After half an hour drive, google maps announced arrived and that my destination was on the right. I tucked my shirt inside my trouser to look professional and walked towards her door.
“I am Nato with Natoholic plumbing.” I begun.
“I am Hannah and thanks for coming…….” She replied looking relieved.
She welcomed me inside her house and I immediately learned her furniture had been bought at a flea market and they never disappointed. Her house was neat clean until she led me into her kitchen. Her kitchen was spacious but I immediately learned her faucet was old version of moen.
She explained to me that over time her kitchen faucet lacked enough pressure. I opened and realized that the pressure was low and realized it had something to do with the cartridges. I explained the situation to her that the rubber gasket might have been worn out leading to blockage or some debris might have made its way into the system. I wanted to replace the cartridge but remembered that it was an old version moen. Moen hardly produced cartridges that were two decades old and old faucets belonged to the museum.
The only solution was getting a new faucet. She nodded and agreed and because I did not have a faucet with me at that time. I had to go and find one at Fergusson and reschedule the work for the following day.
The following day I arrived at her place with a brand new moen faucet. I wanted to brighten her day by explaining about the brand features of the innovative, design, beauty, durability, lifetime guarantee and how the brand is perfectly engineered to balance water pressure. Before I can open my mouth and explain about the product I was carrying! I learned that the product was competing for my attention with her. She opened the door glancing at me flirtatiously. Her tone was soft and submitting. She was dressed revealing cleavage of her breast and her short dress revealed her thighs that I struggled to ignore. The only way out was to let her know that am going to get started with my tools.
It took me thirty minutes and the new faucet gave her kitchen an uplift trajectory. She was grateful and even touched me as if showing her appreciation but I chose to ignore the small friendly touches. She asked for my personal number incase the new faucet erred. I gave it to her promising that her solution was solved but she can reach out to me just incase.
She started texting and if she had nothing to say she just replied with an emoji. It did not take long before we started having longer conversation until late night. She always replied by letting me know that she was always thinking about me.
Eventually she missed me and decided to invite me for a home made dinner. I loved free food and I wanted to enjoy her delicacy. I made It on time and we had a special fried chicken, spaghetti, macaroni and veggies. The food was delicious and I irrigated it with fine wine.
The conversation was cordial as she smiled and two laughter lines crinkling the corners of her eyes both that glistened with sadness and sparkled life. she was beautiful and even more gorgeous inside her generous soul. We decided to end the evening by watching a movie.
Hitherto we had not yet decided the position of our relationship; Maybe I was her handyman, plumber, lover, boyfriend or a distraction in her personal life.
As we were watching the movies I stretched my arm and it landed on her shoulder. She did not object and I felt comfy around her. As the action movies progressed and the characters kissed my hand accidentally dropped to her right chest and she did not object nor hesitate. It seemed as if she was going to let my fingers do the searching and I decided to give her breast a gently squeeze. She did not object and I pressed towards her and she breathed hardly. I Squeezed again and she labored to catch breath. She had just let me in and as I was about to glide into paradise, I objected!
“What is that?” I blurted out with a shocked yell.
“What are you talking about?” she seemed confused.
“Something not right with your breast……….”
Her breast was not soft and tender but I felt an awkward hard substance that seemed irregular. I explained how it was immovable and I observed her frustration. I advised her that the malignant object could probably be a lump and she should get checked. She got angry and told me to lose her number and it was time for me to go.
Few days later she rung me, apologized and explained that I was right. It turns out that she carried her own test and decided to pay a doctor a visit. She was overwhelmed and scared fearing for the worst but the doctor revealed a metastatic breast lump was just getting started and she was just at the right time to begin regulating its growth before it could spread.
She thanked me not for the plumbing but because of that gently squeeze on her breast. She asked if I was available to come for dinner and I replied my hands are needed somewhere else to squeeze, tighten and observe no leakage.