A death of a relative often means selling the house; if the contents are no longer valued highly, they will have to be cleared.
"Ding dong," the doorbell rang.
Nerys felt uneasy at the echo of her stiletto heels on the bare boards of the hallway as she hurried to answer. Her aunt's old house sounded sad without curtains and carpets. She remembered when it was a noisy, happy house, full of nieces and nephews, her maiden aunt encouraged children to play and enjoyed many tea parties.
The youthful man looked fit and strong, Nerys couldn't help thinking as soon as she saw him. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his tight buttoned shirt had his sleeves rolled almost up to his shoulders, showing off his bronzed and muscular arms decorated with intricately entwined tattoos. He removed a beanie hat from his tousle-haired head and grinned boyishly, 'DDH' embroidered on his shirt pocket.
"DDH house clearances?" she asked.
"Oh arrgh, Missus, that's us, house clearances be one of our specialities," he said with a deep, broad country accent that Nerys remembered from when she visited this area as a child and a young woman. There was a boy then, very much like this hunk, she thought, who charmed his wicked way into her knickers with his cheeky grin, sweet smile and ... she almost went pink with embarrassment just thinking about it ... the first and best sex ever.
"Excellent. It's my late aunt's house," she said, as she opened the door wide for the man to enter, "We've sold the house, but the new owners want it completely emptied."
She let him in, glancing at the tiny van parked in the drive, inscribed 'Devon Dolls Houses' on the door.
"Er, there's quite a lot of heavy furniture," she said, "beds, sofas, tables and chairs."
