the ultimate "girl porn" - multiple acts comprising a fantasy

In case anyone's wondering, girl porn is like guy porn to the extent that it depicts fantasies of life in a world where people live only to please you. But the plots are much, much more sophisticated. Sometimes the plots are downright subtle. Let's visit:

A nice-looking man, fully and neatly clothed, is at the sink, rinsing large cooking tools.
He speaks:

Honey, tell me where these go before I put them in the wrong place.

An average-looking woman, a few pounds beyond svelte and a few days short of really needing a good haircut, answers:

The whisks go in the whisk drawer, silly, but the large fork goes with the other barbecue tools, and the locking tongs go next to the whisk.

He smiles, opens the right drawers, checks carefully that no spots or specks were missed during washing, and puts each item in the right place.

Note what does not happen: he does not ask what a whisk is, where the whisk drawer is and whether so many whisks in so many sizes are really necessary. Nor does he inquire after the whereabouts of the barbecue tools, neither does he look like he's even wondering what a locking tongs is. Girl porn is subtle. Pay attention.

 He speaks again:

I could use another cup of coffee. I'll make some when I'm done here, would you like some?

She:

Thanks, but this time of night I'd really rather have herbal tea.

He:

No problem, coming right up. Want lemon with it or lime?

Again, note what doesn't happen: he doesn't moan about putting another pot on the stove, he doesn't ask where the herbal tea is, and he knows what flavor she likes late at night.

We move on, same setting, same couple. The doorbell rings:

He:

Don't get up, I'll get it. It's probably the plumber.

She:

Right on time, too!

He:

Well, I should hope so after all the trouble I took explaining how busy you are and that you don't have time to wait for the tail end of a 12-hour time frame.

He opens the door and the Plumber is there. The Plumber speaks:

Before I take my shoes off, is this the door closest to the problem, or should I go to another entrance?

She:

No, that's fine. 

Plumber:

Thanks, the office notes on the problem are a little unclear. Would you mind explaining it to me once more? I don't want to waste time looking for the wrong thing.

She:

Sure, I've noticed a decrease in pressure in the bathroom faucets, and I think it may be due to a frammis in the rackafratz in this wall. There's an access panel in the basement ceiling that will let you check it.

Plumber:

Thank you, I hate making a mess in peoples' homes. And may I say, your clear and concise explanation was most helpful. Few people have such a sound grasp of the science of plumbing. Well, I won't waste time chatting, I'll get started.

A little later:
Plumber:

I'm glad I have all the parts on my truck so I don't have to make a new appointment after I open a wall.

Later still:
Plumber:

Well, that's that. Here's the bill, and let me point out, you saved a bundle with your accurate diagnosis. Not only my charges, but the disaster to your foundation that would have occurred if you hadn't been paying attention.

She:

Oh, good, and thank you for your prompt arrival and neat work. 

Plumber leaves, carefully closing door.
There is a loud popping noise.
He holds out a glass of champagne:

Here's to you, light of my life, you always come through for us even before I know there's a problem. 

are you starting to see what this is about? hmm, maybe this should be a regular feature?