I'm a handyman, residential or commercial I can fix it. This week I am working in an office building in Marion, Indiana. The place is still open for business; I work around their clients and employees. I am rewiring the building for electronic and security upgrades. There are more women working this lawyer's office than men, some nice looking young legal aids running around here.
I am forty years old and not that bad looking, at least that is what I am told. They are flirting with me; I am not that outgoing with people, I like to get my work done and be left alone. But hell, I won't pass a chance at someone that much younger than me. I travel around taking work and affection where I can. I have a list of references a mile long. Right now, I am subcontracted with a security company to wire several buildings inside the city limits. I had to hire a couple of local men to help. We were three weeks into this building; six floors over two hundred offices. I worked late most nights, because I had nothing else to do. I don't drink or party anymore, not since the last time cost me a major job. Missing three days of work on a million dollar contract hurt, that set my business back a couple of years. This new contract would bring me back onto my schedule.
It was Friday afternoon, after working five twelve hour days here on the jobsite then one or two hours every night on paperwork. I was ready for the weekend, tonight was a dinner then maybe a movie alone as usual. One of the secretaries had been making special trips to see if I needed anything, like coffee, water. She was going out of her way to attend my needs, that afternoon I decided to see just what she would do. It wasn't the first time a woman had shown interest while I was working in her office.
"Jack, would you like a cup of coffee?" She asks.
"Alyna, I would love a cup. You know, black, no sugar or cream." I said.
"I'll be right back." Alyna said.
Alyna born in the Ukraine, her folks immigrated here when she was a child. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautifully tall, with the heels she wore. She was about six foot four inches, and maybe one hundred, twenty pounds. She had my attention. When she returned, I said, "Thank you, Alyna." I paused, "Say, what are you doing tonight? I was thinking of quitting a little early and going out for supper. Would you like to join me for dinner and a movie of your choice?"
"I.... Yes, I would. I need to run home first, I have pets to care for." She said.
"That's fine. I need to go home and clean up first." I said.
"Where do you live?" She asks.
"I'm in a campground outside town." I said.
"Do you have clothes with you?" She asks.
"Yes, I always carry extra clothing with me." I said.
"I usually take a bus to work and back home. If you want, you can take me home and use my shower and bathroom to clean up." She said.
I smiled, "That would save me sometime, sure I can do that."
"Fine, I get off at five, meet me at my desk; you can take me home tonight." She said.
I had a hard time focusing on my work the rest of the day. Five o'clock just didn't want to arrive, but at four-thirty I ordered a cleanup and put the tools away. At five till five I was standing a ways from her desk waiting. I had two bottles of cold water, one for her and one for me. The clock struck five; she stood and walked towards me. I held my arm out for her, she took it and we walked to the elevator. She held my arm all the way down-and-out to the truck. I opened her door and helped her in and attached her seat belt for her. I climbed in the truck; Alyna guided me to her house.
The place was across town, a new large modern house. "How did she afford this on her pay?" I wondered.
"You can park in the driveway." She said and waited till I opened her door for her. I followed her into the house. Two cats meet us at the door, I was carrying my duffel back, it was my emergency kit. I often run into problems where afterwards I needed to clean up. I had two sets of clothes, one for work, one for dress. There was a shave kit, soap and shampoo plus socks and underwear and a pair of dress boots.
She led me through the house, "You can use the guest bath," She said, "its right there." She guided me into the bedroom and pointed at a door. "There" She said.
"What about your husband?" I ask.
"What are you asking that for, you know I am not married or you wouldn't be here." She said, "Besides he run off two years ago with a young redhead."
"Sorry to hear that." I said.
"So was I, she was my favorite niece, my youngest brother's daughter. The little bitch." She said.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Get ready; while you are in here I will change into something more fitting." She said. She left the room, I went into the bathroom. I shaved then showered. I dried off and dressed. Out in the bedroom, I sat on the bed and put my socks and boots on. I stuff my things back in the bag. I dropped it by the bedroom door. I walked out into the livingroom. Alyna was standing there in a black pleaded cotton skirt the come to just above her knees, a white thin cotton blouse with a black vest over it. The blouse was open down to where the vest closed over her breast showing a lot of cleavage. Her thick full blonde hair was draped down over her shoulder about six inches below her breast. She wore heels that had to be seven inches high. I stood there staring at the beauty before me.
"Put your eyes and tongue back into your head, I know I am a sight, but please." She said.
