“Look,” he walked around me and sat down in the chair right in front of me, we had our heads almost at his knees, “I'll give you a choice,” he leaned his elbows on his knees and leaned toward me, “I'll give you a choice. Either you wipe it, and then once again, iron it, “he waved at a full laundry basket,” then you wash the windows, and so on, and so on, “he calculated another job,” or you let me in your panties too! “He finally said an alternative, which I couldn't, just so, agree.
