Nadia Smith was just your average little wife. She had been married for only three years and was just passing her twenty-seventh birthday. Her husband was a man by the name of Erik who worked as a CPA and was gone often on work trips. They had just purchased their first house, but before they were even finished unpacking, Erik was already gone again. Lately his work trips seemed more and more frequent and despite knowing it was the opposite... Nadia felt quite neglected.
Nadia was quite the fetching female. She was short, a little chunky with modest C cup breasts, pale skin, thick thighs and had a rounded bubble butt. She had a set of deep blue eyes and thick caramel colored curls that she she often kept pinned up in some sort of updo. Today, she had her hair tamed up into a messy bun as she had been busy unpacking, and needed her wild hair out of the way. It was warm, so she was dressed in a black and red half t-shirt crop top hidden under her dark denim overall cut off shorts. A patch of her skin could be seen from the side, and if she lifted her arms up high, some of her breast could also be seen from the side.
Nadia hadn't even received a kiss from her husband when he left that morning. She was starting feel like he was either ignoring her, or he was having an affair and she was starting to lean towards the latter. There was a couple of occasions where a female had picked up the phone when she called him on his work trip. Though he had said it was when he 'lost his phone' she needed to have more trust in him. He was her husband after all.
The trouble really started when she went to turn the kitchen faucet on, and water under the sink just started shooting everywhere. She turned the faucet off, but water was steadily filling up her tile floor. She was frustrated enough to slam her head against the counter repeatedly, but after no answer from her husband, she looked up a number for a plumber in her phone book. She was relieved when someone finally picked up.
"Oh, hello! My name is Nadia Smith we just moved in to a house on Euper Lane, and there's a busted pipe under my sink. Is there any possible way you can send someone over today?" She listened to the man on the other end and sighed. "Thank you so much!"
An hour later there was a knock on her door. She rushed to open the door and a large African American male walked through her door. He had thick threads of dreaded hair that was tied back. He was colored like burned caramel, he was tall, muscular and built like he could bench press a truck. He had kind eyes though,soft and not as fierce as the black men she had known in the past. He was dressed nicely in a clean uniformed jumpsuit that didplayed his name. 'Dredd' was all that was displayed.
He brought his tools, she used a towel to try to wipe up the water, he shut off the water supply as he started working. She was a bit nervous and tried to make small-talk.
"So is Dredd like your real name or a nickname?"
"What if I said my pops was just a real asshole?" He said with a chuckle.
