...Door's Open...

The elation that I was feeling from the shopping trip, and seeing that muscle have his testicles launched into his lungs, was replace by an overwhelming feeling of trepidation as Janet and I approached my apartment door. I was robbed once years ago, nothing too traumatic enough, but it left an impact on me. I NEVER leave my place unlocked. So, to see door ajar did not seem like a good sign. The best case scenario I could come up with was the landlord was checking out how my packing was going, eagerly awaiting when she could start demolishing my unit. That was the BEST case I was expecting.

Reality proved me wrong. Very wrong.

"Finally! I was wondering when you'd get home." Huffed my exasperated neighbor.

"Ahh...Karen...what are you doing here? How did you get in here?"

Giving me a look that suggested I was, in fact, the dumbest man on the planet, the red head took a key out of her pocket. "Remember? We swapped keys in case on of us got locked out of our apartments? And you told me to be here."

"I what? Janet, if you want to toss your bags in my room, it's down the hall. Oh, I'm sorry. Janet, this is my neighbor and friend Karen. Karen, this is Janet, my new...friend. We just met today."

"Sure thing Mike. Karen, nice to meet you." The blonde said as she went down the hall.

"Likewise, Janet." The ladies eyed each other as Janet passed. Not as rivals, or with any sort of animosity. But more as if they were two panthers circling one another, each getting a feel on the newcomer. "You told me to come up here Mike, when I was done with my laundry."

Vaguely remembering that conversation, I check the time. "That's right...I did. Do you want a drink? That was a couple hours ago. How'd you know I'd be back now?"

Shrugging as she joined me in the kitchen, Karen replied as she took the offered beer, "I didn't. You just told me to come here because you wanted to show me something. So, once I finished my laundry I came in and waited for you to come back. So what did you want to show me? Is it the blonde? Wait...that wasn't porn you were watching earlier, was it? You dog." I was searching her eyes, but could see neither jealousy or disgust, but pure interest.

"A gentleman never tells."

"Sure, but what's that got to do with you? Ooh, I like this beer."

"Haha. Smart ass. But no, I wanted to show you these weird dollar coins I've got today in the park." My trek to my desk was cut short by Karen's interjection.

"Oh, you too? I found one of those today, just outside your door, actually. Weird right? You never see them, then all of the sudden they pop up everywhere. It's like some poor sucker had a collection of them and has just been dropping them all over the place."

Aww...fuck.