Krystal comes round

Krystal turns up at 3:05.

She’s quite a sight, in figure hugging jeans that struggle to contain her large ass and a loose, V-neck blue jumper that shows off her cleavage. She engulfs you in a hug.

“So this is where you live?” Krystal states, looking down the hall. “It’s big.”

“Yes. It’s my parents’ house. Well, was my parents’ house. I grew up here.”

She offers her condolences at your mothers’ ****, while you boil the kettle and brew a pot of tea. Then you give her a tour. “So I can assess how many boosters you’ll need.” Although you’re certain its more due to curiosity. A thought enhanced by her behaviour as you guide her through the rooms. When it comes to the master bedroom she’s transfixed by the bed.

“That is an impressive bed. You could hold a significant orgy on that bed.”

The thought makes you shudder. “That’s my parents’ bed.”

“And they didn’t hold orgies on it? Why else would you have a bed that big?”

Come to think of it, why did they have a bed that big? You have no idea. It’s just always been that way. As a teenager you had assumed your parents didn’t like sleeping in the same bed but felt they had to, so had found the biggest bed they could to keep themselves as far apart as possible. You’re still wedded to that idea.

“Well, I can see why you’re having problems with the WIFI. This is more than the bachelor pad I imagined.”

She has a device to measure the WIFI signal, which she has been using while you’ve given her the tour. She even takes it down the garden. She’s used a tablet to draw a crude diagram of the house, which she then annotates with the WIFI reception.

Then it’s back to the living room, where she sips her tea and examines what she’s done, until she has a plan. You accept it. The main router in the hallway. Upstairs, an enhancer in the master bedroom and another at the entrance to the two front bedrooms. A third by the back door and a fourth in the conservatory. Sounds like overkill to you, but you don’t know any better.

You test her setup using your laptop. Taking it from the office, around the house while watching a history YouTube video. It never stutters once.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?”

“No, don’t think about that. Think of it as part of the St Perpetua’s welcome pack,” Krystal insists. Although the look in her hazel eyes suggests she wants something more.