He had backed the van into their drive as far to the back door as he could and as quietly as he could, took his tool box out then went and knocked on the back door and waited until the door was opened by the lovely Mrs. Miller who at 41 was still a hell of a looker. She invited him in giving him a very decent smile he responding stepping becoming more aware of her a she pointed to the cellar door telling him that the washer was down there and as she opened the door she gave him a brief idea as to what the problem was. He smiled and made his way down, she following the click of her heels on the steps almost delicious to him. He came to the bottom and made his way to the washer lifted the lid and looked inside, then closed it and turned it on standing there listening to it work, looking at her out of the corner of his eye a soft smile crossed his features as he let his gaze roam over her delightful figure, knowing the promise to come and what sort of coin he would get for them both.