Hung like a picture  

rm_kkssk 38F
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4/22/2006 11:55 am

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4/22/2006 12:10 pm

Hung like a picture

Two hot men came to my door Friday afternoon. No wonder they were hot, carrying the new table up the stairs. The younger one was like second string football senior in HS last year. No ring. Too big and heavy. The older one was smaller, all muscle, no pot belly. Wedding ring.

They did their thing, out of the carton, set it up. Back to the truck for the chairs. I'm really happy with them. Danish. Teak with off white mottled fabric seats.

The older one gave me the clipboard to sign, and I pretended to be worried about something on it. Turned so he was looking over my shoulder, and leaned up againt him as we talked. Nice smell. Sweat. Young one looking at the floor.

I walked over to the young one and told him "wait outside." He didn't know what to say or do. He looked at the other who nodded toward the door. He went. GOD that was funny.

We went back to discussing the paperwork for all of, oh, a minute. I asked would they be fired if a little late, toying with my top blouse button.

So the table is not brand new anymore.

Very straightforward guy. Probably one partner for a long time. Direct and solid.

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