Amy and the Plumber
By Nikki Palmer
Copyright 2011 by Nikki Palmer
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Amy felt worthless in her soccer-mom lifestyle. Her youngest daughter started school, and she realized that she’d done nothing with the past fourteen years of her life but be a wife and mom. She loved being a wife, and she loved being a mom, but she needed to do something wild and crazy. On the first day of school, she went home to have a day all to herself. While she was in the bathtub, a man came to the door. Should she invite him in to help her with her me day?
All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This book is intended for mature readers, only.
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“Stop fighting!” Amy said for the tenth time as she pulled the minivan up in front of the elementary school. “I can’t take it anymore!” She turned around to the three children, who had been dressed neatly before they’d left the house but were now slightly unkempt. She fiddled with the bow in her youngest daughter’s hair. What was wrong with these kids?
She was at her wit’s end. At 38, she was the perfect little housewife who did everything she was supposed to do and nothing she wasn’t. She always had the house cleaned perfectly and dinner on the table when her husband walked through the door at the end of the day. The children were usually well-behaved, but tensions were running high on the first day of school.
She’d already dropped Emma off at the junior high and just had to get the remaining three to their classrooms. She walked Sarah to her class, while the other two ran off knowing where their rooms were, excited to see their friends. She introduced herself to Sarah’s teacher, offering to help out with the class whenever she was needed. She was sure she’d be room mother, as she would be for the other two still in elementary school.
Sarah walked into her classroom, extremely excited, recognizing her little friend Avery from down the street. She sat with her on the floor and they played with the dolls that Avery already had out.
Amy knew her children were settled for the day and happily left the school to go home and have a day all to herself. She found herself cussing the first day of school traffic as she wove through it on her way home. She should be stopping at the grocery store and doing the errands she’d been putting off, but she just didn’t want to. She wanted to be home. Alone.
Well, she wanted to be home with Bob, but that wasn’t happening. Maybe they’d been married too long for him to care about her needs. Maybe he was taking her for granted. She shook her head to clear it. Today she was going to not worry about him. She was going to go home and have a good day. If she had to service herself, she would.
She envisioned a tropical paradise, a place where she could be alone on the beach with a man drinking little drinks with booze and tiny little umbrellas in them. She needed to get away from the kids so badly. She needed a break from her life. One day alone wasn’t even going to make a dent in it, but she was going to give it a try.
Amy did a little skip as she walked through the front door. It was 8:30 in the morning and she’d just dropped all four kids off at their schools for the day. Emma was starting eighth grade. Sam was starting sixth. Allie was starting second. And little Sarah was starting kindergarten. Finally. She was home alone for a whole day, and she couldn’t wait to get started doing nothing.
She glanced at the breakfast dishes in the sink and kept right on walking. She ignored the overflowing hamper and walked straight into the master bathroom and ran herself a tub full of hot water adding a generous amount of bubble bath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had the ability to take a bath without constant interruptions. “Mom, will you tie my shoe?” “Mom, I’m hungry!” “Mom, when are you getting out of the tub?”
She envisioned the looks on everyone’s faces as they walked in the door at the end of the day to a dirty house. But did she really even care? She had a master’s degree in English Literature. She’d been working on her doctorate. Her plans to be a professor had been derailed when the first child had been born. She was planning to go back until the second child and then of course the third and fourth.
She reached under the counter in the bathroom, back into the corner, behind the pads and tampons where no one ever looked, and pulled out her vibrator. She laid it on the counter for later. She would definitely be using that later. She hadn’t used that thing in years, but she’d replaced the batteries just last week after locking herself in the bathroom for a minute.
She stripped off her shorts and tank top, and slipped into the tub. Grabbing her e-reader from the floor beside the tub, she picked up the story where she’d left off. She made sure to hold the reader out of the bubbles, but was happy to be able to use it in the tub. Bob, her husband of 16 years, would kill her if he caught her, but he was at work, so who really cared?