"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I, uhh, I…" Russell stammers, yet his eyes are glued to the breathtaking sight before him: his girlfriend's roommate, Claire, in nothing but skimpy underwear. "I didn't expect to…I was looking for Karen…"
"You should have knocked!"
"I tried the door and it opened. I thought there was no one here."
"Three of us live here. You should be wary of our sense of privacy," Claire hisses, then she stomps to the bathroom.
Russell is left standing there, his face inscrutable. "To be fair," he thinks, "Claire's got a more smokin' body than Karen. If only she would dress more…provocatively."
