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strip for this woman. His hands burned with the memory of her skin beneath his palms, and he could almost hear the music that had played during their performance together so many years ago. Forgetting about Betty was the smartest thing to do, but her memory never gave up the real estate he’d given her in his heart. He mentally kicked himself for not calling her. It wasn’t unthinkable that she’d move to a bigger city, but she’d wanted to go to New York. He hadn’t expected to run into her. Especially not like this. Either way, she was staring at him, and he did the only thing he could think of and played the part.
    “Um. Hi. You…uh…have a plumbing issue?” he asked.
    “Yes. Our kitchen sink. Did you not bring your long snake?”
    His cock throbbed. Oh he had a snake for her all right. And he had to figure out a way to get the hell out of here. No way was he going to strip for Blue-Eyed Betty.  “It’s in the car. I wanted to see if we could clean out your pipes without it first.”
    Everything he said sounded dirty. It’s damn difficult to think clean thoughts with a silk string up your ass.
    “Oh. Okay. I’ll show you where it is.”
    She didn’t recognize him. Or she did and she didn’t care. He was immediately relieved, but then annoyance started to trickle in. Hadn’t he meant as much to her as she did to him? He was about to out himself just to remind her how she begged him not to leave, then she turned around.
    Dressed in a snug tank top and yoga pants that hugged a luscious ass, Nate drew in deep breaths and conjured images of Edna from the nursing home to try and get the situation under control.
    Then they were both standing in the kitchen with a sink full of water in front of them. With a plastic drain snake and a plunger alongside.
    Betty pointed to the sink. “Right there.”
    Oh. Right . Nate put his tool box on the floor and looked in the sink. “Definitely clogged.”
    Betty looked at him like he was slow. “That would be why we called a plumber.”
    “Right.” Nate pointed to his uniform that had a generic wrench icon on it. “That would be why I’m wearing this.”
    He really hoped she didn’t notice that his pants had snaps on the side. He also hoped he didn’t accidentally pop one open as he knelt down and opened up the cabinet doors below the sink. He knew the big grey cylinder was the garbage disposal, and he knew the pipes led into it. Pulling his wrench from his pocket he thanked his lucky stars it was the correct size for the pipes. He might actually be able to fix this and get out without Betty knowing what he was.
    But he’d get in trouble for not performing his duties. Surely this Angela Dennis person would expect him to get naked. Peeking out from behind the cabinet door, he saw Betty watching him.
    She still didn’t look like she recognized him. Maybe he could do his job, and she’d be none the wiser that they knew each other. It had been nearly a decade. Just because he’d nearly gone blind from masturbating to the girl’s memory didn’t mean she even remembered his name.
    That’s it. He’d think of the old ladies golf clapping for him to keep his erection at bay, and he’d strip and get the hell out.
    Reaching for his tool kit he rubbed the old scar on his neck. It was a nervous habit he’d never been able to shake, and getting ready to get naked for Betty for the first time in a decade had him trembling in his work boots. Would she recognize his dick? Did chicks remember stuff like that? Nate hoped not as he steeled his nerves and flipped open the latch.
    “Oh my god. Nate? Is that really you? The scar on your neck is from when the spot light slipped junior year. It is you.” She cleared her throat. “When did you get back to the states? I heard rumors you were staying in England these days.”
    He flipped the latch back closed.
    Should he deny it? He stood and faced her with a war in his head. What the hell was he supposed to do here?
    “Nate