Moving in

The move itself was in motion very quickly. Scarlett's lease was about to run out, so she sublet her own apartment and simply moved into Kevin's place. Kevin rented a two bedroom apartment, as the one bedroom places were rarely more than a room with an en suite, and so after clearing out his study, the room was ready for Scarlett to use.

Kevin, of course, didn't just clear out his study, but used the opportunity to install a small camera into the light fixture. He'd already done this in the other rooms in his place in preparation. As much as he would enjoy the following year, he definitely wanted some souvenirs for later... or something to share with friends.

Scarlett had packed fairly lightly. A portable clothes rack, a dresser, a bed, and a bookshelf housing countless books. It seems librarian wasn't just a day job for her. She stood at the doorway as the movers transported her furniture and boxes, dressed in a long heavy skirt and reading a trashy romance novel. She ignored the goodbyes as the last mover left, and looked over the book at Kevin.

"Don't get your hopes up about a long stay. My lawyer says we have grounds for appeal." She glared for a moment, before returning to her book, and wandering into her room. "And now I have to unpack." She closed the door.

Kevin had waited for exactly this. He paused a moment to let her begin whatever she was doing, then he opened the door and burst in.

"What the fuck?!" screamed Scarlett, halfway through removing a vibrator from a box marked Special Books. "Privacy!"

"You don't have any." Kevin replied, "Rule 1: Doors must remain open at all times."

"I thought that meant, like, house doors."

"It says doors. Lounge room doors, bedroom doors, bathroom doors. Doors."

"Bathroom doors? You want to watch me on the toilet, you perv?"

Kevin blushed, but remained insistent. "It means there's no hiding. You can't run off to some other room to change or masturbate. This is strike one, but I'll let you off with a warning. You get five strikes, or five days grace period on each rule. Whichever comes first."

"This is bullshit."

"Bullshit or not, you agreed to it. Household chores and dress code are on the fridge. They go into effect tomorrow."