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The morning passed lazily, as I waited. I hated taking an entire day off work, and plunked on my computer to see if any important emails were waiting for me at work.
<you have mail>
The computer screen announced. No shit, I thought, as I typed in the commands to look at it. After hitting my enter button, I skimmed the subjects. Most could wait, but I typed in "11" to read the one from my boss.
"Grace won't be in today. If you need anything, email me."
She was such a terrific boss. I emailed my thanks, and turned my attentions to my driveway. Still empty. Damn, when would that handyman show up?
Wearing casual business attire, I leaned back and started fingering myself. The short skirt rode up on my bare thighs, as I moved the crotch of my white cotton panties aside. In the thoes of my passion, I almost didn't hear the knock on my door.
"Hello? Anybody here?" I hear, as I stand upright, trying to straighten my clothes.
Opening the door, I see the most handsome man. Flustered at having to stop in mid orgasm, I stand aside and let the man in.
"Hi.....sorry, this way." I reply gruffly, as I cross the room to the hallway. Stairs going downward reveal the descent into the bowels of my basement.
The musty smells intrude on my nostrils, as I lead the man to my electrical panel. Half of my electricty is out in my house, and I know the panel is the culprit. I'd already called the electric company, and surmised the problem lay within my home.....somewhere.
"You still have fuses for half of your house." The man exclaimed.
"Yea, I know. How much to change it to all breakers?" I ask. He begins to give me all the ins and outs....can't give an exact figure until blah, blah, blah.....until I interrupt him.
"I don't care how much it costs. Rewire the whole damn house if you have to, but please tell me you can fix my problem."
"Yes ma'am, I can fix your problem." He replies. "But it might take a day or two for the whole thing."
"Where do I sign?" I reply, obviously I want to get him started.
I sign the appropriate papers authorizing him to do the work I need, and leave him to his job. He's still there when I return. I change into a babydoll nightshirt, and turn on my TV. Offering a beer to him, he sits next to me in exhaustion.
<you have mail>
The computer screen announced. No shit, I thought, as I typed in the commands to look at it. After hitting my enter button, I skimmed the subjects. Most could wait, but I typed in "11" to read the one from my boss.
"Grace won't be in today. If you need anything, email me."
She was such a terrific boss. I emailed my thanks, and turned my attentions to my driveway. Still empty. Damn, when would that handyman show up?
Wearing casual business attire, I leaned back and started fingering myself. The short skirt rode up on my bare thighs, as I moved the crotch of my white cotton panties aside. In the thoes of my passion, I almost didn't hear the knock on my door.
"Hello? Anybody here?" I hear, as I stand upright, trying to straighten my clothes.
Opening the door, I see the most handsome man. Flustered at having to stop in mid orgasm, I stand aside and let the man in.
"Hi.....sorry, this way." I reply gruffly, as I cross the room to the hallway. Stairs going downward reveal the descent into the bowels of my basement.
The musty smells intrude on my nostrils, as I lead the man to my electrical panel. Half of my electricty is out in my house, and I know the panel is the culprit. I'd already called the electric company, and surmised the problem lay within my home.....somewhere.
"You still have fuses for half of your house." The man exclaimed.
"Yea, I know. How much to change it to all breakers?" I ask. He begins to give me all the ins and outs....can't give an exact figure until blah, blah, blah.....until I interrupt him.
"I don't care how much it costs. Rewire the whole damn house if you have to, but please tell me you can fix my problem."
"Yes ma'am, I can fix your problem." He replies. "But it might take a day or two for the whole thing."
"Where do I sign?" I reply, obviously I want to get him started.
I sign the appropriate papers authorizing him to do the work I need, and leave him to his job. He's still there when I return. I change into a babydoll nightshirt, and turn on my TV. Offering a beer to him, he sits next to me in exhaustion.