FFF - Apartment #6 - 6/14

Word Limit - 369
Required Phrase - Bewildered
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.
Bonus Words -
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)

Jenny took a deep breath, gathering her courage. She knew she should have insisted on meeting Henry somewhere public for the first time. She really should have insisted on wearing clothes, but he had been… persuasive. Besides, when you meet someone on Ashley Madison, there’s no doubt you’re going to fuck. At least this way he’d know instantly that the carpet matched the rich, red drapes.

Her one act of defiance was at the last minute stopping at the nearby Wal-Mart and picking up a cheap pair of slippers. Jenny never did like going barefoot, and wasn’t about to start now. People had looked at her funny because of the trench coat on such a hot day, like they knew she was naked underneath it, but it was hard to be concerned about the opinion of people at Wal-Mart.

When she pulled up into the quaint, brown-stone neighborhood, she’d wanted to leave the coat in the car, but there were children playing. A month earlier and they would have still been in school, but now they were on summer vacation. She left the coat on until the elevator stopped on the third floor, then disrobed before heading down the hallway to apartment #6.

Suddenly her nerves started getting the best of her.  What if Ian, her husband, called the office? They’d tell him she’d left early, saying she wasn’t feeling well. That would lead to an awkward conversation. Jenny’s hands started getting damp, and she worried the pages she held would get stained. She had a feeling Henry wouldn’t like that.

There was no buzzer on the door, so she’d have to announce her presence the old fashioned way. She rapped on the door and waited, fidgeting and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She heard movement form the other side of the door, and a thrill of excitement shot through her. She felt herself getting damp despite her nervousness.

The old man who answered the door looked nothing like the pictures Henry had sent. When his bewildered look was replaced by a wide grin, Jenny knew something was wrong. She desperately covered herself as much as she could while she stammered out “Isn’t this Apartment #6?”

The old man looked at the door number, sighed, and flipped it up. “One day I’ve got to get that damned thing fixed!” he said, looking Jenny up and down. “But I’m glad it wasn’t today!”

I don't remember the actual word count per MS Word, but I know it's under the 369 plus 50 bonus words. I did some last minute editing before posting as well, so I should be golden.

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