At last, when everyone had been served and she had a minute to rest, she turned back to where Isaac was seated. She had wanted to continue talking to him, but the trade prodigy had departed while she was busy. Left behind in his place were some empty dishes, dirty silverware, and the paid bill.
Walking over, Holly smiled. Not only had he left her a very generous tip, but his business card, on which he wrote “meet me here at 7”. She couldn’t refuse unless she called him up and said so, she essentially had no choice in the matter, but that was what excited her.
“Well you appear to be in a good mood,” said Donna as Isaac entered lobby of his apartment building.
Donna was the building’s landlady, a woman almost 20 years older than him with blonde hair. She had an amazing body for her age, especially considering she had given birth to three kids. While her hips and ass showed the irreparable effects of childbirth, her waist and stomach were amazingly slender, her boobs were large and still appeared firm, and her face showed almost no signs of aging. For lack of a better word, she was fucktastic, and with summer starting, soon she would start walking around in skimpy denim shorts and showing off her nice rear end.
Damn, you could rest your drink on that sweet milf ass of hers.
“I got a date tomorrow night with a cute waitress. She certainly seems like an interesting girl,” he said with a modest smile.
“Well hopefully you’ll be done before then. Here is all the things that have gone wrong since last night,” she said, handing him a to-do list.
As well as his landlady, Donna was also Isaac’s most prominent client. When her third deadbeat husband ran off, he left her with nothing but a bun in the oven and the apartment building. Donna had never had much luck with men, or anything in general. She had been knocked up in high school and had two more kids before the age of 25, each child having a different father that was never in the picture. She hadn’t even bothered paying any attention to the building until about ten years ago because it was a crap shack to say the least.
That’s not to say it didn’t have its charms; Isaac had certainly seen worse buildings. But this rickety hive was like a monument to Murphy’s Law and anything that could go wrong would go wrong. It was barely up to code and her husband had clearly never done any sort of repairs or renovations. Isaac had tarred the roof, installed windows, replaced toilets, fixed plumping, laid tiles, heaved laundry machines, secured drywall, and almost rebuilt the entire building from the ground up.
With all the work Isaac did for Donna, not once in the ten years since he moved in had he needed to pay rent. In fact, he made a small yet continuous profit off her, while saving her tons of money that would have been poured into contractors with half the skill and speed Isaac brought to the table. But damn, it got frustrating pretty quick.
A job is a job, but Isaac would have killed for a change of scenery. He never cut corners with his work and he made sure everything was done right, but if he looked at something 99 times and replaced 99 parts, the 100th part was guaranteed to break a week later. Every time something was fixed, everything around it spontaneously crumbled.
Cursing, Isaac took the list and read through it. “Damn it, the heating system still isn’t working!? I’ve switched out everything broken and everything about to break! What’s left!?”
“Knowing this place, it was probably a freak accident out of Final Destination. I think you should start with the third one down.”
“Alice’s sink is broken. Oh joy, I wonder what she has in store for me…”
The auburn-haired thirteen-year-old kneeled beside Isaac, who was on his back with the cabinet beneath the sink consuming his whole upper-body. This sink had given him a lot of trouble over the years, but he certainly wouldn’t put it past Alice to sabotage it. Alice lived alone in the unit, her closest relative being her uncle on the other side of the building. She had no parents and her uncle didn’t really want to deal with her and simply paid her bills.
She was fine during the school year, but during vacations like summer break, she rarely left her apartment, simply because she had nowhere to go. Isaac wondered if she actually had any friends. She seemed like a girl who was afraid to talk to others but was desperate for someone to talk to. Her closest family seemed to be Donna, who she looked up to as a role model. However, Donna was either always busy with building repairs or working odd hours at the local hospital, so Alice never got to spend much time with her.
Unfortunately for Isaac, she had set her sights on him. He knew that she had a huge crush on him; she had thrown herself at him a couple times in the past. The last time he was in her apartment, he had to fix her shower. As soon as it was functioning, she stripped off all her clothes right in front of him and stepped in like he wasn’t even there. He had learned how to carefully reject her without hurting her feelings, but she always followed him around like a lost pet. Now she was kneeling beside him, having yet to change out of her nightgown, and he suspected, wearing nothing underneath.
“So you say it simply stopped?” he asked while he pointed to where he wanted her to shine his flashlight.
“Yeah, I was filling up the tea kettle and it suddenly made a groaning noise and stopped.”
“Ok, that narrows the list,” he sighed while dismantling the inner pump.
“Hey, Isaac?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you look for in a woman?”
“Tits,” he replied without missing a beat.
Alice looked down at her chest, once again noting the incredible two-dimensionality of what she longed to be a womanly shelf. Rejected.
“Besides tits?”
“She has to be able to ride a roller coaster.”
Alice stood up and looked at herself. Not only was she as flat as a whiteboard, but she was short for her age. At a theme park, a lot of doors would be closed to her. Rejected.
“I mean her personality.”
“Smart I guess, smart enough to know what she’s doing when she votes.”
Alice knew that intelligence had nothing to do with the matter. He was just using the voting as a metaphor for someone of legal age. Rejected.
“Ah, here it is. The draw line for the handle broke. I swear, whoever furnished this building bought everything from a mystical gypsy that can never be found twice, whose merchandise was all made in an eastern European country that no longer exists.”
“Hold on, let me see.”
Before Isaac could say anything to stop her, Alice got on top of him and squirmed in under the sink. Their faces were just inches apart but Isaac was not in the mood for proximity. “Alice, you’re crowding me. Move back.”
Reluctantly, she moved back and sat up, but she did not get off him. She was sitting on his lap, or straddling to be precise. Little girls weren’t Isaac’s forte, but as she grinded her crotch against his, he could feel powerful rushes of blood surging through him.
“OFF.”
The word was as absolute as it was simple, and as if she had been yanked back by the collar of her nightgown, Alice fell off Isaac’s lap.