Ray, The Handyman
Ray, aged 52, handyman
Lynne, aged 33
Gus, Lynne's husband, age 38
"We need that drain fixed, it is leaking water."
"Phone somebody."
Lynne didn't know why she had bothered asking her husband. He always said the same thing, always told her to phone somebody. OK she would.
She looked through the local internet pages.
"Handyman, odd jobs done."
She phoned him.
"Hello, my name is Ray, what can I do for you."
Those few words had woken something in Lynne. A stirring, his voice did that.
"I need..."
She hesitated.
She almost burst out and sad a good fuck. She stopped herself. Instead she pretended to have a coughing fit.
"We have got a broken drain."
He promised to come and look this afternoon.
Lynne went upstairs and looked in her wardrobe.
She tried on several outfits.
Didn't want to look "Tarty"
Didn't want to look like a nun.
Somewhere in between.
She settled on a slightly shorter skirt that she knew highlighted her bottom.
She chose a top that accentuated her breasts.
She tried on high heels but realised that looked wrong, she chose slippers, homely and they showed her toes and heels.
She wondered if he would notice.
"Hello, I am Ray."
His voice was low, deep and it sent shivers through. Well she didn't want to tell herself where but her body knew.
"What's your surname for the invoice?"
She told him and he stopped.
"Is there a problem?"
"Any relation to...?"
His whole demeanor had changed.
