“I’m told all you plumber’s have a special tool for… well, selective jobs.”
“That right?” he said, blowing into his mug to cool the steaming tea. “Who told you that?”
“A plumber, of course,” she whispered, unzipping his jeans and slipping slender fingers inside. “Hmm, commando. Ah, this must be the tool.” She stroked the shaft. “Can I see it?”
“Do whatever you want to do with it.”
“Bet you say that to all your grateful customers.”
He shook his head. “Not since I married you.”
“Good answer,” she grinned. “So, get upstairs. I’ve got a leak that needs attention.”
