My apartment

“Wake up sleepy head!” Bridget said nudging me awake. My eyes fluttered and realized we were sitting in front of my apartment complex. “Where are we....are we at my place?” I said still groggy from the nap. I suddenly realized that I had no way of getting into my own place since I was still completely naked and my keys were in my pants in the new locker. “Ummm I appreciate the effort of returning me home but….” I motioned to my still nude body. “Ya know, I hadn’t thought about that but there’s a front office, right?” Bridget replied in a ditsy manner. “Yes, but no one can just walk in. It has to be the person on the lease.” I said. Bridget gave me a glance that said everything. “Oh no way! I am not walking into my own apartment’s leasing office like this. I’d be arrested and probably evicted!” I said concerned.

Bridget however interjected in a soothing tone of voice “Babe, that’s not gonna happen ...just...just say you were trying to get the mail in your towel and it got stuck in the door.” I feel like Bridget has done something like this before. “Are you sure you don’t have anything I can put on in here?” I started to say in a begging tone. Bridget flirtatiously shook her head no. Although Bridget was sort of my bodyguard and manager in certain situations, in others I thought of her as the nuisance!