Humour the lady

"I really don't know...."

Indecisive words spilled forth, unsure if you should really humour her. Two sets of hands plunged down the sides of the elastic waistbands, ready at a moment's notice to do their worst.

"Please mister... You're my first stop and I need to get going..."

Well if she explained it like that...

Like ripping a band-aid off, you thrust those boxers to your ankles and kicked them off in her direction. Your aim rings true. Catching her head. Coincidence? Surely not.

"My job's done here... Goodbye."

Like you haven't just spoiled this woman's day, you shut the door behind you. This gives her the unforgettable picture of your ass.

"Now to figure things out."

Still in the foyer, you can hear the cleaning lady's retreating footfalls. You almost feel bad. Well... almost. It's not exactly like you were a cold hearted person. She just chose the worst timing. Who asked her to show up so early?