"That was really great," he told her after recovering his senses. "You're a great fuck." He patted her gently on her ass.
"I'm glad you were pleased," she said. "I have to go home now," she whispered. "My mother will be worried." She rolled off the bed and quickly dressed herself.
"Thank you for giving me such a good fuck," she said as she started oat the door.
"You can bring your cookies over here anytime you want," he replied.
She departed, smiling at his joke, and returned to her own apartment, thinking to herself how wonderful it was going to be to live in this apartment building. Especially if there were more men like that big hunk.
CHAPTER THREE
Ann Marshall wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, smoothed out her long black hair, and gazed around the room. Everything looked perfect, she thought to herself. It had taken a long time to move all of her furniture and belongings into her new condo, but the job was finally finished. She was about to head for the shower when the doorbell rang.
She swung the door open and there stood a young woman with short, black hair and coalblack eyes, wearing a tight, red dress and black, high-heeled shoes.
"Hello," greeted the woman. "My name is Becky, I'm the manager of this building. I just want to welcome you and to make sure that everything is all right with the apartment. I see you've moved everything in already."
"Yes, I've just finished bringing in the furniture. Everything seems in order except for the garbage disposal. I'd appreciate it if you could send someone up to fix it."
"I'll be glad to," Becky replied. "If you ever need anything or if you ever have any questions just let me know. I'll be glad to help." She smiled at Ann, then turned and walked away.