Possibly the most disturbing job I ever had to do was for an elderly gentleman in Maurys Lane, West Wellow, refined type of fellow, a university lecturer. He showed me to the item I was doing some maintenance work on, which had three calendars on the wall above it. Hardcore gay calendars to be precise, showing graphic photos of young chaps with massive erections, and I dont mean buildings. He then complimented me on my looks and asked whether I was single.
Didnt take long, that job, for some reason I flew through it. And when he asked for the bill I said "I'll post an invoice sir" microseconds before legging it.