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"That's it! I'm calling a plumber" I said, slapping the counter in frustration. Our kitchen sink had been acting up for months, leaking out of tiny holes that could no longer be taped down. It was a problem every time someone opened the faucet and enough was enough.
"I've been telling you to for months now," my mom said, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter.
I held my finger up. "Yes hello, I'm calling to see if a maintenance person is available to fix a leaking kitchen faucet. Oh great, yes 2 pm works. Okay, the address is 77 Merlon Drive. Thanks, goodbye."
"Well?"
"There's actually a plumber in the area finishing up a job. He should be here in 15 minutes" I said.
"Finally" mom huffed, flipping her highlighted blonde hair.
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Right on time, the doorbell rang. The plumber, whose name tag read Eddie greeted us, coming in the kitchen after us. He was a big, burly black guy with stained navy overalls.
Eddie's POV
"So I was told there's a problem with a leaking faucet?" I asked, checking out the mom's great ass as she leaned over the sink and her teen daughter's supple tits.
"Yes, every time the faucet is turned on look...it springs from all these little spots. It's causing water damage too."
I nodded, setting down my toolbox. "Lemme take a look...yep those leaks are coming from a punctured valve under the sink. I'm going to have to gut the whole thing and replace those valves right away since the water will cause rot if left like that. Sealing them will only be a temporary fix and you don't want the pressure to build up either."
"Oh god, that sounds serious. How much would it cost to do that repair?" The mom asked. My eyes lingered on her cleavage and I cleared my throat.
$2000 to cover necessary tools, materials, and installment" I said, scratching the numbers down on a pad.
"What! That's way more than we thought. That's a bit much for a sink repair" the teen daughter protested, flicking her wispy bangs to the side.
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