A handyman

A man was stood in the porch, a toolbox by his feet. He is briefly stunned by the sight that greeted him, but quickly regains his composure.

"Has Christmas come early this year?" he jokes, looking you up and down.

"C-can I h-help you?" You ask politely, unable to look him in the eyes.

"I thought it had all been arranged with Hannah. I'm Frank, the handyman around these parts," he winks, an expression on his face that makes your skin crawl. "Is she here?" he asks, pushing past you.

"N-no," you reply, closing the door quickly behind him.

"Hannah has already told me what needs doing, but I'll let you know if I need anything. What's your name, by the way?"

"Virgi-Sam!" you panic, your face turning red. "My name is Sam!" Your new nickname had been used so often that it had almost slipped out!

"Well Sam, I better get started. I'll try not to get under those beautiful bare feet of yours."

Not sure how to respond, you simply chuckle nervously. You register that a pool of water is forming around your feet as a shiver works its way through your body.

"I'll let you get on..." you tail off, turning around and padding back to the kitchen, feeling his eyes drilling into your retreating arse.

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You slam the kitchen door closed and slap your hands over your mouth to muffle a sob. This couldn't be happening!

Home alone all day with this creepy man, dressed in nothing but a wet towel...and you almost let slip your deepest shame! Hannah wouldn't hire someone who might **** you...would she?

With your chest heaving and heart racing, you push those horrible thoughts out of your mind and your glasses up your nose, and return to Hannah's list.

Hannah had already shown that she wasn't afraid to rob you of your sight. You didn't want to risk finding out what other punishments Hannah was prepared to hand out if you disobeyed her again...