Her landlord

Lauren turned in horror to see Alan Garrison staring at her. Alan was her landlord and a total loser. He actually had the gall to ask her out when she moved in. As if she'd date a 30 year old apartment manager with thinning hair and a gut! She'd turned him down, and none too politely. In fact, she'd laughed in his face.

That was then. Now? He was staring in shock at her.

"Lauren? What happened to you?" He asked, baffled.

"Uh, hi Alan." Lauren said, crossing her arms over her chest in what she hoped was a casual gesture and not blatantly hiding her small chest.

"You're red as a lobster! And what are you wearing?" He said, staring at her miniscule bikini.

"Lauren stayed on the tanning booth a bit too long." Julie explained. "So we're getting her home to get her covered in ointment."

"I see.. and you'll be applying the ointment?" He asked the sexy receptionist.

"Why yes... why do you ask?" Julie said, confused.

"No reason." Alan said. In reality, he was just enjoy the visual of this sexy woman rubbing lotion over his bikini clad ice queen tenant! He stared in amazement at Lauren's pink body. She looked quite different then he'd imagined (and he imagined a great deal). She looked shorter, her hips were far wider... and her chest had looked nothing like he'd expected! A shame she was covering it now, he was **** to get a closer look!