Page 32 of Puck with Karma
“What the hell happened?” This other guy walks through the bedroom and straight to the bathroom. “Holy mother of God!”
There’s some splashing going on, then he and Bart start discussing the situation.
“How would the water spill out of the tub like this?” the new guy asks in disbelief. “Who just leaves the water running like that?”
I feel my face burning up at hearing that. Xander and I were so caught up in the moment, neither one of us cared about the faucet still running or that we were splashing water onto the tiled floor.
“Those two?” the guy now asks when Burt, in a much quieter voice, explains who caused all the ruckus.
We can hear him walking through the water that is now also spilling into the bedroom, soaking up the carpet inch by inch.
The guy shows up in the doorway, his eyes just watching us in disbelief. He looks us up and down, noticing the wet clothes. He squints a little, looking like he wants to snap at us, but then he takes a deep breath in and tries to regroup.
“What the hell did you two try to do? Take a bath on the floor?” His arms are moving around in distress when he speaks. “That’s what the tub is for. It is abathtub. It was invented for taking baths.”
The moment is so embarrassing, I’m not sure if I want to burst into laughter or into tears. Either one would work at this point. Instead, I choose to hide my face into Xander’s chest, wincing a bit when my forehead makes contact with his wet t-shirt. It feels cold by now, and I can only imagine that he is freezing. Now that I think of it, I am starting to get cold in my wet clothes as well.
“Just put it on my tab,” Xander snaps at him. “Not like I’m not good for it.”
I wince at the reminder that we did a lot of damage. The orgasm he gave me while in the middle of all this storm was totally worth it though. I never experienced anything like it in my life. I had a few sexual partners over the years, and I was able to come. But not like this, never like this. Not to mention, poor Wesley, who is the last one I had sex with before now, was never able to make me come. I was close a few times, but, in the end, I had to fake it.
“That’s not even the point,” the guy gets more animated. “Do you know how hard it is to find workers? It’ll take a while to get all this fixed. And it’s worse down below than it is here.”
“It’s true,” the guy Xander beat up chimes in. “Water running in the tub. From the ceiling. No faucet on.”
I finally can’t hold it back any longer. At first, it’s a loud snort from my efforts not to laugh. That’s followed by me burying myface into Xander’s chest, shoulders shaking , fingers clenching into his wet t-shirt.
“It is a little funny,” Xander shrugs when they’re probably all looking at me like I’m crazy. I don’t dare to glance around us. “Not like we did it on purpose,” he adds. Now he sounds like he’s having a hard time holding back the laughter as well.
There’s a snicker sounding from the side, presumably from the one guy whose identity I still don’t know. Before you know it, the three of us are laughing our heads off while Burt, the doorman, along with the man who I assume is the building superintendent are just staring at us in disbelief.
“Dude.” Xander’s buddy is bent over, hands on his knees, laughing. “This is epic. Coach is gonna kick your ass for days.”
Jesus, he must be a teammate. This is great. Today was my first day on the job, and I’ve already had two players seeing me naked. One of them more than the other.
“Just keep your fucking mouth shut,” Xander instructs in between fits of laughter as he squeezes my face against his chest.
“I can’t.” The other guy continues laughing. “Where am I gonna live while this is fixed?”
“Why can’t you live in your apartment?”
That’s a valid question. I am confused as well. I stop laughing and push myself away from Xander so that I can see this guy a little better.
“The ceiling is peeling off already, man,” he tells Xander, eyes almost popping out of his head. “What if I’m in there taking a piss, and your tub falls on my head?”
He is dead serious when he asks that, which, in turn, is causing me another fit of laughter.
“Stop laughing,” Xander pulls on my hair teasingly.
“He has a point though,” I manage to say. “What if you land in his bathroom with the tub?”
“The ceiling in my bedroom is wet, too,” the guy inserts himself in our conversation. “Dripping on my bed.”
My face drops in surprise. How did we do this much damage in such a short period of time?
Xander takes a few moments to mull things over.
“So just sleep in the spare bedroom and use your guest bathroom until the other one is fixed.” He turns his head to look at me, a grin on his face, happy that he solved the problem.
