HANNAH LETS THE HANDYMEN IN
“Don’t forget to let the handymen in,” her Mum called through the closed bedroom door on her way to work. Hannah groaned, pulled the duvet over her head and went back to sleep.
‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’ Someone was trying to knock the front door down. Hannah looked at the clock through hangover eyes. It was nine am, who the hell was so keen to get in at this time. Then she remembered. ‘s**t! The handymen! She’d completely forgotten!’
Wandering downstairs in her little nightie and fluffy bunny slippers, she opened the door to three irate men. There was an awkward silence and she felt three pairs of eyes focused on her stiff n*****s, pert breasts and slim legs. “Thanks love,” said the oldest, flippantly. “Hope we didn’t wake you?”
As they pushed past her, even in he
