It started one morning when I crawled out of my warm bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower to get warm while I peed and got ready. I always put my hand in the water before stepping in to adjust the temperature but this morning the water was cold! I went down in the basement and stared at the water heater. How do you tell what is wrong with a water heater? It looked the same as it always did and knocking on the side produced no response. Threatening to hit it with a hammer did not seem to work. I finally got the idea to put my hand on the metal pipe which leads out the top to the chimney. It was cold.
It took two days of no hot showers to get a plumber to come. The plumber looked over the water heater and pronounced it dead. He looked at me, a woman in her 40s, and decided he could take advantage of the situation by offering to install a replacement for $3000.00! Now I may not look too smart but I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday so I told him I would let him know.
I called Jim for some advice. Jim has lived next door since my ex and I moved here. He is also divorced and was a good friend when I was splitting up with Marty. Nothing romantic, just a friend to talk with and occasional help with something like outside Christmas lights. Jim told me that no one repairs water heaters but he was sure I could get a replacement for under $500 and he would install it.
Off to water heater land we went (actually a big box hardware store) in Jim's truck where I bought a replacement plus some fittings which Jim needed for the installation plus tax for just over $500 but a long way under $3000. I helped Jim wrestle the large box inside and downstairs. Then I got out of the way. A few hours later he came up and informed me that the new heater was installed but it would take about 2 hours to heat the water in the tank. Try it then. We wrestled the old heater up the stairs and out to the curb. I could hardly wait but two hours later I turned on a faucet and sure enough, hot water! I did my happy dance!
I realized what a big favor this was and wondered what I could do for Jim in return. I started by calling him and asking him to come over for dinner the following evening. The next day I cleaned up the house and put together what had been Marty's favorite dinner which I hoped Jim would like. I didn't dress sexy like for a date but I put on a nice green skirt with a white top and a little green vest. Jim came with a bottle of wine and we had quite a nice meal.
After dinner Jim poured more wine and we sat in the living room to talk. I told Jim how much I appreciated what he did for me and asked what I could do for him. He said not to worry about it the dinner was enough. I pressed the point that I really wanted to do something special for him. He looked at me for a minute and shook his head saying no that would spoil everything. I wondered what he was thinking about and asked again saying how could anything be spoiled.
He hesitated and then said if he told me I would think he was terrible and that would spoil our friendship. I laughed and said, "Try me."
He said, "Alright, but don't freak out. If you say no, that is the end of it. I would like you to take off your clothes and let me eat your pussy."
