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The Plumbher

I'm back after a while of not writing. The next few stories I'm going to post all could have potential second parts. If you like the first part and want to see a second one, leave a comment below and any suggestions you want included. Please take note. I am no expert writer and my stories will no doubt have bad grammar and spelling mistakes. To be honest I don't want people pointing them out. I want to write these stories because I enjoy writing them and want to share them with other people. I you like the story for the story then please leave a comment. If you are going to leave a spam message or identify mistakes don't bother. *All my pieces of work are purely fictional! All names, places and ideas are of my own creation and not copied* The Plumbher I arrived outside this big, beautiful, white detached house. I squinted my eyes to check the house number, "45" I said aloud to myself "perfect." I put the handbrake on in my van and switched the engine off. My appointment was for 9:00 with a Mrs Abbott, poor drainage reported. I looked at my watch, 8:55. Still had five minutes to relax and enjoy the bitter sweet taste of my morning coffee. I savoured each sip, it was Monday and needed a lot of energy to get through this week. As I sat drinking my coffee I admired the house I was about to work in. It had two floors, two large bay windows on the ground floor and three windows on the upper level. There was a nice garden in the front which was split in half by a red brick path, ...

... with a nice line of flowers along the front of the house. The whole street was very much the same. All the houses where more or less the same but with different gardens, some had driveways others had floral displays. Between the pavement and road there was a long line of beautiful sycamore trees. I checked back at my watch 9:01, "right better get moving" I said to myself as I downed the last of my coffee. I jumped out of the van, grabbed my tool box from the back and headed up the path towards the house. I knocked three times on the big white door. A few moments later the door opened and I was struck dumb. In the doorway stood this drop dead gorgeous brunette. She was maybe only about 5ft5 but wore a large dressing gown so her body was hidden for me. Her face had a natural beauty about it, she didn't have any make up on and she didn't need any. She had a slim looking face with green emerald eyes resting above high cheek bones. Her hair tied up above her head. “Hello, can I help you" her sweet concerned voice broke my trance. "Eh yes, sorry. Good morning Mrs Abbot, I'm Scott Waters from 'The Free Water Ways'. You phoned about poor drainage?" I spoke to her, trying not to come across as a creep since I just spent a few seconds admiring her beauty. "Oh yes, good you're here" she smiled opening up her door wider. "Please come in" she offered as she took a step back and invited me in. I stepped into her house and there was a very sweet smell. I have been in a fair few houses and this ...