The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... reasonable prospect of actually satisfying the demand that the team of men had, the conversation would have been very, very different.

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At last, two o’clock came and Gary’s van, full of enthusiastic workmen arrived at the Grange to complete the tiling job around the pool.

Their excitement was dashed by the appearance of Mrs. Barton as they pulled into the gardener’s drive at the rear of the house. She was dressed as Gary had never seen her dressed before, in tweed skirt and Barbour jacket, with her hair in a bun and with wing glasses. It was frumpiness, defined.

’Oh, you are here good, good. I’m anxious that you all start as soon as you can. Mr. Fowler has done his best, but I do need this work finished for tomorrow. Who is in charge here?’

‘Aye, that’ll be me.’ Paul replied.

‘Yes, Mr?’

‘Atkinson.’

‘Mr. Atkinson, please, tell your men that no one except Mr. Fowler is to come near the house, understand.’

‘Aye, I think they are all listenin’.’ He replied.

Samantha glowered at his perceived cheek and Paul bashfully looked downward.

‘See that they do. There have been a spate of robberies in the area and I do not wish my house to be among them.’

‘Aye, Mrs. Barton.’ Paul replied.

‘So, if you need refreshments, please send Mr Fowler to the back door.’

‘Aye Mrs. Barton.’ He repeated.

The team was very disappointed by this development. ‘Bloody hell,' said Wayne, ‘why ‘ave yer been leadin’ us oop ‘garden path Gazza.’

Gary was ...

... astonished. ‘Aye lads, I’ve been trying to tell yet not to get too excited.’

‘Well, I reckon that means we’re not gonna get our go.’ squeaked Jake.

‘Aye, lad,' laughed Paul. ‘we have got a job on though.’ He walked over to the pool followed by the team, removed the covers, and looked at the work done by Gary. Without using his level or square, he could see that it was excellent, the run off was perfectly graded, the grout was mixed well and had set finely, the tiles were perfectly cut, bevelled and aligned. The firm would be in good hands with this relative newcomer. ‘What a bloody cowboy job!’ he exclaimed. ‘Well, we ain’t got time to fix it. Let’s get this show on’t go eh?.’

This was the way of things. Praise did have a place in this society, but not in the automatic recognition of work well done.

‘Jake, get cleanin’ them tiles and start mixin. Wayno, here’s yet mark, Gazza, here’s yours. Right come on lads. Chop, chop!’. Freed from the duty of carrying, preparing and mixing, Gary, Paul and Wayne could work much more quickly and they achieved good progress. By six o’clock, it was complete and Gary was knocking in the back door of the Grange. The majority of the team watched Gary as Jake covered the new work. The back door was answered by Samantha in the nude.

‘Mr. Fowler, you have finished’. I must say that is such a relief.’

Gary was immediately flustered, Aye, he replied trying to shield his eyes, I’ll ‘ave to come round tomorrow to make sure it’s all set ...