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DOCUMENT NO.108
Author : Aap, Giovanni
Title : Running into Bed
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No new voicemails,
No new emails,
No incoming work,
Feels like summer time for sure,
It's 5AM and I can't sleep, the bird are starting to wake up, maybe I should go for a run?
I reach into my dresser and I pull out a tank top and head for the underwear drawer, shit...I'm down to just these little blue ones? Grant it these short briefs aren't just normal ones they are kind of cute, and I don't want them to get all sweaty, they fit me really tight. I love how well they fit. I then grab a pair of shor...wait where are my shorts? Dammit, I should really buy more shorts if I'm going to keep forgetting to wash them. I go down one more drawer and see that I do have a pair, that looks like, yep I had these since I was 13, this will be fun. As I head to the door I look in the mirror and kind of blush hoping someone wouldn't notice how silly I look while I run. Good thing my running path gets pretty secluded in the mangroves and brush.
When I get back I'll make sure to do my laundry.
I hop onto the trail and turn on my music player and get ready for a trance of running, exercise always helps me start my days right. I get about 3 miles into my run and I'm at my halfway point, I stop at the observation deck and take a break. As I notice no one is around, I decide to stretch for a little bit, as I'm leaning over and grabbing my ankles I take a look towards my shorts and I notice how much I've grown out of them. I started to stare a little too much and notice that under my shorts I see some more growing, I'm starting to swell up, and a rush comes over me becoming excited. Beginning to get nervous I stood up and looked into the sun. As I regain my energy I decided to head back home.
When I got to my street a few blocks from my loft, I decided to reduce my pace walk home, I thought my slight erection from before maybe got my blood flowing places that I needed to sustain my cardio.
On the corner of the main street, we have a post office, and I noticed a gentleman looking into the window with an envelope in his hand, I guess he didn't realize that the sign said 'closed' on the other window, which below that said it won't be open for another hour.
I felt like being polite, so when I approached him, and as I was pulling my ear buds out of my ears, he turns around. As he looks at me I look at him. He's a late 30s and slim and handsome! He was wearing a tight t shirt and a neatly pressed pair of skinny khakis and slip on shoes.
"They don't open for another hour" I said.
He smiles and looks down at me, "Ugh, I wish they were; I have to send this bill out today, I wouldn't have this problem if my email was working!"
"Did your email just stop working or something?" I responded, tucking in my ear buds into my shorts.
"Yeah, I'm pretty clueless when it comes to figuring computers out, I usually have someone help me, but it is pretty early to bother anything just yet."
"Strange luck, but computers are my thing" I started to pull out my running wallet and in it I have my ID and business cards and small cash. "My rates are xx/hr and I typically charge a 1 hour minimum" I said. As I pass it to him I notice that he wasn't really looking at the card, but what was below it. I start to get nervous, he might be on to me and what I'm wearing! I hope he doesn't think I go around town like this!
"This is perfect!" he interjects. "I hate to be on short notice, but are you available this morning?"
"I'm free now" I said without even thinking, Slightly embarrassed saying that but, I just thought for someone like this I wouldn't need to bring any of my tools and I'm thinking he would appreciate me helping him out.
"Great!, by the way name's Martin, I just live a block over if that works?"
Without skipping a beat I say "Sure thing, I'm Gio, and it looks like I'm practically your neighbor, I just live over on xxxx street and xxxxx at the xxxxxx xxxxx's"
He smiles, and we head over to his place, we didn't say much to each other, but I could tell he was wanting to open up to me, he looked like the type that would.