Liza had a small house in the suburbs before we got married. Recently, it was rented by a couple with a child, but half a year ago, due to work, they moved to another city. Usually, for entertainment in a group, we rent a place outside the city, and now that the house is vacant, it has become the place where we have fun.
This building is old, stood on a small piece of land. Inside, there is nothing special, two residential floors and utility rooms in the basement. A kitchen and a large hall downstairs, two bedrooms upstairs. It was cozy here, but still the house needed updating. We want to make it so that it suits our needs and desires.
Among our common desires were a transparent floor, a cinema, a bedroom for two couples and much more. We dreamed of a transparent floor since 2014, when we first walked along Tower Bridge. Since then, we have been there twice and both times Liz did not wear underwear.
"Let's do it in the bedroom," Liz suggested.
"It's tempting, but look, only a small part of the bedroom is located above the hall, and the rest is above the kitchen and bathroom."
"Well, Rick," Liza looked at me disjointedly. "I want it in the bedroom."
We stood in the hall and looked at the floor, then at the ceiling, figuring out how to do this.
"Liz, what do we have under the hall?"
"Some storage rooms, I don't really know," she spread her hands. "Let's go look."
The entrance to the utility rooms was separate, on the side of the house. We had to cut the lock off, because we didn't have a key. Probably the previous owner had locked it 30 years ago. There was a lot of dust and various junk downstairs. This used to be a workshop and a laundry room. There were no interior walls, only columns. The room was spacious, but needed a renovation.
"What did you expect?" - Liza was the first to speak. "Don't you think this is the perfect place for a home theater?"
"Of course! And between it and the hall there will be a transparent floor."
"Transparent below and mirrored above," Liza winked at me and smiled.
I sneezed affirmatively several times...
It took us several more months to complete the renovation. During this time, our friends and we threw several naked parties. Even some contractors had fun here.
We hired a contractor through an ad in the local newspaper to paint the walls in the hall. We agreed to meet, inspect the site to estimate the cost of materials and the cost of work. A pleasant, energetic middle-aged woman came. I led her into the hall and showed her the palette.
"There is a lot of work, if you want us to do it in a day, I will take an assistant."
Then I showed her the utility room where you can leave materials and trash. I gave her the keys.
On the appointed day, I was terribly busy with work and completely forgot about it. I remembered closer to noon, called Liza.
"I forgot to tell you, we are painting the walls today."
"What?.. What the hell, Rick. I need the right color." Liza complained. "Okay, I'll take a taxi, maybe it's not too late."
As Liza walked toward the house, she could hear the sounds of a disco.
"Oh, god. I'm late."
She had the keys to the already renovated basement. The disco was blaring from the windows in the hall.
"Hmm... they probably didn't hear me," she thought. "I'll pop in for a minute and check the floor right away."
She quietly opened the side door and walked into the theater. The first floor was partially covered with paper. The space near the walls was completely hidden from her, but most of the room was clearly visible. There was no furniture in the theater yet, just an old sofa. The light fell almost magically from above. Liza went to where it was shining and looked in.
