A story about the two roommates in Apartment 202 and all their crazt sexscapades.
(Enjoy reading).
Part One
I was seeing double. Unfortunately, however, I was hearing nothing. I tore my gaze from the identical twin sisters discussing my housing fate in the nearby kitchen. There was no point in staring at the two blue-eyed brunettes anyway... Despite Apartment 202's open-concept design, their voices were so hushed, I couldn't hear one syllable from where I was sitting. Recalling that old saying about a watched pot never boiling, I admired my aesthetically pleasing surroundings to distract myself.
The pictures I'd received didn't do the place justice... A kitchenette, dining section and living room constituted its common areas. While two bedrooms connected by a 'Jack and Jill bathroom'
