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Thomas Miller pushed open the door of his apartment and stepped through. He set his briefcase on the desk next to the door and loosened his tie. He made a beeline for the fridge. He frowned as he saw a single beer inside. He could have sworn that there was a full six pack when he left for work this morning. With a sigh, Tom pulled it out and popped the top. He took a swig and looked around.

The mess he saw drew another sigh. The shoes and socks by the easy chair were his. So was the glass on the TV and plate on the desk. However the bowls on table weren’t his. The bra draped over the shade of the floor lamp certainly wasn’t his. And the more than a dozen empty cans left no doubt what had happened to the beer in the fridge…and undoubtedly the six pack in the cupboard.

Tom scowled at the mess. He wasn’t looking forward to spending all day tomorrow cleaning the apartment. Although Tom normally spent his Saturdays working around the apartment, this weekend he couldn’t. The company he worked for was in the middle of a big project. Everyone had been putting in twelve plus hour days for the past three weeks. Now that they were getting close to the end, the CEO had told everyone to take some time off and be ready to wrap things up on Monday. Tom had been looking forward to drinking a couple beers and watching TV all weekend.

However, just before he left, Sheila McGuiness, his boss, had stopped him. She needed a Freemont Analysis by 9 am Monday. It was a long boring report. It was the type of thing that was assigned to the junior clerk. That meant Tom. Tom figured it would take him at least 6 hours. He was too tired to work on it today. However, if he got up at the same time he normally did both Saturday and Sunday, he could finish it without missing either the Badgers or Packers.

Taking another swig of his beer, Tom crossed to the refrigerator. It was rather bare. A quick inventory revealed nothing but some condiments, several cans of soda, and a package of dip. He still had his head buried in it, trying to figure out what to have for dinner when the door to the apartment opened.

“How’d I ever let you talk me into this?” Linda Carson complained as she stepped into the apartment. She placed a bag and a twelve pack of beer on the desk.

“ME?!” Cindy Smith cried indignantly as she followed Linda into the apartment. She set a second small bag of groceries and second twelve pack of beer on the desk down on the desk. “I merely mentioned that he was cute.”

Tom peered over the refrigerator door. Linda and Cindy were his roommates. Both stood a fraction over 5’6”. However, that was the only characteristic they seemed to have in common. Linda was on the slender side and looked rather plain. Her 34-26-32 figure sported a pair of breasts that were a B-cup. Cindy looked considerably fuller and more appealing. She had a 36-33-38 figure. Her breasts were a solid D.

Linda was on the dark side. Her medium brown hair was pulled back tightly into a single ponytail that hung down below the bottom of her shoulder blades. That hair framed a long round face. She had brown eyes that seemed larger by the round glasses she wore. Although she didn’t have 20-20 vision, should function quite well without those glasses. Her glasses made her long nose appear even more hawk-like. It overshadowed a rather small mouth. The thin pale lips of that mouth practically disappeared against her high, deeply bronzed cheeks.

On the other hand, Cindy was light, cheery. Her honey blonde hair was cut short. Their tight curls bounced with ever step she took. She had sparkling green eyes that surrounded a button nose. Her full lips were naturally a bright red. They stood out even more because they were surrounded by creamy skin broken only by freckles on her cheeks.

This difference was accentuated by the way they dressed. Linda wore jeans and a dark green t-shirt. A thin black belt with a small silver buckle circled her waist. She had sneakers and black socks. Even her fingernails were subdued. Trimmed short and painted with clear polish, they almost disappeared against well tanned arms and hands.

In contrast, Cindy had a white top and bright red skirt that ended at mid-thigh. A belt of interlocked gold and silver flowers separated the two. The pink scarf about her neck did more to hide her ample cleavage than the plunging neckline of her blouse. She wore her fingernails long and painted a bright red. The open toed shoes and nylons she wore showed her toenails were painted the same red color.

“You also mentioned that he was well hung.” Linda said.

“I said he looked like he was hung.” Cindy corrected, “But that was no reason to issue a challenge.”

“How else were we going to find the truth?” Linda countered, “Besides you could have refused.” Cindy hemmed and hawed.

“Well, …” she finally stammered, “I couldn’t let you face him alone; especially since you don’t really know how to play.”

“Well you aren’t exactly a skilled player either.” Linda pointed out, “Besides, we got a week to practice.”

“Yea,” Cindy said, “But practice won’t help if we don’t know what we’re doing.”

“Fortunately we have an expert for a roommate,” Linda said triumphantly, “He can teach us how to play.”

“I don’t know,” Cindy started hesitantly, “I’m not going to ask him.”

“Don’t worry,” Linda said, “Why do you think I picked up two twelve packs. After he’s had a couple, I’ll ask him.”

“Ask me what?” Tom asked peeking out of the kitchen. Cindy immediately turned a bright red. Linda looked as if she wanted to disappear.