Alan Garrison, the landlord

Alan Garrison, the landlord was approaching.

"Oh no...." The helpless and filthy Lauren moaned.

ALan had asked Lauren out as soon as she moved into the apartment complex he ran. Lauren, intrigued by this slightly older gentlemen (Alan was 30 to Lauren's 20) who obviously had a fair amount of money. They had gone on one date, but Alan had moved a little too fast. Okay, he'd tried to cop a feel while they were at dinner. Lauren, horrified, had thrown a drink in his face and told him off.

Since then, things between them had been testy, to say the least. Alan had apologized, but Lauren still called him a sleaze, sometimes to his face. Alan tried to respect her space, but found her so appealing it was quite difficult.

Lauren loathed Alan. She had long ago sworn he'd never see her naked. Well, now he was seeing her naked, prone and trapped! Lauren had never been so humiliated!

"Don't worry little miss, I'll get you out." Alan reassured her. Lauren noticed he didn't refer to her by name. Had he not recognized her?