It was a big house. Expensive, no doubt, but rather old. Still, someone had been keeping up with their maintenance and it looked as though it was in pretty good nick. That maintenance was where Evan came in. He was an electrician. The owner had called his work wanting all his wiring checked out. He, the owner, was pretty sure he had a short circuit somewhere and he wanted it fixed. Evan had told him, free of charge, to test the electric kettle before he came out as that was one of the main causes of shorts. He said he had and it was the wiring.
The symptoms, as described to Evan, were quite simple. They'd be sitting down watching TV and suddenly they'd have no power. The main safety switch had a tendency to trip. They'd flick it on and a few hours later the same thing would happen. It was irregular and a pain in the ass.
Looking at the house Evan had a suspicion as to what the problem was before he even took a look. A big old place like that had old wiring. They also had rats and mice hidden away. The little beasties had probably chewed through some wiring somewhere. It could be a real bastard finding the problem.
He rang the bell and the gentleman of the house answered. Gentleman is the acceptably polite term and Evan was always polite to customers. You don't get repeat calls when you refer to the client as an asshole, even if it was a more accurate description. Right from the word go the owner wanted to know why Evan was so slow starting. He'd told the firm he wanted someone to start first thing in the morning. Since Evan had got up early to be at his place by six AM this sort of complaint peeved him off just a little. Just how early did he expect someone to get there?
He also wanted a report on every room that was checked out, prepared and ready for him when he got back that night. A timesheet was required, specifying what hours were worked in each room and his wife, Cathy, would sign it to approve it. He wasn't getting ripped off by tradesmen who padded their hours.
Evan felt like pointing out that the owner would be paying his time for filling out the reports and he could probably save a few bucks by trusting him but what the hell. If he wanted to pay for useless paperwork then useless paper work would be done. At an electrician's rates that was going to prove costly paperwork but he was the client.
His wife wasn't up yet. Evan could explain to her that she had to sign off on his paperwork when she came down. With that he was off, in a rush to get to his own far more important work, leaving the poor little wage-slave to start slaving.
With him gone Evan buckled down to work. The first thing he did was test the electric kettle. No problems there. It boiled the water quick smart. Being a conscientious employee he made sure the freshly boiled water didn't go to waste, making some coffee and drinking it. Then he started checking the place out, keeping an eye out for signs of rodents. If he knew where the rodents were he had a good chance of finding any gnawed wiring quickly.
He found out what was meant by a short circuit. He was happily working away and then there was no power. He flicked the main circuit breaker and the power came back and away he went again. At least, he now knew there was a real problem, which meant he could probably come up with a real solution.
Evan had been at work for a couple of hours before Cathy put in an appearance. He was immediately impressed by Cathy. She was of medium height and quite slender. Not thin, but slender and fit. She had auburn hair and green eyes, a rather unusual combination. Her figure was very shapely with a firm high bust, one that, in Evan's opinion, wanted to be kissed. She had that creamy skin that redheads so often have and was altogether a most delectable dish. The only thing spoiling the picture was the fact that she looked just a little grumpy. Probably annoyed that she had to get up, Evan decided.
"Good morning," he called to her. "I take it you're Cathy."
There was an immediate horrified scream and Cathy was promptly scrunched up in a ball on the floor, looking at him in amazement.
"Ah, I'm sorry. Didn't your husband tell you I was here? I'm Evan, the electrician, here to sort out the wiring problem. I have a timesheet that you'll need to sign later."
"You, you, how dare you shock me like that. Go away."
"Um, I haven't finished, you know, and your husband was most insistent that I get this problem sorted out."
"Sort it out in the kitchen for a while."
"But I've already done the kitchen. That's why I'm here."
"Are you being deliberately stupid? I want you to go away for a few moments. Can't you see I'm naked?"
Why yes, yes he could. At least he could when she came wandering in and he'd enjoyed every moment of it. She really was quite lovely.
"Ah, well, no. Not while you're squirming around on the floor like that," admitted Evan. "Um, why don't you just stand up like a normal person? Don't worry about me looking at you. I've seen naked women before. Admittedly, not many as marvellous as you, but I have seen them. You don't have to worry about me. I'm a busy man, what with this wiring problem. I just don't have time to make a pass at every naked woman I run across while working."
Cathy glared over at him. She had to admit that he'd made no attempt to get down off the ladder. There again, he had also given no sign that he was going to leave the room so she could go and get dressed. Reluctantly, she rose to her feet. So what if he could see her naked? He already had when she'd walked into the room.
"My husband mentioned that you'd be around today," she admitted, "but I wasn't told that you'd actually arrived. I'd have thought common decency would have you leaving the room when you saw I wasn't properly dressed."
"Um, yes, about that. If I left my work every time a naked woman walked in I'd get a lot less done. I find it easier to ignore them and keep working. Ah, do you know how silly you look with your hands crossed in front of you so modestly? That stance tends to frame your breasts and direct the viewers down to where your hands are."
"See a lot of nudity while you're working, do you?" Cathy asked in a voice that oozed disbelief, at the same time folding her arms, wondering if this meant she was still emphasizing her breasts as well as no longer covering her pussy.
"You get to see a bit," Evan admitted. "Some women just don't care that you're there working. Like I said, I try to ignore them, but I will admit some are harder to ignore than others."
Cathy could see why women might come on to him. He really wasn't bad looking. Did he ever try to seduce those women?
"Do you ever try to, um, that is, do you ever make a pass at them?"
Evan shook his head. "Too dangerous. If they take offence and complain I could lose my job. Not worth the risk." He gave her an engaging smile. "Also, if you're wondering, I have never raped any of them, although a few of them were pushing for it."
"Oh, you're one of those. You think rape is the woman's fault."
"Now don't take me up like that. Rape is the man's fault for losing self-control. I'm just pointing out that some women go out of their way to try to make the man lose his self-control. They want the sex but don't want to be in a position where they can be blamed for having sex. For a woman like that, getting raped is the answer. A dangerous answer, too, if they pick the wrong man."
"Oh. Well if you don't make passes or rape any of them do you ever let any of them make a pass?"
