Penelope had hired me to spruce up her recently purchased condo on the recommendation of her friend, who was a former customer of mine. I was happy for the work. After finishing her pal’s place, my schedule was wide open.

“The beautiful blonde looked young enough to be my daughter. I guessed she was in her mid-20s, which meant I had about two decades on her.

I’d worked in construction for a large part of my life, but I’d settled into the slightly less taxing role of handyman. I love transforming old spaces and bringing homeowners’ visions to life. It fulfills my sense of purpose and puts money in my pocket. I can’t complain about any of that.

Anyhow, Penelope’s list of tasks was simple enough: fix water-damaged walls, redo grout in the bathroom and a fresh coat... Read More