“Motherfucker!” I could tell by the hard clank and final thud, the washing machine had gasped its last breath. “Goddamnit!” I had three loads of laundry to get done today, that will not happen. I called the higher priced appliance repairman to come out so they could get here and get the shit fixed.
You seemed nice when you showed up at my home. I am always nervous because there are creeps everywhere looking to take advantage of a single mom, who doubles as an adult content creator. I am not saying I am anything special, but guys pay me lots of money to get access to my face and body. You had your tool bag as I showed you the laundry room.
“It seems to have a faulty control module, Miss Sullivan. I have the parts in my truck. I can have your washer up and running in about an hour.” You say, after taking off the back panel and diagnosing it.
“Oh wow! That is great news! Yes, let’s get it taken care of. I will be in the kitchen if you need anything.” I was so excited.
I heard you come in from the garage assuming you had the part and the clock would start ticking. A thought crossed my mind that maybe you would like some fresh brew tea, or coffee. It was obvious you were working so hard.
I said something, but as I turned into the laundry room, I saw you on the other side going through my dirty clothes hamper. “What the fuck!”
“Oh My God, Miss Sullivan! I am so sorry! I can explain!” You turn towards me with a pair of my favorite purple lace panties in your hand.
“How the fuck are you going to explain anything when the washer is way over there? I am calling your boss!” I am infuriated with you at that moment.
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