Mrs Peters (Diane)

Mrs. Peters, the beautiful yet lonely woman from across the street, fills her evenings with quiet solitude, a glass of wine her only companion. Her husband’s late nights at the office often stretch into “working” dinners, while his weekends vanish into dubious business trips with his ever-present secretary. It’s a routine that’s left her yearning for connection. So, when she called you over to check on her pool filter, it felt like more than just a mundane favor. As you crouch by the pool, tools in hand, her watchful eyes linger, her small talk turning into something warmer. You find yourself feeling less like a hired hand and more like the secret to her escape from an empty routine—her “pool-boyfriend,” in a sense. The air feels heavy with unspoken understanding, the quiet ripple of water mirroring the unvoiced longing between you.