It was early in that morning of the following day when he became aware of his blessing. It started as the telephone clinked in earnestness. Yarilo's father, then grey in hair, picked up the receiver and hysterical words screamed in his ears, "Try getting a plumber in Flatbush when you need one! One by one they promised, and did they show up? No..." The words babbled on, ending with the promise to the old man that he would attend to the matter.
The monk's tearful phrases told of his father's explanation to him. That a good neighbor, a perky redhead called Kitty, a blessing from that Emerald Island, had a plumbing problem. Namely, it was a blocked sink on her washing day, and that plumbers were as scarce as leprechauns. Also, her darling man of a husband was on double shift at the bar with his drinking buddies and was not available.
Yarilo, despite his protests, was forced to gather his tools and proceed post haste to the task at Kitty's apartment. There, said the monk, "I found myself in those morning hours knocking hard on the door of my neighbor's apartment."
The friar then whispered to the patroness the description of Kitty: "She was a cheerful creature, red in hair and freckled in delighful features; her well formed yet petite body belied her middling years and motherhood of three bairns. A real pretty sight, if I do say so."
"To shorten the story," continued the monk, "Kitty explained the problem of a blocked drain under the laundry sink. I arranged my tools and set to work. There under that sink in the sweat of my labours the demon Pheronome or Pherien whatever embraced me with his odour."
The celibate cried out to Saint Dziewona, "Before I was able to tighted the last nut Kitty went through a strange transformation. Her nose sniffed and sniffed. Then her orbs lifted up and her rosebuds hardened, which popped the buttons on her blouse. Lust was etched in her eyes and she took in breaths of sexual craving. And before I could utter the finishing of the job, Kitty was yanking at my trousers and I felt the coolness of touch, which hardened my prica.
"I felt the softness of Kitty's buttocks as she sat on the spread of my hairy legs. Her hand had grabbed my tool with zest and was rubbing it around the lips to her cunny that demanded entrance. Then with a scream of delight the deary plunged the hard rod deep into her moist passage. All I felt was the pumping to my loins and heard her moans of pleasure till I jerked to the spurting of my seed.
"Without much adieu Kitty lifted herself from my legs and allowed me to slide from under the sink. She threw me a kitchen towel and, without shame, watched me wiping my dripping prica. Nor did she take care in standing half-naked next to me. After I had arranged my trousers she simply asked me how much she owed for the plumbing job. But when I heard the repeated sound of 'sniff, sniff' and saw the hardening of her nipples I ran to the entrance, without bothering to grab the cash."
