People struggle to find love but love has a way of sneaking anywhere or anytime. Love does not have to be found in mobile app, church or clubs. It can sneak on you while you are in hospital bed, space, garage or in toilet. love can come in weird places.
The clock pointed at 2 A.M and I had to catch up with schedule. A lady was waiting for my services three bocks away. I drove us fast as I could and slowed down when the GPS indicated am closer and the residence was on my right side. I parked by the road and walked to the door; knocked gently and she opened and my eyes came in contact with her hazel eyes.
“Afternoon, my name is Frank with Natoholic plumbing, what is the issue?”
“Am Hannah, welcome in!” she signaled.
“Thank you.” I responded while I removed my shoes not to ruin her carpet.
“I noticed a few days ago my faucet doesn’t have pressure, Their it is.” She led me to the kitchen and allowed me to run water.
“I think this faucet is old and I want to replace it with the sensor faucet. I have a couple of choices on Amazon and I think I like this one.” She leaned closer to me to show me her preferred taste on Amazon.
“If you order on Amazon it might take you few days to get and that means rescheduling. But I can rush to Fergusson and get you installed today.” I explained.
“Then lets do that because i have a job and my boss will get angry if I take another day off.”
I gave the estimate including the amount of money she had to pay, and she agreed. Then drove fifteen minutes to Fergusson and another sixteen minutes back with the faucet.
When I came back with a brand new faucet, I immediately noticed that she had taken her time to accentuate her make up to look adoring. She opened the door this time with a gently tone as if we have known each other long enough. She turned around and I noticed her skirt was short enough to cover the subject but also long enough to server purpose.
I asked her to confirm if that is what she wanted and she leaned foward revealing threshold of her breast. She showed more flesh and nodded then strutted as if announcing she was available and agreed. She glided back to her sit as her hips swung that I had to nudge myself out of reverie and get back to work.
It took me another twenty minutes to get the job done. Her pressure was back to normal and she thanked me by asking for my number.
She texted me three days later and I replied with an emoji. This made her determined and after one month of texting, She invited me at her place for date.
During our date she cooked nice meal of rice, shrimp, chicken wings and broccoli. Her meal was a story and then we sat down on her sofa to watch a movie.
While we were watching a movie I stretched my arm and put it around her shoulder and she leaned her head closer to me. Then I pretended to accidentally drop my hand on her right breast and she did not object. I touched her breast gently and she did not object. I squeezed them a little and she did not object. Infact her nipples seemed interested as I felt them.
I gave them one more squeeze but I objected.
“What is that?” I explained hysterically.
“I don’t understand, what do you mean?”
I explained to her my verdict that I had felt malignant object probably a lump because it was immovable, typically hard and irregularly shaped. I advised her that I know how a normal breast should feel and in return she got angry and asked me to leave.
Few days later she rung and explained that I was right and that she was scared and overwhelmed and the doctors revealed her greatest fear was a reality. She explained that it was not my fault because cancer does not discriminate and it affect thousands. The doctors had reavealed a metastatic breast lump was just beginning and my hands were right on time to rescue her from being half a woman.
She did not thank me for my plumbing but was grateful I saved her breast and she asked for another rendezvous and I said my hands are needed somewhere else to rescue again.