Susan looked at her watch and then let out a growl of frustration. She walked back down her hallway and started pressing buttons on the thermostat hoping the air conditioning would magically start working. The repairman said he would be by sometime before two, and Susan was hedging her bet, hoping it would be closer to noon. She needed to get back to work.
Realizing that pressing on the thermostat was useless, Susan stormed back to her front door to keep a watch for the repair man. Her four inch heels clicked loudly on her hardwood floor, over loud in the quiet house. The sound of her heels wasn't enough to mask out the noise of her sheer pantyhose as they softly zip zopped across her thighs.
Standing at her front door, Susan began to feel the heat build in her house. Worried about perspiration, she walked down to her bathroom and looked herself over to freshen up. Her blonde hair was short and just brushed her shoulders. A brown band held it back from her face. Her dark green blouse didn't show any signs of moisture and she made sure it was tucked neatly into her black pencil skirt.
Lifting her foot, Susan slipped off her shoe and wiggled her toes. The black patent leather heels where new and not fully broken in yet. The bathroom light made her jet black pantyhose sparkle on her legs. Slipping her shoe back on she again walked to her front door.
As she got there Susan saw a white work van pull up in front of her house. Susan raised an eyebrow as she watched two large black men get out of the van. They didn't wear the normal uniform of the repairmen. One wore only a pair of denim overalls with no shirt underneath. His large arms had tattoos all over. The men opened a side door and started pulling tools out.
[i]Well, another complaint to lodge.[/i] Thought Susan. [i]They could at least wear a proper uniform.[/i] She opened her front door and called out to them. "Please hurry, I don't have a lot of time. The two men looked up quickly then looked at each other. "Well, come on!" Susan turned and went back inside leaving her front door open.
"What do we do, Joe?" Asked Tom, the man who only wore overalls.
"We play it cool, man." Said Joe and hefted a bag over his shoulder. The bag was empty, intended to be full of loot once they broke into the house.
"She ain't supposed to be here." Said Tom, a worried look on his face.
"No, but she left the door wide open. So let's walk in."
As the two men made their way up to the door, Susan walked back down to the thermostat and waited. hands on her hips. She heard them step into the house and wait in the doorway.
"Come in, I'm down the hall." Susan called out.
"Shut the door. Lock it." Joe ordered. Tom obeyed and susan heard her door close. When the men didn't come down the hall right away she walked down the hallway to see what was taking so long. When she came around the corner, both men were standing in her foyer, empty rucksacks laying on the floor. Susan realized that the only "tool" they had with them was a large crowbar.
"My God," Susan said letting her frustration and her annoyance out in her voice. "Are you just going to bash my thermostat until it works again?" She took a few steps toward them to see if she had missed a bag of tools lying on the floor. She was standing between them when she suddenly realized how stupid she had been.
