The Summer of the Contractors
The Manse is getting a make-over. Not only am I having aluminum siding installed on the house, but I am also engaging a rugged duo to execute some major landscaping this summer, and to maintain the lawn and grounds with frequent mowing and pruning. Who knew the phrase "home equity loan" could possibly equal "beefcake feast"? Straighten your seams, Girls, it's raining men!
Rob, an older gentleman (read: about my age, mid forties) who, at 6' 1" and 210 pounds, definitely qualifies as a "bear," is handling the siding. His salt-and-pepper hair is shorn in a crisp military cut, topping his dark, narrow eyes and thick, silver-flecked goatee. Although a hulking, imposing presence, Rob is soft-spoken and laconic, bespectacled with paint-spattered, round-lens glasses that project the image of a lion with a mind, or a gladiator who is in reality as gentle as a new-born lamb.
In contrast, the landscaping company is owned and operated by Tom, a kid no more than 24 years of age. Tom is the perfect front man for his enterprise: tall, lanky, chatty and amiable, seemingly filled with sturdy ideals and seriousness of purpose. His lackey, Zeke, most definitely manifests the brawn of the business. Butter-colored hair, vacant blue eyes and a chiseled jaw line cap Zeke's astonishingly muscular delts (his upper arms are the size of my thighs), a broad chest that narrows down in a perfect "V" to a waistline Scarlett O'Hara would have envied, a potato-sized bulge nearly bursting forth from underneath his fly, and a butt you could serve breakfast on. Because I will be at work, I will sadly miss the majority of their bare-chested, sun-tanned performances, but there will be the stray day off when I might catch a glimpse of the boys in action. I can picture myself now, interrupting their work to offer a tray laden with cold beverages in tall, frosted glasses: "Tom! Zeke! Take a break, why don't you, and have some nice cold lemonade… It's a pretty pink color, isn't it?... What am I adding to it? Oh, just a flavor enhancer called Spanish fly. It really makes the lemon taste pop!... Oh, dear me, Zeke, look at that nasty grass stain on your crotch. Here, let me lick that clean for you……"
God, I'm such a lecherous old queen.
Rob, an older gentleman (read: about my age, mid forties) who, at 6' 1" and 210 pounds, definitely qualifies as a "bear," is handling the siding. His salt-and-pepper hair is shorn in a crisp military cut, topping his dark, narrow eyes and thick, silver-flecked goatee. Although a hulking, imposing presence, Rob is soft-spoken and laconic, bespectacled with paint-spattered, round-lens glasses that project the image of a lion with a mind, or a gladiator who is in reality as gentle as a new-born lamb.
In contrast, the landscaping company is owned and operated by Tom, a kid no more than 24 years of age. Tom is the perfect front man for his enterprise: tall, lanky, chatty and amiable, seemingly filled with sturdy ideals and seriousness of purpose. His lackey, Zeke, most definitely manifests the brawn of the business. Butter-colored hair, vacant blue eyes and a chiseled jaw line cap Zeke's astonishingly muscular delts (his upper arms are the size of my thighs), a broad chest that narrows down in a perfect "V" to a waistline Scarlett O'Hara would have envied, a potato-sized bulge nearly bursting forth from underneath his fly, and a butt you could serve breakfast on. Because I will be at work, I will sadly miss the majority of their bare-chested, sun-tanned performances, but there will be the stray day off when I might catch a glimpse of the boys in action. I can picture myself now, interrupting their work to offer a tray laden with cold beverages in tall, frosted glasses: "Tom! Zeke! Take a break, why don't you, and have some nice cold lemonade… It's a pretty pink color, isn't it?... What am I adding to it? Oh, just a flavor enhancer called Spanish fly. It really makes the lemon taste pop!... Oh, dear me, Zeke, look at that nasty grass stain on your crotch. Here, let me lick that clean for you……"
God, I'm such a lecherous old queen.