With that, Harry walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, rinsed himself off, and then put on his plumber's uniform. Picking up his toolbox, he followed Margaret as she tiptoed downstairs, both of them cautiously scanning their surroundings, afraid that Caleb might suddenly reappear and catch them off guard.
"Harry! Today... today you must be satisfied, right?... Since I was young, countless men have liked me, admired me, wanted to have me. But you... you're the only man besides my husband who's ever gotten me! Now, can you delete those videos of me?"
Just as they reached the door, Margaret suddenly grabbed Harry's hand, her face tense as she asked him.
"Sorry, dear Mrs. Margaret, I was afraid you might set me up today, so I didn't bring the phone with those videos. When I get back, I promise I'll delete all of them, alright?"
Harry chuckled inwardly, giving Margaret a half-hearted answer.
