Grace had done pretty well by herself. John, her soul mate of over eleven years, had died over ten years ago and even though she had always let him run the show she had done a pretty good job running things. Everything she wanted she had at the house; there was no need to go out except to go to the grocery store late at night every so often. However, the one thing she wasn’t good at were mechanical things. Luckily the house was well built, and they had bought good appliances and such, so there had been no need for her to call anyone to fix anything for a long time. This time however, she’d need to call a plumber. The water pipe to the icemaker in her refrigerator leaked badly. She really couldn’t do with water all over the floor; it might leak into the floorboards, so she called the name John had left in his Rolodex.
She waited for the plumber to arrive. She wondered if it would be a man or a woman. Grace started to feel things she had not felt in a long time. She wondered if this would be the first time she would have a man over to her house, alone, since John had died. She had longed for the company of another man, but either the opportunity never presented itself, or things just didn’t feel right to pursue. The service had said the plumber should arrive at 3pm; shouldn’t be long.
Buzz! Buzz! The plumber had arrived. She opened the door to see a man in uniform. It’s a man. He’s the spitting image of John at the age of twenty. His jaw is square, has dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes that she could easily get lost in. Her heart started to beat a little faster. She caught herself staring at him, before she has time to talk he said, “I’m the plumber here to fix the refrigerator. You did say 3pm. I’m not late am I?”
“No, you’re right on time. Please come in. I’ll show you the way,” she said. Grace leads him through to the back where the kitchen is. “Here it is. It just seemed to stop with no warning. Hope you can fix it.”
“No problem. I’ll get started right away,” he said. She notices a patch on his chest with the name Jon written on it. This was too hard to believe. She remembered all the great times she and John had had together. He was a superb lover. There was never a time she was left wanting when they made love.
She decided to stick around. Maybe she could get to know the plumber on a social level with maybe things to grow more intimate later on. The plumber stood not more than an arm lengths distance away; she could smell Jon’s cologne. It had the unmistakable scent of sandalwood. Yum, sandalwood was one of her favorite scents. She admired his calloused hands, and the rippling muscles in his forearms. Even though he looked very strong, he handled the small pipes with amazing dexterity.
“It looks as if I’m going to need to do a little welding. Could you help me?”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat. That would mean she would have to get very close to him. “Sure, I’d be glad to help out.” Her pulse started to quicken. She hadn’t planned to get this close to him this quick. Jon motioned down, and she got down on her knees. It being such a tight, little place their hips touched each other.
