![]() ![]() She motioned Mark to turn around and Mark obeyed while putting his arms behind his back. Kim returned carrying a laundry basket that seemed filled with rope. He stood there in his birthday suit awaiting his fate. His hands slightly trembled when he pulled down the last of his garments. He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down his legs. Mark sighed before pulling off his t-shirt and kicking off his shoes. Let me get my stuff.” She stood up and left the room. She then said, “Well, you know the drill by now. Mark couldn’t help noticing that the top two buttons of her blouse were open and this seemed to bring attention to her ample breasts. I take it that you would like to avail of our ‘special arrangement.’” Mark nodded silently. Kim smiled and held up her hand, “Stop! No need to explain. Swan, about the rent, I’m sorry I’m behind again, so I was thinking…” started Mark. Mark stood at 5’9”, slim built with short brown hair and a handsome face. She sat in a large easy chair while Mark sat on the large couch. “Come in then and let’s talk about it,” said Kim as she stepped aside and motioned Mark to come in. “Er, yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about my rent,” said Mark. Mark could smell her perfume and it made him feel a bit giddy. Bit early isn’t it?” said Kim, who knew Mark didn’t work on the weekends. ![]() She wore a long-sleeved white blouse and tight jeans and high-heeled sandals. She stood at five feet and eight inches, brunette, with a stunning figure. Mark’s thoughts were brought back to the present by the door opening. Swan had provided him with a unique proposition to keep his apartment. He had been behind the rent for two months and was in danger of being evicted until Mrs. Mark had moved in more than a year ago and, as a working student, had struggled to pay the rent. The apartment was a couple of decades old and had withstood the influx of condominiums and other housing projects in the area. Kimberly Swan was a 30-something widow who had taken over managing the large apartment building from her deceased husband. It was the largest apartment in the building, which wasn’t surprising since it was the residence of the landlady. Mark knocked timidly on the door of Apartment 1 on the ground floor.
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