Am v.happy, as saw fireman from distant past, changing flat tyre at school. Despite almost mowing down crossing attendant, I was v.kind and stopped to offer assistance.
'Hi James, do you need help,' trying not to ogle, as he has taken shirt off, probably to show off brawn, or to limit grease-monkey effect on clothing.
'I think I got it covered,' barely.
'Right, well is there anything I can do?' massage...role play......moral support?
'It fine, you don't want to be doing this. How have you been, Billy's been itching to play with Johnnie,'
'I'm good. We need to get the boys together then,' using all inner strength not to reach out and touch tanned muscular arm.
'Sure, what about later in the week then,' hoisting wheel off in raw display of masculine power, causing me to almost squeal in delight and curse self for not bringing video camera.
'Sounds fine.'
'Great. I'll call you then.'
'Okay,' stalling, as am happy to delay departure, so as to watch tyre changing hunk and go late to university lecture.

As result of tyre liaison was late for university, but v.happy.

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