Nunkies Plumbers Helper
                    by Beverly Turner
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 You are lying in bed, dreaming of Nunkies when a shrieking voice awakens
 you. "There's water all over the bathroom floor, and it's soaking the hall
 carpet!" Of course you have to get up and see what the matter is. The lack
 of any male person in the area, tells you that it has to be really bad. You
 get to the bathroom, and notice two inches of water covering the entire
 surface, and a generous amount soaking the carpet. You sigh, and begin
 damage control. Just when you think things couldn't get any worse, you hear
 a knock at the door. You are still in pajamas, and your hair looks like you
 stuck you finger in a light socket, so you decide to ignore the knock
 (maybe they'll go away?) The knock persists, and becomes louder, so you
 answer the door (even though you know you look awful).

 You open the door, and find a slightly singed Nunkies standing there. Not
 only do you feel ashamed by the way you look, but also for making him stand
 outside in the rising sun. You invite him in (of course) and apologize for
 your appearance, and for shamefully making him wait. He tells you that you
 look fine to him, and excuses you for your tardiness. Nunkies opens your
 front door again, and three men walk inside, one obviously a plumber, and
 two carrying Mops and buckets.

 "You are working too hard, my little wilted flower!" He says, "Now into the
 master bath with you!" You don't want to argue with Nunkies, so you retreat
 to the master bath. When you arrive you see a hot steaming bath has been
 drawn, and  scented candles have been lit all around the tub.
 Nunkies asks you if you need any help removing your garments, but you
 explain that since your fantasy must remain PG-13, you better remove them
 yourself.

 Nunkies leaves for a moment, and you use the time to undress, and slip into
 the warm water. Nunkies returns shortly with a chair, and your favorite
 book of poetry. You close your eyes, and listen to the soothing tones of
 his voice. After about fifteen minutes he stops reading. You open your eyes
 to see what's going on, and notice he has dropped the book onto the chair,
 and is now standing next to the tub holding a loofa. "I can't have any of
 my addicts running around with dirty backs, now can I?" He asks as he
 stoops down and begins scrubbing your back gently.

 Okay, that's where the Pg-13 part stops, for the rest of the story, use
 your imagination.
 
 B.J. (Beverly) Turner <klturner@isat.com>
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