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I had just split up with my girlfriend and my boiler went, so I called a plumber and took the day off work so I could let him in and make sure he knew what was wrong. I showed him the boiler. He said he needed to get something out of the van, but he could fix it. As he was working, I sat downstairs and had a cup of tea. About half an hour passed, and he called me upstairs to where he was working. As I approached him, he said, "It’s all good and in working order now." Then he cupped my butt cheek and said he could find something else to work on. We made love on the floor in the hallway, and I never saw him again. -Lou, 18