My sister had recently moved into a new house. It was quite a nice place but, as with any new place you move into, it needed some minor adjustments. She and her husband were quite capable of doing most of these little things but there were a couple of extra power points to be installed. That's where I came in, being an electrician by trade. Lauren claimed that it was only right I come and give her a little assistance.
I wandered around one fine Saturday afternoon and got to work. There was nothing too difficult to be done. Just extra points in the lounge room, main bedroom and kitchen. I hopped to and things went quite smoothly.
I'd finished the lounge and bedroom and was working in the kitchen when my sister told me she was going down the street. She wouldn't be long, she said, but if I finished before she got back I could just lock the door and go on my merry way. Translation – she was going shopping and would be gone for hours.
She departed and I continued with the power points. Why anyone would have built a kitchen with only one point was beyond me. What did the previous owners do? Use a power board and run everything off that? Anyway, I finished installing the points and was packing up my gear when I heard someone at the front door.
The main door was open and whoever it was opened the wire door and wandered in, calling out to Lauren. I just yelled out, "Kitchen," and continued tidying up.
A very pretty young woman came wandering in to the kitchen. She looked to be in her early twenties and was casually dressed. You know the sort of thing, light top and shorts, just clothes for the sake of wearing clothes at home. She wasn't going anywhere. It seemed that visiting my sister didn't count as going anywhere.
"Well, hullo," I murmured, "and aren't you a sight for sore eyes. If you're looking for Lauren she's shopping and who knows when she'll be back. If you want Bill, he's gone to the game and won't be home until much later."
"I'm Anna. I live next door. I know where Bill is," she said with a smile. "He's gone with my husband. I was hoping to catch Lauren and cadge a couple of eggs off her. I can't be bothered going down the street for them."
"You'll probably find a couple in the fridge. Just help yourself."
I had no objection to giving away Lauren's dairy products to such a pretty young thing.
"Ah, before you grab the eggs, I was wondering if you could do something for me?" I asked, giving her my most charming smile.
She looked at me in an inquiring manner. Smart girl. Don't agree before you know what you're agreeing to.
"You are a remarkably pretty young woman. I was hoping you might take off your clothes so that I can properly admire your figure, and then succumb to my advances and let me make love to you."
"I beg your pardon?" she said, sounding thoroughly scandalised.
"I said I was hoping that you might. . ."
That was as far as I got before she interrupted me.
"I heard. I heard. I was just wondering if you'd have the gall to say it again."
"Well, obviously I do." I looked at her expectantly.
She looked back at me, seeming slightly bemused.
"What?" she said.
I waited.
"Oh, come on," she protested. "You don't seriously expect me to take off my clothes, let alone. . ."
"Not expect," I admitted, "but seriously want and hope. So how about it? It should be a very interesting experience."
