"Dave fished out a scrap of paper with a name and phone number on it and handed it to Jeff."I appreciate your taking the time, particularly your off t...me, to get this set up right. The range I shot at in Georgia had turning targets. I was just going to do something quick. I'm so damn worried about this guy that I told you about, that I guess I'm trying to push things too much."The contractor was kneeling, his hammer raised to drive in a stake. He stopped and looked up at Jeff. "I told my guys. Ryan’s fingers, and so that his shirt rose up above his belly button. Both men got out of the truck and threw their sexual tension at their work. Doug loved the feeling of sweat running down his nose, down the indent in the middle of his back, into his ass crack. He loved noticing the way it darkened his shirt and gleamed on his thin, wiry arms. He saw his boss take off his tank top as he wrestled with the lawnmower. The beads of sweat formed on his boss in the humid morning, presenting in. 'Sorry, Uncle Jeff, ' said Mel as she copied her sister in leaning against me and resting her head on my shoulder. The scent of her hair filled my nose, until she moved her head, leaning back so she could see me. Then I could only smell fresh young woman. It reminded me that although the girls were less than two years apart in age, there was a significant difference in their physical maturity.'Take your uncle indoors so he can get out of his wet things, ' said John. 'Let him have my robe — the. "Philip! What are you doing home so early?" Oh, hi, Grandma -- I mean, Maude. Uh, they let us out..." What happened to you?" My grandmother was tall and when she walked, her long housecoat billowed out behind her like some superhero's cape. She stood right over me, her gray hair shaking as she looked down.I was a mess. My jacket was torn and there was a hole in one knee of my jeans; on the other leg the jeans were almost completely torn off at the thigh, just hanging by a few threads. There.