It was still early. Early enough for her to kick back and get comfy before the big day tomorrow. First day jitters were a part of the deal and happened to everyone – of course, not every job involved sticking your hands into the nether regions of strangers during trying times. They won’t be strangers for long at that rate, she thought, breaking into full-on laughter while inadvertently tooting the horn as she smacked the steering wheel. She slid down in the seat in case someone looked out to see what all the ruckus was about. That’s why the good Lord made soap and water Dar, she thought. “Indeed,” she agreed a moment later. And that got her all the way home, thinking of how much fun she’d had at her last job on the days when Robbie had really pissed her off. Those were the days that she had the best defense in the world.
She’d slip behind him as he sat reading the paper on the couch, placing her hands on each side of his face to gently stroke his cheeks. Of course, he thought she was making up and would surrender completely to her advances, at which point she’d slide her fingers beneath his nose and across his lips, whispering in graphic detail exactly where those fingers had been a short time before. Robbie would fly from the couch and race to the sink, screaming obscenities before dousing his face in dish soap and scrubbing the skin pink while she laughed. Her hands were as clean as they ever were, but he fell for it every time which made it that much funnier.
It was still early. Early enough for her to kick back and get comfy before the big day tomorrow. First day jitters were a part of the deal and happened to everyone – of course, not every job involved sticking your hands into the nether regions of strangers during trying times. They won’t be strangers for long at that rate, she thought, breaking into full-on laughter while inadvertently tooting the horn as she smacked the steering wheel. She slid down in the seat in case someone looked out to see what all the ruckus was about. That’s why the good Lord made soap and water Dar, she thought. “Indeed,” she agreed a moment later. And that got her all the way home, thinking of how much fun she’d had at her last job on the days when Robbie had really pissed her off. Those were the days that she had the best defense in the world.
She’d slip behind him as he sat reading the paper on the couch, placing her hands on each side of his face to gently stroke his cheeks. Of course, he thought she was making up and would surrender completely to her advances, at which point she’d slide her fingers beneath his nose and across his lips, whispering in graphic detail exactly where those fingers had been a short time before. Robbie would fly from the couch and race to the sink, screaming obscenities before dousing his face in dish soap and scrubbing the skin pink while she laughed. Her hands were as clean as they ever were, but he fell for it every time which made it that much funnier.