  "The girls will be fine.  Jim is
right across the hall and promised to check on them regularly.  At the very
least you can count on him to enforce my dress code rules".

   Brenda looked up at my eyes and slapped me playfully on the shoulder.  A
moment later, she grinned.