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Lusty Liaisons: Pipe Dreams (1/6)
29 votesAuthor: jmsnyder Published: 2/14/2007 story views: 1999
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PIPE DREAMS
by J.M. Snyder
Paul woke to find the kitchen sink stopped up, filled with dingy, gray, stagnant dishwater. Tossing a towel at the mess, he hollered for his roommate. "Corey!"
No answer, of course. Last night Corey had sworn the sink wasn't clogged. "Just give it a few hours," he'd said.
Paul should've known better than to believe him. How am I supposed to clean this up? he wondered. And where the hell was Corey, anyway?
As if in reply, the phone rang.
"Not now," Paul growled as he gingerly fished the towel from the water. The phone rang again, shrill, insistent. "I said not now!"
The answering machine clicked on, and Corey's bright voice filled the apartment. "Hey, Paul. I just wanted to tell you the kitchen sink is clogged "
No shit. Dropping the towel on the counter, Paul hurried to reach the phone before Corey could hang up. "You're right," his roommate was saying, "we don't have a garbage disposal. The plumber's on his way, if you could just wait 'til he shows up? Oh, and I'm out of cash, so if you could pay him and let me know what I owe you? Thanks."
Paul snatched up the phone. "Oh no you don't --"
But Corey was gone, and a steady dial tone hummed in his ear. Paul slammed the receiver down in disgust. Why did this shit always happen?
So now my day's shot, Paul thought as he replayed Corey's message. What a lovely morning it was turning out to be, and he wasn't even dressed yet. I should've stayed in bed.
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When the plumber arrived some time later, Paul still wore the paper-thin boxer shorts and threadbare T-shirt he had slept in. Maybe he could pull on a pair of jeans real quick …
But the heavy knock on the front door demanded an answer. The hell with it -- he could dress while the plumber worked on the sink. Snatching a clean towel to wipe his hands, he called out, "I'm coming."
He opened the door to find a young man on the step, shifting anxiously from foot to foot. Paul's frustration and anger dispersed like a dandelion gone to seed -- he knew this guy, and that sunny smile brought with it a rush of memories that took Paul's breath away. Ethan, that was his name. It was written on his shirt. "Hey, man," Ethan drawled. "This the Bryant place?"
He used to be blonde back in high school, Paul thought suddenly. Short
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