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Plumber's Helper
by Mat Twassel


It wasn't me who plugged up the toilet. That would 
be Dad. But Dad had to go to work and Mom had to 
take Charlene for her swimming lesson, and that 
left me home to wait for the plumber. I dreaded it, 
mostly because it was going to be so embarrassing. 
I had half a mind to run away.

But I didn't run away. I'm too timid to do 
something like that. Maybe if I were older, or had 
a car of my own... but then I wouldn't be in this 
fix. So I waited. Supposedly the plumber would 
arrive in forty-five minutes.  It had already been 
forty.  I thought about wearing an old Halloween 
costume, the clown outfit with the mask, but that 
would have fit me when I was in sixth grade, and I 
was a high school senior now, or would be when the 
fall term started. 

I thought, maybe I could just leave the door 
unlocked, and a note saying do what you have to do, 
and I could hide out in my bedroom. Yeah, that 
might work. Or it might be totally irresponsible. I 
was thinking over this option when there was a 
hearty knock at the back door.  Nothing to be done 
about it now. 

The plumber was a brawny sort of guy with Popeye 
forearms and thinning red hair and a reddish face. 
"So what's up, Doc?" he said. There was sort of a 
twang to his voice, and I wasn't sure if he was 
doing some sort of imitation or if that was his 
natural way of talking.

"The, uh, toilet is stuck."

"Lead the way, Captain."

I opened the bathroom door. Having it closed hadn't 
helped anything, even with the fan going. A can of 
air freshener hadn't really helped, either.

The plumber eyed me, smiled, and flipped up the 
lid.

"Oh my-oooooooh my," he said, drawing out the words 
and finishing with a shrill whistle.  "Okay, Boss 
Man, I'll go get my tools. Be right back."

I figured the worst was over. It wasn't.

"Pardner," the plumber said when he returned. "Want 
you to meet my assistant. My apprentice as it were. 
Some jobs are too big for just one mere moral man."

Maybe he meant mortal. I don't know. The assistant, 
in any case, wasn't a mere mortal man. His 
assistant was a girl. A beautiful girl with curly 
red hair and a faint splash of freckles and a smile 
that made me melt. She was in my class at school. 
I'd had a complete crush on Mickey from the first 
time I'd seen her, but I'd always been way too shy 
to say a word. She was wearing flip-flops and a 
short terry cloth robe, open enough so I could see 
where the freckles on her chest ended and the soft 
creaminess of her breasts began, and short enough 
that I could see the tender space where slender 
thighs kissed the creased nadir of her swimsuit 
bottoms. I didn't know where to look.

"Honey, you gotta see this," the plumber told her. 
"Better hold your nose, though. And shut your eyes 
while you're at it."

Mickey smiled at me.  "Hey, Josh," she said.

"You kids know each other?" the plumber said. "How 
do you like them apples?"

"Yeah, Dad. From school."

"Oh. That's fine then. Why don't you hang ten out 
here while I do my magic? Unless you have your 
heart set on ..."

"No, that's okay, Dad. I'll talk to Josh."

"Good plan," the plumber said. "Excellent plan." 
And he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

"My dad can be a little embarrassing at times," 
Mickey said, smiling at me.

"Mine, too," I said, nodding toward the bathroom. 
"Would you like a Coke or something?"

"Sure," she said. "No restrictions against drinking 
on the job."

We laughed.

In the kitchen I got her a can of Coke and one for 
me. We opened them and clinked the cans. We drank, 
and looked at each other, and smiled, and drank 
again. Her eyes were so alive. I never wanted to 
look away. But at last I felt I had to say 
something.

"So you're planning on being a plumber? Not that 
there's anything wrong with that. I mean..."

"I know what you mean," she said. "My dad's a good 
guy, even if he's a little over-the-top at times. 
He was just giving me a lift to the beach when the 
call came in. I wish I had my own car."

"Me, too," I said. 

"If you had one, would you give me a lift to the 
beach?"

"I would," I declared. "I'd take you wherever you 
wanted to go."

Somehow we were standing inches apart. Our lips 
were inches apart. Closer.

"Okay, you two Boodle-Bugs, all clear!" Mickey's 
dad announced, striding into the kitchen. 

"Great," I said, blushing furiously.

"You want to give her a try?" Mickey's dad asked.

"Yeah, uh, no," I blurted. "I'm fine. I trust you. 
I'm sure..."

"Super, Chief," said the plumber. "Super Duper with 
a double helping of cherries on--"

"Dad?" interrupted Mickey. "Do you think we could 
give Josh a lift to the beach, too?"

"Sure thing, honey. And you got your cell phone, so 
if the ocean springs a leak or anything, just give 
me a call."

At the shore, holding hands, we walked until we 
were a long way from anybody and then we waded out. 
Wave after wave crashed over our kisses. It was the 
best day ever.

At dinner Dad said, "Josh, I hear you got that 
little mess straightened out this morning."

"Not while we eat," Mom said.

"Right," said Dad. "So how was your day?"

"The usual," Mom said.

"In swimming class, I learned the jelly fish 
float," Charlene said.

"And what about you, Josh? Did you spend the day 
reading the dictionary again?"

I was tempted to say something about plumbing 
lessons, but instead I said, "Can I borrow the 
car?"

"Why sure, Sport."

It was going to be the best night ever.


END

More of my erotic fiction can be found at:
 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/

A number of my erotic illustrations my be found at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/27472542@N08/

(Note that most illustrations are "restricted" so
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