Actually, this saved my ass the other night:
Have you noticed more fuzzy-faced men lately?
Just before I shut things down and went to bed circa 10 p.m., the property caretaker was over here getting some stuff he needed for an emergency repair on another property. He left, after which I shut things down and went to bed.
About 1:00 a.m., wherever he was, he decided he'd forgotten something, and as his wife in town was closer to here than he was, he telephoned her to come here, pick it up, and take it to him.
She came into the house and made a lot of noise so as to wake me up.
She's in her late 20s, good svelte body, jugs just the right size and firm, a pleasant person, a teacher at the local elementary school. She doesn't know me all that well yet, and it took her a while to remember I'm deaf; I wouldn't hear her no matter how much noise she made.
So she walked into the bedroom and turned on the overhead light.
Oh Hell.
Retaining my nerves of steel and good eye-contact, I asked her what she wanted, and she told me. It was a tool on the counter in the kitchen, and I took her to it.
Then, to keep her from further noticing something I didn't want her to see--she's after all a well-bred, respectable woman--maintaining the eye-contact, I rubbed my chin and apologized that I looked a little scruffy, as I hadn't shaved for four days, being ill with a bad cold.