An Odd Sexual Experience

I’m a repair field technician. That means I go anywhere the problem is. Businesses, warehouses, homes, wherever.

One time I was assigned to a lakefront house to repair a computer and a young man answered the door. He showed me where the computer was and announced he had to go out, but his sister would check my work when I was finished.

“Brandon” called up the stairs to “Brenda” that he was leaving and the computer tech (me) would let her know when I was done so she could check it out (it was her computer as it turned out). She yelled back “Ok” and he left.

I got to work and was about halfway done when I heard feet softly padding down the stairs. I turned and the sister was in bare feet…

and dripping wet from a shower…

and wearing nothing but a too, too small towel wrapped around her and a grin…

and seemed to look about sixteen years old.

(Oh SHIT!)

Now the rules about my job state a responsible adult had to be in the home when I was working. If no “adult” (meaning over 21 in my US State) was there, I was not to go inside.

I had assumed the sister was older than her brother. If I had known “Brenda” was younger than “Brandon”, I would have told him I couldn’t be in a house alone with a minor. But I didn’t know that when he left.

Now the computer is completely disassembled all over the kitchen table, and a partially nude minor is standing uncomfortably close to me, and has no idea the terrible position I’m in.

If I stay and finish the work, I violate my work ethic (I could almost certainly be fired).

If anyone saw us from the kitchen window which looks over a busy beach in this lake community, the cops could/would/should be called and I probably would be arrested just for how it looked alone, I’d get an arrest record even if found not guilty, my wife would divorce me and I’d never get another job as a field tech.

And this is based on NOTHING HAPPENING!

I stumbled over my words asking too-young Brenda if she might want to get dressed before coming downstairs so I can complete my work.

I was risking losing my job here by not leaving, but I thought it best to not leave work half-done. She might get angry I left her computer in a hundred pieces and yelled bloody murder. So I kept my eyes on my work and completed it in record time (it’s amazing what can be done with the right inspiration).

I gathered my tools, left the computer running to prove it worked, started for the front door, called to Brenda I was finished (not literally I hoped) and I would wait outside while she made a final check of her files. It felt like an hour and I was sweating bullets hoping she wouldn’t ask me to come back in.

Finally, she came out (fully dressed, thank god!) and said everything worked fine. So I thanked her and started leaving. Brenda called back to ask what was wrong with us being in the house alone. I diplomatically explained the rules of my job, her age, and the repercussions that would have affected me for the rest of my life. She thought for a second, shrugged and just turned to go back in her house.

I sat in my car, closed my eyes, and shook for a few minutes for what might have happened. And when I looked back up, Brenda was tapping at my window with an envelope. I rolled down my window, and she handed it to me, winked, twirled around with her hair flying, and went back inside without saying a word.

To this day I still haven’t opened the envelope.