"Uhhhh ... fine. Just some fibrous stuff ... jammed in the blades. I can fix it OK." he stammered. He had turned crimson as he desperately sought a wa... not to look at her breasts. He looked down at the table, but his hands were no longer moving. He was locked in place, uncertain what to think or say or do."Your taps are leaking," he finally managed. "I'll put in some new washers while I'm here. It'll save me having to come back." I wouldn't mind if you came back, Bill." She said it with a hint. ‘Morning Mrs Smith,’ he grinned with a Southern drawl. ‘How are you this morning?’ ‘Morning Oliver,’ she smiled back at him, her eyes twinkling. ‘I’m all the better for seeing you this morning. Shall we get started?’ ‘Early bird catches the worm,’ he laughed. ‘You know what to do, Mrs Smith.’ She did indeed. She walked over to the table and untied the towel before climbing on and resting face down on it, her arms crossed under her cheek. Perhaps today she would be lucky, she thought as she. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her rules. I, it would seem did that frequently. It was March before my journey plan took me back to the West Country. I had tried to curb my impatience as I came to realise that it was not just the welcome that I received at the hotel, nor the good customers and. Teacher.When I told them that I liked dressing as a girl, Daddy said that I coulddress as a girl if I did well in school and was a good boy, helpingMother around the house. Needless to say, I also learned how to crochet,knit, and sew as well as do any house repairs. I wanted to be BettyCrocker when it comes to cooking, Abby Sciuto of the N.C.I.S. series, andAnnie Camden of the series 7th Heaven so that I could handle anything todo with home and auto repair.Fieldstone Grammar School, Fieldstone.