A cup of sugar

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//Kaitlyn shows up asking for sugar. Kaitlyn's Harem path.

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Kaitlyn stands outside of my apartment looking like the ultimate girl-next-door, wearing cuffed white shorts and an untucked lumberjack’s long sleeved button-up.

“Hi, neighbor! I know we haven’t really met. Your name is Warren, right?” She gives me a wink.

It seems that we are playing a new game. That’s a shame, I like how the old game was going.

“Ah... yes, that’s right. And you are?”

“Kaitlyn. Nice to officially meet you.” I shake her hand. It feels soft and warm.

“Nice to meet you, too... What can I do for you?”

From behind her back she pulls out a large measuring cup. I can’t help but grin at the obvious ploy. I’ve heard this one before.

“I was wondering if you have some sugar that I could use, if it isn't too much trouble.”

“I think I might. Come inside and we can check.”

“Actually... do you mind if we wait here and smalltalk for a couple minutes first?” The way she asks seems out of character and confuses me. Kaitlyn flexes her bare toes, then glances down the hall as if expecting something. I lean forward and look as well, but the hall is empty. Is her husband listening from their front door?

“Ah... yeah, sure.” I go along with it, but neither of us says anything for an awkward length of time so I venture to start. “So Kaitlyn, how long have you lived in the building?”

"About a year now." She flashes me a beautiful, if unconvincing smile, making me realize she might be troubled by something and I should pay closer attention. She steals another glance to the side. As she does, I notice that she is not wearing a bra.

"Nice... uh... have you gotten much use of the facilities? I've been thinking about using the pool but haven't gotten around to it..."

Just then there is a familiar ding from the elevator, about eighty feet away. I start to lean forward to look to the end of the hall, but Kaitlyn snaps her head back at me. My heart skips a beat with the sudden intensity of her eye contact. She whispers quickly, patting my arm like I had just said something funny. “Here he comes--don’t look, just talk for a few more seconds, then let’s go in.”

I get the feeling that it doesn’t matter what I say here, so I repeat myself. “So have you gotten much use of the pool since you moved in?”

“Sometimes. I did just a couple weekends ago.”

“Let me know next time, and maybe I’ll join you.”

"Sure. That could be fun." She gestures with measuring cup and whispers, “Okay, take me inside.”

“With pleasure,” I say softly, stepping back and opening my door wider. “Come on in. Let’s see if we can find that sugar for you.”

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}