I arrived at Sandra's door at a little after eight a.m. A year ago, I promised my younger brother that if he needed any plumbing fixed, I would be happy to do it. After a few rings of the doorbell, she answered the door wearing nothing but a floor length blue fleece robe tied around her thin waist. The blue matched the color of her eyes and accented the blonde disheveled hair that fell to her shoulders. I knew I woke her up from a sound sleep because she wasn't wearing any make up, but she was beautiful without it. For eight years, from the day Henry introduced us - I have fantasized about her - but I knew nothing would come of it because both of us were married and we were all great friends. The fact that she was ten years younger only made my fantasies more enjoyable.
"Hey Jack, thanks for coming over. follow me and Ill show you where the problem is," she said with a smile.
"My pleasure, always willing to help out when I can." This morning, I would have followed her anywhere.
My eyes drifted along the lines of her body as I walked about two feet behind her. What the fabric of her robe hid, my imagination revealed.
Pointing at the kitchen sink, she said, "It started leaking last night, Henry tried to fix it, but just managed to mess up his back again trying to fit down there."
"Yeah," I replied, "those disposals can make this a tight fit. Let me see what i can do."
I knelt in front of the sink and peered into the darkness of the cramped cabinet to see exactly what my brother had messed up this time.
"He isn't very good at fixing things," Sandra said from behind me.
"Yeah, I got the engineering gene from our old man, Henry was never very good at working with his hands."
"I know that, trust me." she said with such scorn I wondered if there was another meaning to that phrase.