26-02-2023, 11:09 AM
After making a mental note to call up Shafi after work and apologize, I got back to work. A lot of work. In the middle of that, I got a text from Ritu.
- Sink ok now. Thanks. Sorry for yelling. I was a little drunk.
I had no idea if my wife was making a sarcastic Denise reference or if she was serious about being drunk at 3 PM. Either was possible. Being home alone for lunch everyday, with me at work at Che at college, she had started having a glass of wine or two just to help her calm down. Which I didn't think much of. I often had a glass of wine with business lunches. But what I noticed on my last visit home was that the wine shelf was a lot emptier than just a drink or two per day would indicate. I did not bring it up. But it did seem like Ritu had started to drink more than usual to cope with her situation.
"Sorry I was such a bitch." she guiltily grinned that night when I video called her from my service apartment.
"It's okay honey, I understand."
"You must have really let Shafi have it. He came way quicker than I expected. Usually they take at least 24 hours."
"Yeah, I should apologize."
"No need to apologize and all. It's his job. Besides he was kind of rude and also a little creepy, though he did fix the sink."
"What? Creepy?"
"Little creepy, nothing drastic. For a little while I was wearing just my robe and my body was half wet and I caught him leering at me."
"You were wearing just your robe and your...what???"
"Hehe." she giggled. "After yelling at you, I got in a bubble bath with a bottle of wine..."
Notice she said bottle not glass. She continued,
"...bottle of wine and candles and I was nicely buzzed with the doorbell rang. I thought it was one of the bath salts I had ordered, so just threw on a robe and ran to the door. But it was Shafi, with his tool trolley. Said he was here at your orders. Looked a bit sulky, not his usual smiling self."
I imagined how my wife's voluptuous body, right out of a bath, must have looked with just a robe wrapped around it. It seemed like the start of a million porn videos. The handyman and the frustrated housewife just out of a bath.
"Anyway, while he went to the kitchen, I was walking to the bedroom to dry up and get dressed. When I noticed his reflection in the display shelf on my way, I saw he was just staring at me."
"At your butt probably."
"Shut up!"
"What? It is not news to you that men admire your butt all the time. You put it in a damp robe and of course a guy is going to stare, especially if he thinks you are facing away from him."
"Yeah. Well, anyway, I got dressed and came out. And watched his work and told him all my theories and suggestions..."
Ritu's analytical decision making mental energy, unused without a job, had found its outlet in plumbing research. She had been reading a lot of forums and watching videos since these troubles started with the kitchen recently. And given her outspoken and opinionated nature, she did not feel shy sharing her thoughts with the maintenance staff, especially Shafi. From what I heard, the sexist pigs were not thrilled by a woman backseat driving their work, although men do it all the time.
"He was half listening and, well, subtly checking me out still!"
"What were you wearing?"
"Jeans, simple t-shirt. Nothing skimpy. And again, nothing blatant or past the line. But coming close to the line. Like looking away from my face to my chest for a noticeable split second. Things like that."
"Hope that didn't add to your stress."
"Hehe, honestly, it relieved it. Maybe it was the tipsiness from the wine. The fact that I had spent half a minute with him naked under my robe. Also, well, he isn't someone a woman would kick out of bed. Hehehe."
I don't know about the afternoon, but Ritu was definitely drunk that night. I could not imagine her making such a comment off-hand. It was so out of character from her Type A always in charge almost headmistress-like personality that I felt a little turned on.
"Maybe you should cash in your free pass on him then!" I said, impulsively.
There was a short pause and then she said,
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? Use it up on some random plumber fellow. No, I am going to save it up for some hunky billionaire VC to fund my start-up. Maybe on his yacht."
This was one of those things that neither of us were sure about it being a joke or a taunt or something even remotely serious. In the aftermath of Denisegate, this following conversation had happened two years ago.
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- Sink ok now. Thanks. Sorry for yelling. I was a little drunk.
I had no idea if my wife was making a sarcastic Denise reference or if she was serious about being drunk at 3 PM. Either was possible. Being home alone for lunch everyday, with me at work at Che at college, she had started having a glass of wine or two just to help her calm down. Which I didn't think much of. I often had a glass of wine with business lunches. But what I noticed on my last visit home was that the wine shelf was a lot emptier than just a drink or two per day would indicate. I did not bring it up. But it did seem like Ritu had started to drink more than usual to cope with her situation.
"Sorry I was such a bitch." she guiltily grinned that night when I video called her from my service apartment.
"It's okay honey, I understand."
"You must have really let Shafi have it. He came way quicker than I expected. Usually they take at least 24 hours."
"Yeah, I should apologize."
"No need to apologize and all. It's his job. Besides he was kind of rude and also a little creepy, though he did fix the sink."
"What? Creepy?"
"Little creepy, nothing drastic. For a little while I was wearing just my robe and my body was half wet and I caught him leering at me."
"You were wearing just your robe and your...what???"
"Hehe." she giggled. "After yelling at you, I got in a bubble bath with a bottle of wine..."
Notice she said bottle not glass. She continued,
"...bottle of wine and candles and I was nicely buzzed with the doorbell rang. I thought it was one of the bath salts I had ordered, so just threw on a robe and ran to the door. But it was Shafi, with his tool trolley. Said he was here at your orders. Looked a bit sulky, not his usual smiling self."
I imagined how my wife's voluptuous body, right out of a bath, must have looked with just a robe wrapped around it. It seemed like the start of a million porn videos. The handyman and the frustrated housewife just out of a bath.
"Anyway, while he went to the kitchen, I was walking to the bedroom to dry up and get dressed. When I noticed his reflection in the display shelf on my way, I saw he was just staring at me."
"At your butt probably."
"Shut up!"
"What? It is not news to you that men admire your butt all the time. You put it in a damp robe and of course a guy is going to stare, especially if he thinks you are facing away from him."
"Yeah. Well, anyway, I got dressed and came out. And watched his work and told him all my theories and suggestions..."
Ritu's analytical decision making mental energy, unused without a job, had found its outlet in plumbing research. She had been reading a lot of forums and watching videos since these troubles started with the kitchen recently. And given her outspoken and opinionated nature, she did not feel shy sharing her thoughts with the maintenance staff, especially Shafi. From what I heard, the sexist pigs were not thrilled by a woman backseat driving their work, although men do it all the time.
"He was half listening and, well, subtly checking me out still!"
"What were you wearing?"
"Jeans, simple t-shirt. Nothing skimpy. And again, nothing blatant or past the line. But coming close to the line. Like looking away from my face to my chest for a noticeable split second. Things like that."
"Hope that didn't add to your stress."
"Hehe, honestly, it relieved it. Maybe it was the tipsiness from the wine. The fact that I had spent half a minute with him naked under my robe. Also, well, he isn't someone a woman would kick out of bed. Hehehe."
I don't know about the afternoon, but Ritu was definitely drunk that night. I could not imagine her making such a comment off-hand. It was so out of character from her Type A always in charge almost headmistress-like personality that I felt a little turned on.
"Maybe you should cash in your free pass on him then!" I said, impulsively.
There was a short pause and then she said,
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? Use it up on some random plumber fellow. No, I am going to save it up for some hunky billionaire VC to fund my start-up. Maybe on his yacht."
This was one of those things that neither of us were sure about it being a joke or a taunt or something even remotely serious. In the aftermath of Denisegate, this following conversation had happened two years ago.
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