oh man, the bathtub was backed up again! just when she was looking forward to the nice relaxing sleep right after her nice relaxing bath, she was faced with this dirty but aromatic water, too stubborn to go down the drain, or too weak to fight for exit with the coarse hairs she had just shaved off. come on man, give me a break, she thought and plopped the plunger over the murky drain, without bothering to put any clothes on. there was nobody to see her, and she did hate the dirty clogged drain which usually left a very nasty ring in her precious bathtub.
of course if Todd was there he’d take care of it for her immediately. he had a knack for unclogging her old drain and rheumy sink, always making her feel tingly inside whenever he reached for the plunger. that strong, wiry body became one with the handler and the grunting escaping his lips could have been a symphony to extasy. extasy symphony, the same one that was now escaping her own lips as she pushed with all her might. of course, that jerk Todd now was gone, together with his sexy grunts and his fetish for pimples. she hated him, hated him, hated him.
the plunger skipped, making her knock her elbow on the dirty bathtub and whimper like a little dog. that’s it! she thought and threw the plunger away. i gotta get the super in here. no matter that he was such a creepy middle aged man who spoke English with no care whatsoever for the ears of the other person. well, he did keep a clean building after all, even if she had spied him one day inhaling the underwear of the very buxom blond in 3C. and even if she knew that he kept a stash of porn in the basement that he played almost nonstop. but she hated a clogged drain.
she could not find the superintendent’s number, so down she went, after throwing on an old pair of Todd’s boxers, (that bastard) a tank top, and a pair of flurry slippers. her hair was still wet from the shower. she knocked at his door on the first floor for a really long time before it was finally opened an inch and one of his sharp blue eyes and piercing nose stuck through.
-vat you vant? -he asked
-my bathtub is clogged. can you please come and fix it? -she asked a bit more irritated than she felt.
-no time now. i fix tomorrow.
-but, but it is stuck. I need a shower- she desperately lied. -come, please. at least, just look at it.
the super murmured something with that strangely full mouth of his and then grunted assent. she went back to her apartment, and checked out the dirty bathtub again, while waiting for the super to get up the stairs.
” i just have not had the time to finish this. so, while I work on the rest, please let me know what you think of the first part and whether you can guess the ending. B”