Too late

Before you can make a decision you here a knock at the door. "Oh well, guess I'll have to go without." Your uncovered crotch tingles as you head downstairs to answer the door thinking about what you could potentially get up to.

Your dismantling of the shower must have taken longer than you thought. There was just less than half an hour before you started, and yet Mr. Cleft was here already. You open the door and great Mr. Cleft with your sweetest smile.

"Hello, Mr. Cleft."

"Hi, Joy." he replies with a friendly smile of his own. Immediately his eyes begin to wander up and down your young body. "Sara mentioned that you were having problems with your shower and I should come have a look." You don't answer straight away and give the older man a chance to eye you up for a moment.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Cleft." you say after a while. "Thanks for coming so quick to sort me out. Why don't you come in?" Mr. Cleft enters your house and you close the door behind noticing Mr. Wood watching from across the street before you do.

"So, is it upstairs?" he asks.

"Yup. That's where I've been having my problem." You reply, noticing Mr. Cleft still looking attentively at your body. "I hope you can fix it for me. I wouldn't want to have to walk around the street in just a little towel every time I wanted a shower. Or even worse, imagine what would happen if you went into your bathroom in the morning and I was just getting out. Wouldn't that be a shock?"

"Yes. I can just imagine what that would be like." he answered. You can see that the image of you wet fresh from the shower is firmly imprinted on his mind. With that accomplished you lead your neighbour upstairs to the bathroom.