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Every job is a little different and has its unique challenges. Sometimes it's the customer, sometimes it's the age of the house, and sometimes it's just unexpected issues that come up once the job is started. On occasion, a simple job becomes more involved due to additional requests by the customer to make changes or do something else while I'm there. Most requests are simple, some are unreasonable and some are just odd.This one was odd...*****The house was an old three-story on a narrow lot jammed between a few dozen similar homes. Two upper stories with old wooden windows looked out over the enclosed veranda and the aged cladding on the exterior walls was chipped, cracked and coming off, the facade showing the age of the structure.Each floor was a separate suite with separate tenants, and I had been asked to fix a leak on the second floor. The tenant was a snarly old bastard and it took a long time for him to let me in for the repair, agreeing only after I left and returned with a six-pack of beer.The leak was a simple fix at the bathroom tap and drains, taking longer than needed due to Old Snarly not shutting up the entire time. He endlessly complained, starting with the landlord and the government and ending with a hushed narrative about his upstairs neighbour - The Witch- as he called her quietly.?She scares me, that one,? he confessed. ?And I don?t scare easy, ya know? One time I told her to keep the noise down? some weird chanting shit?? he took a breath. ?And right after I had the shits for a week solid! Put some kind of hex on me, that?? his voice went quiet. ??fucking witch!??A hex?? I asked.?Yup, a fucking spell? or curse? or voodoo type shit! Thought I would shit my innards out, let me tell you!?I chuckled and tried not to laugh as he looked at me with a serious expression.?Hey, it ain?t funny! I almost died... couldn?t eat, couldn?t drink no beer or whiskey, just blew right through me!??Because you asked her to keep the noise down and she put a hex on Ankara bayan escort you???Damn straight. Now, let me tell you about??I picked up my tools and went to the door.?Sorry, but I have to go,? I lied. ?I have another job waiting. Was nice talking, well, listening to you.??Yeah, yeah, you got shit to fix,? he nodded.I was closing the door behind me when he stuck his foot in and peeked out.?You watch out for The Witch,? he warned. ?She?s always slinking around here somewhere.?He pulled his foot out and slammed the door shut before I could thank him for the warning.?You the repair guy?? the voice behind me asked.I turned to see a young woman sitting at the top of the aged wooden stairs, looking down at me with her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her hands.?Uh, yeah,? I replied.?Can you do something for me???Depends. I was only hired to fix his leak,? I explained. ?What do you need???Nothing. I want something done, though.?She stood up and crossed her arms, tilted her head and leaned against the wall.?So??She had dark eyes, dark hair, piercings and tattoos and was wearing black shorts over black fishnets and a black t-shirt with some kind of death metal band design on it. A sexy Goth girl without a smile, always one of my favourites.?Sure,? I shrugged as I climbed the stairs. ?Lead the way.?She turned and I followed her through the door, closing it behind me before stepping past the tiny entryway. The suite was dark and cluttered but smelled fresh and the floors looked clean, decorated with an eclectic mix of black and purple upholstered furniture. Leather, lace, satin and plush faux fur adorned the dark wood and black enamel of the furniture surrounding the square black coffee table in the middle of the room.I watched as she moved the heavy table off of the black circular area rug, picked up the edge of the rug and rolled it up. She slid it against the wall and stood up, pointing at the floor.?I need a pentagram Escort bayan Ankara here,? she stated.?You mean a pentacle?? I asked.?Huh???A pentacle. A pentagram with a circle around it???Oh, yeah,? she nodded. ?A pentacle.??Painted or vinyl sticker???What???Do you want it painted on, which the landlord won?t approve, or a vinyl sticker that can be removed without damaging the floor???What?s cheaper???Well, paint is cheaper but time-consuming. The design needs to be taped off. A vinyl sticker is a little more money but easy to put down and remove.??Paint.??How many colours???Just one, either red or orange.??How big???Has to fit under the rug,? she replied as she pointed at the roll against the wall.?How much do you want to spend?? I asked.?How much to do it?? she asked back.?Do you want a border? A black or purple edge? Or anything else? The more involved the more the cost.?She tilted her head and sighed as she hooked her thumbs into the top of her shorts.?I got $100. Almost.?I looked her over as she stood quietly and rocked on her heels.?Tell you what. I find you interesting and intriguing so I?ll help you out with this,? I offered. ?IF you never tell anyone I painted it and for $100. Almost.?The corners of her mouth lifted slightly and her eyes softened as she nodded in agreement.?When do you want it done?? I asked.?I need it before the first of May.??Hmm, that?s next Saturday,? I mused. ?I can do it on Thursday and Friday, in the evening.??That?s cool,? she nodded. ?But why twice???Two coats and a clear so it looks good and doesn?t rub off from the rug.?She shrugged and nodded.?One more thing,? I added as I offered my hand. ?I?m J.??Missy,? she replied as she shook my fingers.?Missy. See you on Thursday around seven.?She nodded in silent agreement.*****As I passed the second floor Thursday evening the door opened and Old Snarly stuck his head out.?You watch your back up there,? he warned quietly. ?Don?t let her put a hex Bayan escort Ankara on you!??I?ll be careful,? I assured him as I continued up the stairs.Missy was waiting with the door open and gestured for me to come inside, closing the door behind me. She was wearing a black mini skirt, fishnets and a black crop top. The silver piercing in her belly button caught my eye and I wondered if her nipples matched.The table and rug were pushed against the wall so I dropped down the sheet I brought to put my brushes and supplies on.?I need to measure the rug,? I explained as I pulled the roll out and spread it open.?Oh.?I measured, rolled it up and put it back along the wall. As I marked out the design Missy turned on some music, perched herself on the edge of the black leather couch and watched. Instead of death metal or Depeche Mode the muted notes of instrumental flutes floated in the air. Soon I had the design taped out and was ready to paint.?Look good?? I asked. ?If you want anything changed it has to be now.??That looks good,? she answered with a nod.I focused on painting, struggling to not be distracted by the fishnet stockings and black silk visible under her short skirt as she sat on the edge of the couch. It rode up her thighs and I had a clear view as I kneeled on the floor. I could feel her eyes on me as I worked and each time I glanced up more of the black silk was visible as her legs slowly parted wider. As I finished she moved to another chair, picked up a thick book bound in aged leather and began reading.?I will do another coat in a few minutes,? I told her. ?Just needs to flash dry.?She looked at me over the book and tilted her head to one side.?How tall are you?? she asked.?Six foot two,? I replied.?You look very healthy.??Thanks, I am,? I replied. ?You???Yeah,? she replied as she returned to the book.After the second coat, I cleaned up, pulled the tape off and checked the edges. The flame orange looked good, but it needed an outline. I chose a light yellow and carefully trimmed in along all the edges, giving the pentacle a finishing touch.?There you go,? I announced as I stood up.She put the book aside, stood up and walked around the pentacle slowly.?It?s perfect,? she praised.?Make sure nothing touches it,? I warned. ?I will stop by tomorrow night to finish it.?