"Hello Jan. I'm Greg and my housemate is Joe. Don't know the area well as we are from up north" he said. "Well if there is anything you want to know j...st knock on my door and ask" I replied. "Great. Thanks. We will". We both went back indoors. A few days later Joe introduced himself.A week or so later Greg knocked on my door. "Sorry to trouble you Jan but can you tell me where the stopcock is please? The kitchen tap is running slow". "Shall I come in to show you?" I asked. "Oh yes that would be. I went into the kitchen to fetch some food for Taffy, their cat who looked quite hungry meowing over her empty bowl, when I heard Phoebe upstairs, singing in the shower. As I began to imagine what the scene looked like up there, I sighed. Moral dilemma again. Why do I do these things? She’s just a kid. Phoebe’s barely a teen and I’m already having fantasies about seeing her naked body in the shower, with water running through her hair and down her body, her hands rubbing her firm tits and puffy. You know, hacking into computer systems to see if there was fraud or funny things going on. I seemed to have a real knack for digging into computer systems, and memory storage areas; as well as digging through programs, and finding things on the internet. Using these skills, I started looking for other Daniel Martin Hamner's on the internet. I found eight people by that name across the US, but there were three in our town, and one in a town about forty miles away, in the next county. One was my. To many of you, this isn't much, but hey that's me. So sit back and enjoy. If it's not for you, just leave my story and I will understand, you don't need to get mad I don't write about what you enjoy. Also, I know I don't describe things EXTREMELY sexual, I pretty much will be talking about my experiences. If I say it, or I say someone said it or did it, it happened. Thank you very much for reading and enjoy my first story, "What's a slut?"Note: My stories, although all about me, are not one.