#105

I knock on the door of #105. According to the list, this is the Sheridans: Karl is 44, his wife Julie is 42, and their daughter Dayna is 18. I knock on the door. A stunning young blonde answers—this must be Dayna. “Hi, who are you?” she asks perkily. She looks me up and down. “Whoever you are, you’re really hot.”

I never used to get this many compliments, but I’m not complaining . . . I hand the girl my card. “I’m Iain Roberts—I’m the new building manager,” I say. “I’m just going around introducing myself to the tenants. My cell number is on there—it’s the best way to get a hold of me if you need me. You’re Dayna, right?” I ask, holding out my hand.

“Yes,” she says. Dayna puts my card in her jeans pocket and takes my hand.

“Don’t take this as judgment or anything—I’m just confused—shouldn’t you be in school right now?

Dayna giggles. “Today’s a scheduled e-learning day.{if #103Day1=true}” Right—Erin mentioned that yesterday. “{else if #103Day1=false} {endif}So, no, we’re all home today.”

“We?” I ask, not sure exactly whom she means.

“All of us in the local district. There are quite a few of us in the building. I’m a senior, and a bunch of the girls in my class live here. Would you like to come in?” Dayna asks.

“Sure. Are your parents home?”

“Mom hasn’t left yet. Dad’s gone to work,” she tells me.

“Dayna, one of the things I’m doing is taking pictures of the tenants to help me keep everyone straight. Do you mind if I take yours?” I ask.

“Oh, not looking like this,” Dayna says, gesturing dismissively at her hair and clothes. “Can I send you a picture?”

“That would be fine,” I say as we enter the kitchen.

“This is my mom, Julie,” Dayna tells me, waving toward another stunning busty blonde woman who’s sitting at the table drinking coffee. She has an ageless face; I can believe she’s 42, but if you’d told me she was 22, I’d have believed that, too. “Mom, this is the new building manager.”

I hold out my hand. “I’m Iain Roberts,” I say, handing her my card. “I’m just going around introducing myself to the tenants. My cell number is on there—it’s the best way to get a hold of me if you need me.”

Julie takes my card and my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roberts,” she says softly.

“Please, ma’am, call me Iain,” I say. “I know it’s a cliché, but when people say ‘Mr. Roberts,’ I really do look around for my dad.”

She grins. “In that case, Iain, please call me Julie.” She looks up at her daughter, who’s watching our conversation with interest. “Dayna, I know this is a home day, but it isn’t a day off. You should go get started on your work.”

“Yes, Mom,” Dayna says obediently. Over her mother’s head, she mouths “I’ll text you” at me before heading off to her room.

“Julie, one of the things I’m doing is taking pictures of the tenants to help me keep everyone straight. Do you mind if I take yours?” I ask.

Julie takes a last swallow of her coffee, considering. “Sure,” she says. “I need to get dressed for work, but I can take a minute. Do you mind taking it in here?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I tell her.

She stands and walks over to a corner of the counter. I’m startled to realize her ass is almost bare. She turns to face me and starts to assume a standard sort of pose, then freezes. I realize my cock has responded to her bare ass and is making a worthy bulge in my pants. Julie looks me up and down for a moment, checking me out. “We can do better than that,” she says coyly. She turns and strikes a pose, looking at me over her shoulder. “How’s this?”

At this point, I’m not going to try to explain the rig, so I lift my phone and snap her picture.

“Sexy,” I tell her. Julie beams. “And now it sounds like you have things to do, and I should be on about my rounds. I’m sure I’ll see you again before too long.”

“I’m sure you will,” Julie purrs.