I'll supply the dialogue, you supply the imagination.
Why did she drink so much?
"You have a lay in, I'll make my own breakfast, you deserve a lay in, that was some night last night, you're a hot ass bitch when you've had a drink. I see I will have to go away on a business trip more often."
"Are you sure, I don't mind getting up, I have got a bit of a head, you know what happens to me after two glasses of wine."
"You mean you get turned on, two glasses and your any bodies, sorry darling only joking yes I'm sure I can make my own breakfast, I'll pop back up later, won't be long."
Danny went down stairs and made toast, orange juice and coffee before going back upstairs to kiss Debbie goodbye.
"O K sexy, taxis here, I'm off, I'll ring or leave a message as to when to expect me back, sooner if the deal goes without a hitch, later if it don't, come on give me a big kiss."
"I'll miss you, not even shopping with your credit card can make up for not having you here."
"Come on or I'll miss the dam train, then you will have me but no money in the credit card."
They kissed passionately and he left, she got up and watched through the window as the taxi drove off, she headed for the shower.
A good shower, her hair done up in her favourite pony tail, her silky short house coat on then sitting having coffee with the morning paper, she felt a bit better.
Debbie started to plan her day. A quick clean round, something to eat, change in to a nice smart number and the tube in to town for a look around the sales, Dan had told her to get something nice and some new sexy lingerie, she had thought of getting something really raunchy after all she was a very curvy woman and only 22 so why shouldn't she give the man in her life a bit of an incentive, he didn't know but she had already sent for an Ann Summers catalogue.
Her mind was on all these things when there was a knock on the back door.
"Who is it?"
"Hendersons loft conversions."
"But I thought, no this is the 12th, you're not due for a couple of weeks."
"We had a cancellation, brought it forward a week or two, we thought you'd be happy, can we come in?"
"But, error, I don't know, my husbands away, he was supposed to be seeing the job done."
"We know what to do, now are we doing our job or what and it's bloody cold out here."
"Sorry, error, yes, yes of course."
She slipped the chain and opened the door, three workmen tumbled in.
"Fucking hell, whoops sorry lady, but it is bloody cold out there."
"Ya, dick-head where's you manners, Gary, say sorry to the lady."
Debbie looked at the three scruffy workmen, two were in their late thirties and the one in charge was closer to fifty.
"Right sweetheart, if we can clear the table I'll show you the plans while the lads sort out the van, then we will have a cuppa before we crack into it, or have you got anything stronger than tea? My mouth's like a camels jock-strap."
"Eeeerrrr, I think there's some cans of beer left over from last night, it's in the fridge."
"O K you two go get the van sorted, now lady, this is the plans, oh sorry my names Charlie, I'm the foreman."
"Come on Gary lets get out to the van."
"Stop shoven, it's cold out here."
The two men walked back down the path.
"I know but I wanted to get out here, fucking hell ain't she a looker, did you see that tit filled bra when she lent over to see the plans, I thought Charlie's eyes were going to jump down and attack them."
"Ya I'd noticed her nips a while back and that was after I'd stopped looking at them legs, your right she's fucking gorgeous, I wonder if she puts it about."
"Wouldn't hurt to try it on, if she does, well her old mans away, we could fuck her all day, if not we could put it down to innocent workman funning, no harm in that, it would be worth a try just to cop a feel."
"A Trev what about Charlie, do you think he's up for it?"
"Gary don't be a dick-head of course he'd be up for it you know what a randy old bastard he is, I know he would like to see his cock stuck in her mouth, I know, that's all I saw when she was talking to me was my cock in between those lovely young lips."
"Lets take some tools and talk to Charlie, you know ask him up stairs, then we could have a look round and clue him up to the idea."
"Grab a hammer and a screw driver and follow me."
30 seconds later they were back in the kitchen.
"We are back, Charlie I'm sure the lady has some-thing else to do than be made to study plans, can we have a word at site?"
"Yes sure, sorry to have kept you sweetheart do you have some-thing else to do or are you a lady of leisure?"
"I should be doing some cleaning, thank you."
"O K if we go upstairs we will be back for one of those beers in a moment."
The three men went upstairs, stood under the loft hatch and whispered.
"What the fuck did you two do that for I was having a great eyeful of her tit's."
"Quiet Charlie that's what we wanted you up here for, she's a doll ain't she, must be a model or something, looks like that Catherine Zeta Jones."
"No, I would say more like Liz Hurley, she's got the legs for it."
"More like a porn queen she's got the tit's for that."
"Don't think so Trev, mate, anyway we thought we'd try it on, you know see if she'd be up for it, could you imagine fucking that all day, her old mans away, I could do some overtime on her tit's."
"Trevor's right, if she don't we can put it down to a bit of workman's funnin, but with a body like that it's got to be worth a try, what do you think, you in?"
"You bet I'm in, lets go down and have that drink, follow my lead."
They moved back down the stairs.
"Were is she?"
"In the sitting room fucking around with a duster, ouch she just bent over, what a fabulous ass."
"Has she changed?"
"No she's still in that silky thing."
"Right let's go. Hello sweetheart, shall we help our-selves to the beers then we can get started?"
"EErrrrr yes, go ahead."
They took out a six-pack and noticed half a bottle of wine, Charlie gave out the cans and poured a big glass of wine."
"You going to join us? A sort of drink to a great job done by experts."
"No, no not really, I had enough last night."