Between my 1st and 2nd year of college a relative of my neighbor hooked me up with a job on a landscaper's crew. It was great job outdoors fresh air and most days sunny. The neighbors nephew, a 25 years former Marine was the crew chief and being the new guy I was assigned to his crew. Brad was the all American having spent 6 years in the Corp, but a knee injury kept him from doing a 20 year stint.
Brad was fit as can be perfectly tanned and toned. I loved listening to his stories about all the action he saw around the world both in battle and between the sheets. I was totally in awe I guess would be a great assumption.
About a month into the summer we had begun to click and work faster and smarter as team and the route seemed to get done quicker. On a Friday knowing we had 6 stops left over from rain days earlier in the week he suggested I stay at his place the night and we get rolling pre-dawn.
I thought to be a good idea as he lived at an apartment above the garage where the equipment was stored. His suggestion was to just stay over and we could wash what I had on for the next day
After he parked equipment and closed up the garage he said lets grab a few beers and order a pizza for dinner.
We hit his place and were waiting for the pizza delivery he said "Hey you are welcome to take a shower thrown your clothes on the floor in laundry room; I'll wash them after our showers are over."
I hit the shower and exited with a towel wrapped around my waist to which Brad laughed at my modesty.