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   Old Orchard Beach, Prime summer destination for a girl from down East. She was lucky to find a house for rent next to the beach just a hop skip and a jump away from the large Boardwalk that stretch about 500 ft into the Atlantic Ocean. The boardwalk was one of her favorite attractions. Lined with souvenir shops, food vendors, restaurants and there was a nightclub at the end of the pier. Perfect spot for a 3-week getaway.

   She had been sitting in her dorm room at UMM most of last semester spending more time studying the for rent adds in Old Orchard then she had for her marine bio and zoology finals. She struck gold on a room in a 5 bedroom house right I downtown practically on the beach.

   The owner of the house was a marine biologist who in the winter works at the Institute of Marine Science down in the Florida Keys studying the massive coral bleaching, overall decay of the Great Florida Reef and how it’s deterioration is affecting marine habitats that the reef itself protects from oncoming wave action. In the summer he comes to Maine and opens his house to vacationers. On her resume application for the rental she made sure to include under the occupation section, marine bio major at UMM and in the added notes section jotted down all of her classes that she had taken so far hopping it would impress him enuf to accept her application. The rent was only 900$ for three weeks, which was a fantastic deal for a 21 year old college student.

    When she got the call a week later from the owner she was thrilled and started packing that same day, even though her vacation was still two weeks away.

  She arrived at 2 Millikan Drive at 4 pm in the pouring rain. She had gotten lost due to the reduced visibility caused by the torrential downpour and all of the one way streets. It was on street parking and of course she had to park four houses down from wherever needed to be. Regretting the fact that she packed all of her bags in the trunk of her silver Saab convertible and her wardrobe choice of a white button down shirt which was going to be completely see through once it gets wet. There was nothing she could do about it now, taking a deep breath she opened the door of her car and made a run for it.

   She was completely drenched by the time she passed the second house so by the time it took to reach the door of 2 Millikan Drive she resembled what her mother would call a drowned rat. Thankfully there was a overhang above the door and she quickly ran under it. She smoothed back her wet blond hair and tried to shake out her blouse so she did not look to much like a spring breaker that was in it to win it in a wet T-shirt contest. Deciding she looked as good as she was going to get she rang the doorbell. After 13 seconds she heard the lock on the door click.

   She always counted the seconds that passed after ringing the bell or knocking, if the time reached 30sec she would hit the button or knock again. 30 seconds just seemed to her like the appropriate time to wait. The door swung open and a man appeared in the doorway. He was older, she guessed early 40ds or so. He was wearing a green Gators long-sleeved shirt and a pair of well worn jeans. His face was handsom, short cropped brown hair that had been lightened by the sun. Dark brown eyes, square jaw and very tan. Was this the owner she wondered?.

“Come in come in!” He said as the rain started coming down harder. He held the door open as she slipped through the doorway into the front hall. The house was chilly, she could hear a AC running somewhere close by. As she walked in she noticed pictures of underwater scenery hanging on the white hallway wall, tropical fish, sea anemones and a turtle gliding over a bed of stag horn coral.

   She turned to find him staring at her smiling.  She suddenly realized how transparent her shirt was. Behind the man standing by the door was a mirror, she could see her shirt clinging against her lacy white bra showing off the swirly flower patterns that circled around her pink nipples which were at the moment hard as stones from the temperature in the room. Her breast size was not huge but a modest C cup at least. She could feel her cheeks getting hot as embarrassment washed over her.

“ You must be one of my new tenants. I’m Sam .” He said still smiling and offering his hand.

“yes, I’m Amy” she managed to say taking his hand.

“ it’s really coming down now. We can your things later when the rain let’s up a bit but until then let’s get you out of those wet cloths.” He said as his eyes slowly went from her shoes slowly up her wet body locking on her eyes for just a moment before looking away.

   Something about the tone of his voice when he said it made her heart skip a beat. It was ridiculous really but as she followed him from the hallway she could not help noticing how broad his sholders were and how his back muscles flexed under his shirt as he walked or the fact that the man had the nicest ass she had seen in a pair of jeans in a very long time. Her body was starting to feel very warm despite the cool air against her wet clothing and she thought back to the last time she had gotten laid, it had been a while. She closed her eyes for a moment and shook the thoughts out of her head.

    He led her past the living room and through the kitchen into another hallway that that had two doors on either side.

“This one to the right is yours and this door to the left is the bathroom. There’s another bathroom upstairs but the showers up there is acting up. I will let you check out the room and be right back with some cloths for ya” He said flashing her a smile then he disappeared down the hallway.

   The room was larger than she thought it would be with a queen size bed with a matching bamboo frame and headboard. A very comfy looking blue and white stripped comforter and matching throw pillows. In the far corner with a bamboo dresser and matching night stand. Traditional beach cottage theme, pictures of seashells and sail boats hung on the light blue walks of the room with sand dollars and white candles with ceramic molded shell holders.

   He came back minutes later carrying a t-shirt with the band Big Fish logo on the front and a pair of sweat pants.

“I hope these will do until we can get to your car.”

“They will do just fine, thanks” she said smiling but not quite able to look him in the eyes.

PART 1 OF 4

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