0 comments/ 38634 views/ 3 favorites Cul-De-Sac ONE Door Latch By: Shoreguy The lady at number one was having trouble getting the door between the garage and the kitchen to stay closed. She liked to keep the garage door open during the day, but the door to the kitchen would blow open if the wind was just right (or maybe just wrong). Anyway, she ran into Mary and me while we were voting in the local school board election. She stood in line ahead of Mary and we chatted while the six or seven people in front of us took their turns in the little curtained booth. "The damned door keeps blowing open," Shirley started to explain. "It scares the cat, and the breeze knocks stuff off the kitchen table." "Why won't it stay closed?" I feigned interest. "It doesn't seem to latch." She was trying to picture it in her mind. I couldn't see the picture, so I continued, "Doesn't latch? How do you lock it at night? "I just close the garage door," she admitted. It's locked when it is closed. I feel safe enough, it's just an annoyance to have it keep blowing open into the kitchen." Mary gave me one of her 'why don't you help the lady' looks so I said, "I'll stop by tomorrow and have a look - OK?" Shirley brightened right up, "Sure, I'll be home all day." Mary looked satisfied and I just tried to look neutral. The fact was, the lady at number one, Shirley, was a fairly good-looking widow lady. Her husband, Luke, had passed about three years ago from a very unanticipated coronary. He left Shirley fairly well off but not so that she could just up and move away. She had decided to stick around and look for another man, another opportunity, or social security, whichever came along first. My guess was that she was just about fifty even - give or take no more than one or two. She was in excellent shape with a nice rack, long legs, and as I stood in line looking at her, a great caboose. She dressed well but not overdone. Her makeup was appropriate and she always looked like she was about to giggle. I've seen her serious but not too often. Shirley voted and came out of the booth. As she walked past Mary and me, she gave us the 'thumbs up' signal like we knew what that meant. There were a few issues in this election that had gotten a lot of people excited and I guess that Shirley had voted the way she thought that we would too. Anyway, the 'thumbs up' was delivered with a great beaming smile and Mary waved back for the both of us. Mary started to give her voting ticket to the person operating the machine so I turned to watch Shirley walk out of the room. Did I mention that she has a great ass? Mary and I voted, and as usual, we went on down to the Legion Hall to await the results and suck a little suds. This is not a big town. The polls close at eight PM and the results are generally known by eight-thirty or so. This election was no different. Mary and I had quaffed a couple of beers each when the results were put up on the chalkboard. The budget was defeated again! Hot damn, score another one for the old farts! The free election night keg started to blow air at about a quarter past nine. From then on, you were expected to pay for your drinks. I learned how to be cheap from my bother Tom. He taught me well, so Mary and I slowly sipped our last free one and skipped on out at about nine-thirty. We had taken my pick-up truck since her car was already in the garage. It was parked behind the legion hall and it was a little dark back there. I had no trouble finding the truck since it still has a CB antenna sticking up. When we got to the Truck, somebody with a big van had parked really close to me on the drivers' side. There was enough room on the passenger side to open the door, so I got in first and slid across the seat with Mary right behind me. I got in position behind the wheel and was about to put the key into the ignition when Mary kept on sliding across the seat and right up against me. "Well, it looks like I lost the bet," she whispered. "It sure does," I said in a full voice. Mary looked around the darkened parking lot for a moment or two. I just sat there and gloated. "Did you see the numbers?" I tried to sound a little abusive. "Yeah, I saw them," she replied, still whispering. "You didn't just loose, you know," I let it drag on, "You got stomped on!" "Oh it wasn't that bad," she sounded a little whiney. "It was less than two hundred votes." "That was for our district," I corrected her. "Overall, the budget went down by almost seven hundred votes." "I know," she sounded defeated. "The budget went down and now I have to, too." Without giving me a chance to reply, Mary put her hand on my crotch and felt for my zipper. She found it and pulled it down and started fishing around inside my pants for the top of my underwear. Finding that, she slid her hand down and guided my semi-hard cock out through my fly. Mary started to gently stroke my cock while she took one last look around the parking lot. "A bet is a bet," she said, and promptly lowered her face down onto my lap. She used the tip of her tongue and gently traced around the head of my cock. She used light touches of her tongue for a few minutes while she gently pumped the shaft with her hand. I leaned back and stretched out to enjoy it. Mary pulled herself up onto the bench seat and lay on her stomach. This gave me a good access to her butt which I immediately took advantage of. I put my hand on her ass and rubbed around a little to let her know that I was there. Mary just concentrated on paying off the bet. She started to bob her head up and down while her lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock. She kept up the stroking with her hand and the combination felt really great. I managed to gradually pull up her skirt until my hand was right on her fresh white panties. I could just see the whiteness of her panties in the faint light inside the truck. There was about a half moon that night, but the light was a little feeble because of some high clouds. I indulged myself further and began to play with her ass. Mary's ass always felt great, but it was really special when she was wearing white silky panties. Not to mention how special it was having my cock in her mouth at the same time! Mary took her free hand and went down between my legs with it. With her palm up, she slid her hand under my crotch and began to massage my balls while she kept at my dick with her mouth and other hand. This was really great. Soon, I could feel those familiar urges when the cum starts to well up in my balls. She was really getting into it and so was I. Mary started to roll her hips a little as I rubbed her ass through her panties. Apparently she was beginning to like this a little too. Mary opened her legs for me and I slid my hand down onto her crotch. Man, she was wet right through her panties. The combination of her wetness and the silky material was intoxicating. My balls were about to erupt and Mary apparently sensed that I was getting close. She started to bob up and down with a new vigor and her hand followed along right next to her mouth. I managed to get my fingers inside the crotch of her panties and I quickly found her honey pot. I pushed my finger into her cunt just as I began to cum. It felt like I was pumping a quart and a half into her warm wet mouth. Mary let out a long low moan while I was spurting into her and she sucked even harder on my dick. It felt like she was draining every drop of cum out of me. I had a nice long throbbing orgasm. After a few moments, things started to quiet down for me and I looked down at the back of Mary's head. Mary turned her head towards the dashboard and whispered, "Are we even now?" "Not yet," I responded. I slid my finger out of her cunt and moved it a little forward until I found her pussy lips. Spreading them, I had no trouble finding her swollen clit. I started to rub it gently while she just lay there with her head on my lap. Her left hand was still on my cock and her right hand was still cradling my balls. Since she had turned her head, my cock was against her cheek, probably next to her ear. I continued to gently rub her clit and soon noticed the telltale rocking of her hips again. I was always able to get to Mary this way and she really liked it. Soon she was pressing her pubic bone against the seat of the truck and rocking a little more strongly as I continued to rub and tease her love button. I could tell that she was starting to get close to cumming by her grip on my cock. She was tightening up her hand a little and it was in time with her hips. I wasn't getting real hard but the rhythm was starting to feel good to me. Mary let out a long moan and sucked in a quick breath through her teeth. She was cumming. She bucked hard a couple of times and pressed herself down against the truck seat while she rode wave after wave of orgasm. Her grip tightened a little more around my cock and I started to think that she would squeeze the poor little thing to death. She loosened her grip as the orgasmic waves started to subside. "Mmmmmm, I like loosing bets to you," she whispered. "You pay off too." "It's always my pleasure," I reassured her. "Besides, I never pass up a chance to play with that great ass of yours." "Mmmmmm, well, this ass wants to go home now," she said as she started to get up again. Soon she was sitting up next to me, looking around the parking lot again. She had her clothes straightened out and was fussing with her hair as I started the truck. "Pull up your fly before we go by the lights," she cautioned. "I didn't open it," I said with a smart-ass tone. Mary reached over and tucked my cock back into my pants. She pulled my shorts up and re-zippered my pants. "I have to do everything?" she asked. "You did everything and so well," I said as I took her face into my hands and kissed her long and hard on the lips. I could still sense my presence on her lips and in her mouth. Oh well, we share everything anyway. I drove us home. We had ice cream and went to bed. The next morning we got up at around seven. Mary made a light breakfast for us and I went out and got the papers from the front yard. As usual, we sat at the kitchen table reading our own sections of the paper while we drank coffee and ate the muffins and fruit. This usually took the better part of an hour and a whole pot of coffee. I usually finished up by doing the crossword and Mary did the Jumble. Routine, very routine, but I loved it. We had a few errands to do in the morning and I decided to go over to Shirley's after lunch. Mary agreed with the plan and we went out together, in her car this time, to do our chores. "Looks like it's going to be a nice day," I started. "The paper said rain this afternoon," she replied. "Wanna bet?" I looked at her with a genuine leer on my face. "No sense, these are bucket seats," she said, not even looking back at me. We did our chores and returned home in time for lunch. After lunch, Mary announced that she was going over to her sisters for a while. She expected to be back in time for dinner and I could get her there if I needed her. I reminded her that I was going up to Shirley's to look at her door, Mary seemed to remember and said, "If you're home by four, start the grill - we'll have steaks tonight." I acknowledged these instructions and went out to the garage. I put a few tools into my toolbox. Mary left at about one fifteen and I headed up to number one a few minutes later. Shirley met me at the door after the first ring. She was wearing a nice short summer skirt and blouse set. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she seemed in a very good mood. "Too bad about the election, huh? She started. "What do you mean?" I wasn't following. "The budget got defeated last night," she said as we walked through the living room to the kitchen. She was wearing a nice pair of heels and her legs looked great from the back. By the way that the short summer skirt was swishing back and forth, I could tell that she was wearing a nice sheer pair of stockings. I was wondering if they were pantyhose or stockings with a garter belt. I figured out that she was apparently on the same side as Mary in the election. Too bad I didn't have a little bet with her too. "Yeah, I saw the numbers in the paper this morning." I went on, "they're blaming the defeat on the senior population, you know." "Them old farts would vote against anything that might cost them a few bucks," she started to raise her voice a little. "Well, what's done is done," I said in a conciliatory tone. "We're just going to have to work a little harder next time." I said this trying to defuse this conversation and let her think that I agreed with her. "Yeah, next time," she said as we reached the kitchen. "There's the culprit." She said, pointing to the door. I walked across the kitchen and opened the door. I could see out into the garage where her car was parked. There was a very neat, small workbench where what remained of her husbands tools were neatly organized. The door mechanism appeared to be in working order but the strike plate showed some wear just below the opening. Apparently the hinge side of the doorframe had settled a little bit but the other side hadn't. The big money fix would be to re-hang the door but the quick (cheap) fix would be to move the strike plate to allow the door to latch closed properly. "Well, you've got two choices here," I said Shirley was standing by the table watching me, "Did you find the problem already?" "Yeah, the latch isn't lining up with the hole in the strike plate," I said pointing to the offending hardware. Shirley came over and stood in front of me looking at the doorframe. "Where?" she said, looking up and down the entire doorframe. "See the scratches and rub marks on that brass thing, there?" I said, as I looked her over closely. Man, she really smelled good, up close. "Oh yeah," she sounded happy to find what I was describing. "The metal is real shiny there." Shirley bent over at the waist a little, to get a better look at the hardware. I took the opportunity to look closely at her butt while she bent forward like that. The back of her skirt rode up a little and I could see where her stockings started to change to a darker color, but I couldn't tell if they were pantyhose or stockings yet. But she really looked good like that. She held the pose for a minute or so then straightened up and turned around to face me. "What can we do about that?" she asked. I immediately thought of an answer like, 'Turn around and bend over again, and I'll show you what can be done.' But, I thought better of it and just said, "I can fix it now by moving the strike plate or you can get the entire door re-hung." "How much will that cost? She was looking right into my eyes and standing nice and close to me. "I can move the strike plate today for a cup of coffee, or I can re-hang the door in a couple of days but that will cost some bucks." I was having a difficult time looking directly into her eyes, I wanted to look at her tits. "Will I still need to have the expensive fix done?" she went on. "Maybe, we wont know for a while," I was starting to enjoy her closeness. "Well, I'll put on a pot of coffee and we'll see how long it takes then." She smiled. "OK by me," I said. With that, I took a step back. Shirley walked over to the counter and started to busy herself with the coffee pot. I looked at my toolbox and realized that I would need a couple of small chisels and maybe my roto-tool. "I'll have to go back home to get a few tools," I told her. "Why don't you look around out there in the garage," she said without turning around. Luke had a lot of tools and they're not used anymore." I said "OK," and stepped out into the garage. The workbench was neat and organized. I quickly found a couple of small chisels, they were nice and sharp. There was an almost new roto-tool in a box on the shelf. I looked inside the bit case and found a couple of burrs that would do the trick. I took these tools and a small tap hammer and went back into the kitchen. "Looks like I'll have enough stuff to do the job," I told her. I could already smell coffee cooking. "Oh, that's good," she smiled. "Nobody uses those tools anymore. I'm glad to see them get some use." I took one of the kitchen chairs and placed it in front of the doorjamb so that I could sit and work on the strike plate. This worked out OK but there was little room to put the tools down. The table was about six feet away and I didn't feel like moving it. So, I used the chair as a seat and a table while I worked on the plate. I removed the plate with a screwdriver and sketched an elongation on the hole with my pencil. Shirley brought over a mug of coffee and said, "Milk and two sugars OK?" "Just right," I said as I took the mug from her. She had a couple of cookies on a small plate, which she offered to me. I had the small hammer in the other hand, so I took it and slid the handle under my leg to keep it from falling to the floor. I noticed that Shirley was watching where I put the hammer and noted that it was nice to have this lady looking at my crotch. I would certainly appreciate the opportunity to look at hers. Shirley smiled at me and walked back to the counter. I watched her as she poured herself a mug of coffee. Those legs just don't quit. She looked really good standing there and I really liked the way her skirt swished back and forth when she walked. She opened the cabinet and reached up to get a small box off the top shelf. This caused her skirt to ride up in the back giving me another great look at the tops of her legs. I could only imagine how nice her butt looked. Shirley took the small box down and opened it. She came back over to me carrying the box in one hand and her coffee in the other. "Are these anything important?" she asked. The box contained a bunch of small screws, some springs and a few other odds and ends that I didn't recognize. "Well, you never know when some of this stuff might come in handy," I said as I looked over the contents, "but generally no, they're not really important unless you know what they are for." "They've been in this cabinet since Luke passed, I didn't want to toss them if they were important." She was still looking at the box of junk when I said, "Then you'd better hang onto them for a little while longer." This seemed to be the answer that she was looking for. Shirley turned around again and walked the box back to the counter. I was treated to a great view again when she stretched up and put the box back on the top shelf of the cabinet. Shirley turned back toward me and she leaned against the counter. I ate the cookies and finished the coffee while we just looked at each other. She was a real prize. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and I'm sure that she noticed that I wasn't just looking at her face. She didn't seem to mind, in fact, she appeared to like it when my eyes drifted down to her tits and her great legs. Shirley came back over and collected the empty coffee mug and plate from me. I thanked her and went back to work on the strike plate hole. I was tapping out the wood with a small chisel and tap hammer when I sensed Shirley standing right behind me. She was looking over my shoulder watching me work. The hole seemed almost big enough so I decided to finish it up with the roto-tool. I tool the chisel and put it on top of my tool box and slid the hammer, handle first, back under my leg. The hammer handle was actually almost under my crotch. "That looks like fun," she said. "Working with wood?" I didn't follow her. "No, the way you store your tools," was her reply. I looked down and noticed how the hammer was sticking out from under my crotch. It kinda looked like a 'hammer-head' dick "Well, sometimes I have to improvise," was all I could think of to say. Cul-De-Sac ONE Door Latch I took the hammer back out from under me and put it on top of the toolbox next to the chisels. I stood up and walked over to the table to get the roto-tool. When I looked back, Shirley had sat down on the chair and was looking at the area where I had been working. She picked up the hammer and looked at me, "Mind if I try it a little?" I didn't know where she was going, so I just said, "Be my guest." With that, Shirley took the hammer, spread her legs a little and slid the handle under her. "Is that the right way to do it?" she asked with a teasing tone. "I don't know for sure," I stammered. "I can't see where you put it." Shirley lifted her skirt giving me a full view up to her waist. I could now tell that she was wearing a garter belt with regular stockings and nice white lacy panties. Wow, she looked good. The hammer was between her legs and the handle was right under her crotch. What a lucky hammer! "Yeah, that looks really good," I was starting to stutter a little. "Well, it doesn't feel all that good," she sounded disappointed. "I never thought about it that way." "Well, I've got something that works a little better - you know." She was starting to purr. I decided to follow along to see where this might lead. "Yeah, like what?" "I'll show you," she stood up and started walking into the family room. I was a little startled when she stood up so quickly. I was still standing by the table with my mouth open. As she got to the doorway, she turned and gave me one of those great smiles. "Come on in here." She said as she left the kitchen. I put down the roto-tool and quickly followed. My pecker was already hard and pushing against the front of my pants. Shirley walked through the family room and down the hall to her bedroom. I was about three steps behind her still enjoying the view. She went into the bedroom and walked over to her dresser. I stopped about two steps inside the room. Shirley opened the second drawer of her dresser and took out a small velvet box. The box was dark red and had a little gold fringe edging. It looked expensive and it looked old. Without saying anything, she turned around and put it on the bed, then looked at me. "Come take a look at my toys." I walked over and stood next to her. Shirley lifted the lid of the box and let it fall open. There, inside the box, were two vibrators and a cock shaped dildo. All neatly packaged and laid out on red velvet, they looked like a set of dueling pistols or something. "Wow, that's really a nice toy box you've got there." My voice was starting to betray my excitement. Shirley took the long silver vibrator out of the box. Smiling at me she turned around and sat down on the bed. She lifted the front of her skirt up again and spread her legs a little. Next, she switched the vibrator on and ran the tip of the thing down between her legs, across her pussy and slid it under her crotch. "This is better than an old hammer, any day." She said this without looking up at me. I just stood there looking at her with my mouth open. I couldn't believe that this lovely creature was showing me this. She was sitting on her bed with a vibrator running between her legs and all I could think to do was stand there like a dummy. Finally, after a minute or so, I said: "Can I help you with that?" When she raised her head, I could see that her eyes were half closed. She was obviously enjoying the moment. "Sure, it's been a while since I've had any help." Shirley removed the vibrator and handed it to me. She slid up on the bed and lay down on her back. Her skirt had slid back down while she was moving. I sat down on the bed next to her, holding the vibrator in my hand. With the other hand, I reached down and took the hem of her skirt between my fingers. I lifted it up and put it onto her tummy. Shirley had her eyes closed, but when she sensed that her skirt was lifted, she parted her legs a little and bent her knees slightly. This gave me a terrific view of her crotch. She was wearing an off-white garter belt with hooks in the front and the back. Over this were her lacy white panties. I couldn't see any hair sticking out from under her panties so I assumed that she had a neatly trimmed bush. I could see the centerline of her pussy against the panties. I could see just a hint of dampness on the crotch. Overall, the view was breathtaking. Shirley just lay there, her breathing was slow and steady. The vibrator was running in my hand. I turned it so that it pointed down and slowly lowered it until it just touched the outline of her pussy lips. The effect was immediate; Shirley took a long deep breath. She didn't open her eyes but let out a soft moan, more like a humming noise. I continued to trace down her centerline and soon was over the damp spot. She didn't say anything, but when I looked at her face, she had a big grin. I continued to work the vibrator up and down Shirley's crotch for a few minutes. As I did this, she spread her legs a little further and raised her knees a bit more. This exposed more and more of her beautiful crotch to me and I was loving it. By now, I had a raging hard-on but I managed to concentrate on her. Just barely! Every few strokes, I would bring the vibrator to the edge of her panties, between her legs where they fit a little loosely. You know, that little gap next to those big tendons that run down into the legs. Well, I think that she was ready for the next level because without saying anything, Shirley lifted her hips up off the bed and slid her panties down a little. I took the hint and removed the vibrator long enough to allow her to finish sliding tem down and off. She tossed the panties onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Shirley went back to the same position as before so I resumed my ministrations to her now naked crotch. And a beautiful crotch it was. She was a brown haired beauty. She matched top and bottom. The hair was neatly trimmed over the front but her crotch was completely hairless. Either she didn't grow any hair down here or she was meticulous in keeping it removed. There wasn't even a trace of stubble. She looked good and smelled even better. I reapplied the vibrator and soon was able to work it in between her pussy lips onto her swollen clit. As soon as I started to pay a lot of attention to her clit, her breathing started to get a little faster. She hadn't touched me yet, but I was hoping that would come later. In fact, I was hoping that I would come a little later myself. "Can you reach the box?" she whispered. "That's where I am," I said a little confused. "No, the toy box," she was really purring now. "Sure, you want to change toys?" "No, not change toys," she was giggling a little. "Just add one." "There's two left in the box, what's your pleasure? I invited. "Take that big rubber cock and put in into me," she said with a little demanding tone to her voice. I reached into the box and picked up the dildo. It was about ten inches long and was complete with veins and all. It really looked like a giant cock and the rubber felt like skin. I kept the vibrator going on her clit and started to rub the head of the dildo in her now well-lubricated crotch. Each time that I would pass over her cunt hole, she would gasp a little. So without further delay, I started to push it on in. Well, the moment it went in she started to rock her hips and thrust against the rubber dick. This was quite a picture for me. After about three thrusts, the dildo was in about as far as it would go, maybe half the length of the thing. My own cock was pushing against my pants so hard that I thought my zipper would burst. Anyway, Shirley was really getting it on with the dildo in her cunt and the vibrato on her clit. I moved the dildo in and out about an inch at a time, fucking her with it. At the same time, I kept the vibrator going on her clit. This wasn't easy! It was sort of like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time. But, like the average computer, I can multi-task. So I kept up the attention to both toys and Shirley was loving it. Her thrusting got more and more insistent. Pretty soon, she was moaning and thrashing about on the bed. I had to concentrate to keep both items working properly but was soon rewarded when Shirley started to come. She bucked against the dildo furiously and I could see the muscles in her stomach and legs tighten up and shudder a little. Shirley had a good cum. It lasted for a minute or so and she seemed to really need the relief that the orgasm brought. When she started to calm down, a big smile appeared on her face and I thought that she might break out into laughter at any moment. I eased the dildo out of her cunt and laid it on the bed between her legs. I had already removed the vibrator when she began to buck really hard. I didn't want her to push her tender parts against the hard end of the vibrator and possibly injure that fine pussy and clit. Shirley sat up and put her arms around my neck. She put her head against my chest and squeezed me tight for a half-minute or so. "Thank you, Harry." She began. "It's been a while since I've been with a man." I didn't say anything; I thought it was best to let her talk this out. "I've been very lonely since Luke went and it was very nice to have things done instead of doing them myself, if you know what I mean." I just kept listening. "But what about you?", she looked concerned. What can I do for you? Well, now she was getting around to something that I really wanted to hear. "Kneel on the side of the bed," I heard myself saying. Without a word, Shirley shifted herself to the end of the bed, rolled over and brought herself up to a kneeling position. Her knees were on the bed and her legs were sticking out over the floor. She had her upper body almost horizontal with her weight resting on her hands. What a picture. The short skirt was hanging down over the top of her butt and her reddened pussy lips stuck out in back. She was absolutely irresistible. I got up off the bed and walked around behind her. She never looked back. I unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor. My cock was rock hard and was pushing my underwear straight out. I slid the underwear down around my ankles and took hold of her by the hips. I moved myself up against her and felt her wetness with the head of my dick. I grabbed my dick and slid it up and down through her pussy a few times to get it nice and wet. Just like with the dildo, each time that the head of my dick passed over her cunt, Shirley let out a little gasp. I soon centered myself on her and pushed myself on into her. She was amazingly tight. Her cunt felt like a nice warm glove. I was surprised. I had expected her cunt to be a little looser after housing that big rubber cock in there for the last fifteen minutes or so. But she was tight, and warm, and wet, and willing and I was cumming before I knew what hit me. It had only taken me a dozen strokes or so to get myself off. It was far quicker than I had wanted it to be. I shot a good load into her and leaned against her when I was through. Shirley lowered herself down to her elbows and then she put her shoulders all the way down onto the bed. I stayed inside her as long as I could, but I was rapidly loosing my erection and I felt that I was about to 'fall out'. I eased myself back and admired the view. I also admired my handy work. There was a big blob of my cum running down her right leg. It kinda makes you proud, you know. Shirley lay down on her stomach with her legs still hanging over the end of the bed. I stooped down and grabbed my underwear and my pants. I pulled them both back up together. A quick tuck-in of the shirt and I was presentable again. Shirley was still lying on the bed with her head turned away from me. I sat back down on the bed and rubbed her shoulders a little. She turned toward me and I could see that she was crying a little. "I've been so lonely, Harry." She whispered. I really miss Luke and I miss the physical part of being with him. "I'm very sorry about Luke, Shirley. You know that." What was I getting myself into? "Thanks again, did you enjoy yourself?" She sounded very sincere. "Oh, it was absolutely great for me, Shirley." I wanted to reassure her. "This can be our secret, then " "Shirley, I promise, this will be an absolute secret." I was very serious. She seemed satisfied with that. She gave me one of her big smiles and swung her feet down to the floor. As she got up, her skirt was caught up in the back and her ass was showing. Did I tell you that she has a great ass? I reached out and smoothed her skirt. "Thank you, Harry." She said again. "Don't mention it - remember?" She smiled again and walked into the bathroom. I could hear the water running in the sink so I went back out to the kitchen. The chair was right where I had left it and I picked up the roto-tool and began to work on the strike plate again. Soon, Shirley came back into the kitchen and went over to the counter again. "Another cup? She asked. "Yes please," I responded. "But no cookies this time." "Would you like some cookies again some time?" The double meaning was too obvious. "Anytime you need something fixed, you call me." I gave her my most reassuring voice. "I'll be sure to do that," She smiled and got busy preparing the coffees. It took me another half-hour or so to get the strike plate the way that I wanted it. It worked well in its new position and the door closed and latched properly. I cleaned up the small mess on the floor and collected up the tools. I put all of Luke's tools on the table and mine into my toolbox. Shirley was sitting at the table looking at the tools. I put the other chair back at the table and sat myself down. I took her hand in mine and said, "Thank you again." "What about these tools? She asked. "These are yours," I said. "Would you like to have them?" "I'd feel better knowing that they were here. I'd like to come by every now and then to make sure they're working properly and are in good repair." I said this hoping she would take the real meaning. Shirley smiled and gave me a knowing nod. "And if they need a little maintenance before you decide to come back for a visit?" "Then just call, wave, raise a flag, or show me those great legs again and I'll be there for you." "Harry, you're a good friend," she was waxing nostalgic. "Yep, and I'd better be on my way." I said, as I picked up my toolbox. Shirley walked me to the door. I looked across at my house, Mary wasn't home yet - good. Shirley said, "Do you really think that I'll need that door re-hung?" "No, not really, a little adjustment now and then should be sufficient." We both appreciated this last double meaning and had a little laugh. I went on out and walked home. When I got to my house, I looked back at number one. The front door was closed and Shirley was nowhere in sight. The Garage door was still open. I went in and put my tools away. I washed up and wondered where Mary was. I called her sister who told me that Mary had left about ten minutes ago. So I went back to the front door to look for her. Her car was just coming around the corner. I glanced over at number one, the garage door was closed now. This was good, too.