Turning her around, Tommy smacked her ass. “Do as you’re told, Betts.”Rubbing the red handprint on her butt, Elizabeth walked to the large showe... and turned on all the showerheads. “Are you planning on having some clean sex?” she asked with a giggle.“There’s no such thing,” he laughed as he took off his clothes.When he stepped into the shower, Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck, pressing her naked body against his. “Do you like my house, Tommy?”“It’s a little overwhelming, Betts. It makes. .. My mother's basic philosophy was, "If it kind of works, keep using it till it's broke all the way, then fix it."The stupid shower had a bad mixing valve. The hot water side of the valve got plugged up a bit at a time until finally it wouldn't spray any hot water at all and Mom is not a cold shower person. The way she figured it was my shower still worked just fine and she could call the plumber later on in the day. No problem.Like so much of her "womanly logic" she was so proud of, she. We were quite good friends she was very much fascinated by the way I used to do maths and I used to irritate her by saying that Psychology is for Psychos. To describe her she was really slim and tall she had blonde hair, though she was not naturally blonde, she had perky breasts and an ass to die for. So after a couple of months, I had to travel to Spain for a week as part of my course. On our return journey, the flight was delayed thanks to the snow so by the time I reached back home it was. Her new day job was only good for minimum wage and 20 hours a week, so she still needed her night job to make ends meet.She got to her normal area and got off. She then started her normal night work, walking two blocks to the dark corner with the overhead streetlight out, and waited. She was wearing a long tan overcoat, which was covering her from neck to ankles. Under it, she wore a knee-length black skirt with a button-up green blouse. She wore no bra, only panties under her work clothes. She.