Move-In Day

It's a cool autumn day in Boston. You glance out the living room window in your new apartment. What a day. Move-in days never go according to plan and yours was no exception. The movers were late, they dropped a box with your favorite lamp in it which broke, you searched for an hour for the landlord so he could give you your key, and to top it all off, the window won't close all the way so the apartment is a bit drafty to say the least.

You were hot and sweaty from moving boxes and hoisting furniture around so you're only wearing a thin T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Now, with the window open, you're a bit chilly. A gust of wind slips through the jammed window and you shiver. Your C-cup breasts get slightly hard and you rub your arms a bit.

You curl up on the sofa which is in the middle of the room surrounded by boxes and other pieces of furniture. The movers just dumped everything in the front room and left. You don't want to think about having to drag all your bedroom furniture into the bedroom.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.