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He pulled into Ella’s driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the house and it was bigger than he’d hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his mind the gutters would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half day of work. Ella had been watching for him hidden and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn’t believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and trim and much younger in broken-in Levi’s and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back. They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall. “I borrowed this from a neighbor,” Ella said. “My daughter doesn’t want me up on ladders anymore.” “Good idea,” Bobby said. “I’ll take care of it.” She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her butt. He thought it was a pretty nice butt. Then he went to work. He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and shit. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the gutters and filling bags with stinky gunk. After a few hours a storm was brewing. indian The rain started, and within a minute it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the first bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ladder as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud. He’d been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he’d found it. He put the trash bags of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door. “Come on in,” Ella called. “I just hidden turned 18 a few months back.” At this rate, her blouse with be completely open in no time. There’s no way you can justify that!” When I hear the locks clicking I brace myself, and as the door opens I put my foot over the threshold in case she tries to slam it in my face. It was the 3 of us boys. Severus had turned around and Lily was lowering her dark blue nightdress. “Victor: Go get the transit casket out of the back while I get her clothes the boyfriend gave us out.” Victor nodded and walked across the hall and unlocked a door indian that led to a storage room and could be heard moving a few things around to get to the casket. When Disha saw Nora looking at her, she leaned forward and the two women kissed. Kind of a potted sunflower with legs like that. Then with them in full display, they moved to remove his clothing, also.