I repair fitness equipment, so I’m in and out of people’s houses every day.

Fixing treadmills and stair-steppers is pretty routine, but I get to meet some interesting people. Actually, “interesting” doesn’t even begin to describe the customer I met last week.

Her house was in an affluent neighborhood, and it was huge. I knocked on the double doors, waited a while, rang the bell, and waited some more. It was hot out, and I was growing annoyed, but then the door opened and everything changed. Standing before me was a blonde, blue-eyed young woman with a Barbie doll figure that defied belief. She wore a tiny black bikini and a glistening coat of suntan oil.

My voice deserted me. The girl’s eyes sparkled as she looked me over. “Well?” she said at last, flashing a flirty smile.

“Sorry,” I managed... Read More