Almost a week had passed since the day I visited Mr Thompson and somehow found myself feeling obliged to give him hand relief. I felt extremely uneasy about what had occurred and was lucky my husband hadn't noticed anything odd in the way I was behaving. I couldn't risk anything like that happening again and had decided to try a change of job. Consequently, I was on my way back from a job interview when my phone rang.
"Hi Jan!" It was my friend from Social Services. "I know you're not working today but could you do me a favour?"
"Yeah, probably," I replied. "What is it?"
"I need someone to call in on Mr Thompson. It's pretty urgent and I know you've got a key, so is that possible?"
I felt a pang of nerves mixed with guilt. Mr Thompson was stuck in bed still and I wasn't due there again for a few days. What to do?
"Okay, I'll pop in," I said, knowing that I'd feel bad if I didn't. Within a few minutes, I parking outside his house. I opened the front door and went in.
"Hello?" Mr Thompson called from upstairs. "Who's that?"
"It's me, Jan, Mr Thompson," I called back, trying to sound normal. "What's the problem?" I asked, as I climbed the stairs and entered his room.
"Hello, Jan. The bulb's gone in the main light." He pointed to the central light hanging down from the ceiling fixture, which was wired so it could be switched on and off from his bedside lamp.
"All right, I'll change it. Where are the spares?"
"In the top drawer there," he indicated the chest on the sidewall. I found them easily enough and took out a 60 watt. The steps I'd used to work on his wall the previous week were still in the corner of the room. I shuddered slightly as I moved them to just below the light fitting, remembering how my escapades on them had partly caused Mr Thompson's arousal and my ensuing administering of a hand job and blowjob to him.
It wasn't until I started to take off my coat that I became conscious of what I was wearing. As I'd just had a job interview, I was dressed very smartly. More to the point, I was wearing a skirt which finished well above the knee and 3 inch heels. I paused for a moment. Mr Thompson was acting like he always had before that day and was probably as embarrassed as I was about what had happened.
As matter of factly as I could, I slipped my coat off and laid it over the back of the chair. I then took off my shoes and proceeded to climb up the steps in my bare feet. The bulb was proving a bit stubborn to unscrew and I shifted my position on the steps. As I did so, I glanced in the window and saw my reflection. My pose of one foot on one step and the other on the one below had revealed a fair amount of thigh and added to that my leg muscles were flexed enticingly. I hoped it wasn't giving Mr Thompson any ideas.
At last, the bulb came free and I carefully climbed down the steps, then went back up with the new one. While I was up there putting it in, the phone rang. I looked down to see Mr Thompson answer it.
"Yes, well if that's what's happened, we'll have to do that. Yes, okay then. Goodbye." He didn't look too overjoyed at whatever his news was. Seeing my quizzical expression, he said, "That was the District Nurse's office. They've had to reschedule my bed bath. She'll be here soon."
Relieved that I'd be able to get on my way soon without anything else happening, I offered to make Mr Thompson a cup of tea, which he accepted. We sat there and chatted until we heard the front door open. Shortly, a rather fierce looking woman entered the room. She looked me up and down as I sat in the chair by the bed and gave me a disapproving look before addressing Mr Thompson.
"Hello, Mr Thompson. I'm here to give you your bed bath. We may as well get down to it. You've had this done before by my colleague, so where did she leave the equipment?"
Mr Thompson looked blank for a moment and then said, "I think she must have taken it with her. She doesn't normally leave it here to my knowledge."
The nurse looked angry. "Well, that means I'll have to go and get it. I'll be running even further behind now that I was. I shall return within the hour."
She looked at me. "A word," she ordered and indicated that I should follow her out of the room.
Once in the next room, the nurse spoke to me in harsh tones. "I recognise you. You work for Social Services, is that right?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"You must be aware of Mr Thompson's condition. He shouldn't be made to endure any unnecessary stress."
