"I'm going to love working for you, I just know it."

"Hurry! Hurry!!" said Jenny. "We don't want to be late."

"We have plenty of time," said Roger. "It's only seven o'clock. Who are these people anyway?"

"I told you. I met the woman in the laundry room. We talked awhile, and she invited us to dinner. She lives just down the hallway. I thought it would be nice to meet other people in the building."

"I suppose you're right," said Roger. "Come on, let's go."

They walked down the hall, hand in hand, and knocked on the door of Sarah's apartment. A tall, muscular, sandy-haired man opened the door and received them. "Good-evening, come on in," he said. "I'm David, Sarah's husband. Why don't you have a seat?"

"Thank you," said Jenny. "I'm Jenny and this is my husband, Roger." They all went in and sat down on the couch.

"Sarah is in the kitchen. She'll be out in a minute," said David. "I hope you like steak and french-fries?"

"Who doesn't?" said Roger. "I'm starved."

At that moment, the doorbell rang and two other couples entered and were led into the living room.

"Roger and Jenny," said David. "I want you to meet Sandra and Dale, and Carol. They also live in this apartment building. We've all been friends for some months now."

They exchanged greetings and introductions and took their places at the dinner table. During the entire dinner, Jenny sensed something strange about this group of people. She felt uncomfortable at first, being around so many strangers, but the friendly attitude of the group, coupled with the abundant supply of wine, soon ended her shyness. She sat back in her chair and took notice of the behavior of the others. She saw the way they fondled each other and cradled each other in their arms. It looked, to her, as if the group was one big, happy family.

She took special notice of the attention that Sandra, a tall blonde like herself, was paying to her husband. She was stroking Roger's hair with one hand and squeezing his knee with the other. Roger seemed to be enjoying himself. She could see him sliding his hand under Sandra's short dress and caressing her thighs.