It started as a typical day I got my list of repairs and set out to fix the customer's phone service one by one. The first stop was a Mrs. Mayer and her problem sounded as if she had a broken wire somewhere, the system worked but it had a lot of interference on the line. Before I went to her house, I started on the pole just to make sure it was at her house and not the connecting line. I plugged into her line only to find she was using the phone. I am not some lurker, invading people's privacy by listening to their phone calls but I wanted to hear the interference she had in order to understand her problem. I didn't need to hear much just some talking but the first thing I heard left me with a need to hear more.
"Irene Mayer, what you need is to go get laid, just because your husband left does not need to mean that it's the end of your sex life." "Georgia, I'm forty-eight years old, who'd want to sleep with an old lady."
"Age is just a number; I wished I looked as good as you. You need to find somebody, have some sex, and start living again."
"Damn, there goes my phone again, that noise is driving me crazy, listen I'll have to call you back. I have the repairman coming sometime today and I hope he can do something with this phone."
"Hey put on something sexy maybe he can repair your sex life while he's at it."
"Sure, very funny Georgia, I'll call you later, bye."
I was so turned on I feared my hard-on would make it too difficult to climb back down the pole. An affair I had been having with my neighbor had just ended when after three months her husband decided to come back to her. She was the best sex I'd ever had and I'd been wracking my brain trying to find another middle-aged woman to sleep with.
I climbed down the pole, went across the street, and knocked on her door. She opened it with a surprised look on her face; I guess she didn't think I'd be there that early. She had on a robe, untied and she held it closed with her hand.
