TV Repairman
TV REPAIRMAN by kimmie oh The doorbell rang, and Billy padded barefoot over the hardwood floor of his apartment. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. Then he took a deep breath, smiled, and opened the door. He felt a blast of January cold on his rather scantily clad body. In the vestibule stood a tall, good-looking older man in worn work clothes. The man gave Billy a quick once-over and Billy held his breath. He wondered if he had gone too far: the...