‘Surfs crazy round here, currents are just spastic … I’m just glad you’re alright.’ As he lay her back down on the towel, Julia’s fingers ...ingered on his arms, feeling his muscles flex and her blue eyes were melded to his momentarily before he pulled away. Okay, this was nuts … she suddenly had this image of running her fingers through his long hair before it tangled with hers as he bent over her in a kiss when probably the only thing on his mind was how she had inadvertently screwed up his. We ... give you a blowjob," she said nervously, feeling herself blush."Are ... are you sure?" he asked, and she could tell he thought he was dreaming.In response to his question she gently pushed him to one side so that he was laying beside her on the seat. She moved to where she was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, and with trembling fingers she began to unfasten his belt and jeans, finally pulling down the zipper before looking up at his face again.She smiled warmly, shyly at him as. "I couldn't begin to rebuild this house." I can teach you. It's hot, it's hard, it's dirty work, all true, but it's not all that complicated to do. Well, some of it takes a bit of experience to know what to do when and in what order but ... I mean, it's not rocket science." I lifted my tool bag and set it down in the back of the truck. When she got up I closed the tailgate and turning, leaned my back into it, enjoying the cool feel of the metal hitting every aching curve."Why would you teach me. It gave her something to take her mind off what she was really going to the restaurant for. And Charlotte had asked her to pick one up, so the person she was going to meet would have some means of identifying her. This was New York City, and the description ‘tall, attractive woman with a briefcase sitting at the bar’ was almost a cliché. Not many that fit that description would stoop to read the News, instead trying to impress with Crain’s, or the Journal or, at the very least, the Times. Liz.