mber 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 a*s as she leaned over the sink and her teen daughter's supple t**s.
"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 replac
