Barbie had been having trouble with a leaky toilet for days now. She had tried many times to get a plumber. In her area they were like gold dust, but today she had managed to find one. He was due at 1.30. Exactly at 1.30. the doorbell rang. Well he was punctual at least. She opened the door and was greeted by a rather hunky plumber who said his name was Robert. She liked Robert immediately, and felt at ease with him. Usually she didn't take to having strangers in her home.
She took him to the bathroom, and he made a lot of uum and aah noises, like workmen do. He said that it needed a new so and so, or something very technical sounding. He knelt on the floor, and she watched his teeshirt tighten across his back. He was lean and firm. He was telling her what needed doing to repair the toilet, but she couldn't take her eyes from his body, or the way that his hair flicked at the back of his neck. His arms were tanned and muscular. He turned and smiled at her, and she stammered out ,"would you like a drink?" He answered that it would be nice. She made coffee. Her hands were shaking. What was wrong with her? She took his coffee through to him, and laid it next to him, on the floor. She was wearing shorts , and knew that she looked pretty good for her age. She stood watching him, and felt his eyes glance at her legs. She asked if he minded her watching. He laughed, and said that she could be his labourer. She passed him a few tools as directed, and then he asked her to sit on the toilet lid. She was surprised but didn't argue.