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"Who is it, Dave?" my wife called from the kitchen.

"Um, it's someone for the apartment." I replied, clearing my throat and I
still hadn't introduced myself or even asked the girl to step inside.

"Oh, well, can you show it to him? I'm cleaning up." Eve told me.

"It's a..." my horny male instincts changed my mind. Eve didn't need to
know the person was a girl, a young and very attractive woman. "...sure."

"Dave?" Stacy was still smiling and the amused look on her face told me
this wasn't the first time a man had fallen all over himself in front of
her.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm...Dave." I shrugged and wondered if my face was as red as
it felt. "I'll, uh, I'll show you the apartment...Let's go this way."

I decided to take Stacy around the outside of the house, rather than
through the kitchen. My brain just wasn't working right and in my defense
I'll say I had no plans for cheating on my wife. Obviously I was totally in
love with Eve, this was just a man thing. It's in our DNA. The desire just
to look at a pretty girl and be close to her, even if you know nothing is
going to happen. It's fun and nice and I had a serious hunch that if my
wife caught sight of Stacy, she'd change her mind about renting the
apartment. The house just wasn't big enough for temptation like that and no
woman ever really trusts her husband, not enough to let a beautiful coed
share her kitchen.

So I was just getting a good look, that's all. Locking Stacy away in my
memory along with all the other women I'd seen but couldn't have. The girl
was helping me too, with her eyes and that smile. Jesus. I wondered if she
practiced those looks in a mirror or something. Even more than her body or
even her beautiful face, Stacy possessed an attitude, a countenance that
just made you want to throw her down on the floor and...

"...And this is it." I unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping
inside the small living room as Stacy followed me.