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sweaty fingers. She fixed back of her dressing gown and the draft raised ash from the overfilled ashtray.
    “Damn it, messy again!” Sabina whispered as she approached the door. Whoever was waiting on the other side would just have to put up with ash and dirty curtains, and a carpet full of crumbs. And, above all, with a tired Sabina.
A stick in their eye!
They should be happy that she opened at all.
    Sabina unlocked the door and opened it a little. The plumber was waiting outside. How could she have forgotten? Foul smelling water was draining from under the bathtub. Janusz wasn’t able to fix it—not that he could fix anything anyway. He always had to call a repairman. Only when she saw the guy at the door did Sabina remember that her husband had warned her.
    “The plumber will come on Thursday, between ten and twelve,” he’d mumbled, still angry from the quarrel they’d just had. Honestly? She had her reasons. She’d fallen on the wet floor and hurt her tailbone. She’d barely managed to get up, crawling on her knees to the washbasin.
    “Fuck, why didn’t you put a towel down in here, you idiot!” she yelled at her husband, while he hung his head, as usual. Bloody coward.
    Now it was ten o’clock and a plumber in blue overalls and a baseball cap emblazoned with hornets stood there. Yellow and hornets with teeth. He was far too old for such a hat like that. Sabina greeted him eagerly and let him into the hall. The plumber lugged a box full of tools inside and headed to the bathroom.
    “Here’s the bathtub, something’s leaking from the bottom,” Sabina said and he nodded in agreement. He slowly kneeled down and mumbled something. He nodded again to let her know that he knew what was wrong, then once more focused on inspecting the bathtub. Sabina hastily retreated to the bedroom.
    She threw the dressing gown aside and then chucked her nightdress off. She saw her reflection in the mirror.
Hideous creature
, she thought. Her breasts, dangling like cow udders, were the worst. Sabina bundled them into a bra and covered them with her butterfly-patterned blouse. At once she felt better. She put on a denim mini as well. It was frayed on the edges. And far too short, as her neighbours, clad in homespun long skirts liked to say. But Sabina disagreed. She liked the way the long threads tickled her legs. Besides, she didn’t really look forty, did she? She applied some roll-on deodorant. Used her brush. Did her hair. Sprayed some shitty, cheap perfume behind her ears. Prepared, she came back to the bathroom, where the plumber was working hard on the leak.
    “Oh, it looks serious,” Sabina said, theatrically upset.
    “No-o, in a moment it’ll be okay.” The man wiped his hands on his thighs and started screwing something in place.
    “You’re very efficient,” she said, acting delighted. She bent over the plumber, who was kneeling on the floor. She examined the bathtub, leaning her hand on his arm. It was hard. Lightly tanned. So perfect just to squeeze it with your hands and scratch with your nails. She barely resisted the temptation.
    “I’m done. If you let me go, I’ll put it on,” the man glanced at Sabina in a strange way. Almost contemptuously. Or maybe she was misinterpreting. Eh... in the past she’d only had to wiggle her hips and men had known what to do. This one expected her give herself to him on a silver platter. Dope.
    Sabina got up and sat on the washing machine. She felt the chill of the metal lid on her buttocks. Her skirt was very short. For a moment she wondered how her floppy arse looked in it... better not to think. An ass is an ass. She leaned backwards and fixed her hair. In the end that was what drew the plumber’s attention.
    “Well, boy?” Sabina said shamelessly. “Are we going whole hog?” She spread her legs. She had no panties on.
    The plumber got up quickly and franticly began packing his tools. Sabina felt like laughing when she saw him peeking at her thighs over and