Your Friendly Neighborhood Handyman
, which was the heading on the fliers I had placed under the wipers of probably 100 cars over the past few weeks. I had been a trained tradesman for my entire adult life, and thus well qualified. I wrote that I was 62 and transitioning into retirement, yet wanting to stay somewhat busy, giving me reason to shower, dress and get out of the house, while earning a few dollars to supplement my pension. I indicated on the flier that while I would do anything for anyone, my primary focus was on helping the handicapped, elderly, single moms, and widows, as they were generally the most in need...making this a "feel good job" that I would find personally rewarding.
I was quite pleasantly surprised that I received several calls for work within a week or so from posting my first flier, as I really wasn't sure what to expect. I was hopeful for a good response, since I really didn't want to stand on a concrete floor, dealing with customers at a Home Depot or Lowes, working nights, weekends and holidays.
My first job was a divorced mother of two. She had a small rancher that had fallen into disrepair. She wasn't able to keep up with it and couldn't afford the various contractors necessary to do the work. I replaced a leaking flush valve on her toilet, and replaced a dimmer switch for her dining room light.
When she asked what she owed me, I said $55. She looked stunned and said the contractor had told her it would be $150, which she couldn't afford. I told her the materials were about $25-$30 in total, and I made about $25 for my labor, it's not like I did it for free. She said "but you didn't rape me financially" like the other guy was trying to do.
She gladly gave me the cash, and I got a hug and a kiss as a tip. There's that feel good part of the job, I think I'm going to like this, I thought.
My second job was a widow. She was maybe 65-70 years old, and her daughter was there visiting (I think she was there as backup in case I was a robber or rapist). She introduced her daughter as Sara. Sara was married, looked to be about 40, and lived just a couple of miles away. She was also quite beautiful with a knockout body and very full, pouty lips.
Anyway, her Mother's rain gutters were clogged with leaves and twigs. I took care of the rain gutters within 35-40 minutes, and then went back inside. Sara asked how much they owed me. And I told her $20...and a hug and a kiss.
Now, Sara was very beautiful and had a very sexy body, and I was hoping the hug and kiss "tip" might become normal routine for my handyman payments. Sara handed me $20, then wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me. It was a soft, supple kiss, no tongue, but lingering sensuously...and it made me semi-hard. It was then that I realized just how sexy and sensual Sara was. Before I left I made sure to get a hug and kiss from Sara's mom too. God, if I was 20 years younger I'd be all over Sara, I thought to myself.
I got a call the next day, it was from Sara. She asked if I only did work for the elderly and widowed, or would I consider doing work for her as well. She said her husband was gone 3 weeks every month for work, and she felt like a widow...if that made any difference.
I laughed and told her I'd be happy to do some work for her. I asked what the problem was, and she told me there's a leak under the sink in the kitchen. Now I knew I'd have to bring my plumbing tool bag loaded with, hopefully, everything I'd need to make the repairs.
I told her I already had a job at noon tomorrow, would 8 or 9 am be OK? She said fine, she'd see me in the morning.
