Cottage Handyman
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Bob enjoyed his job. He enjoyed working with his hands and knew he was good at what he did. He’d turned down many offers to go and work for large local and national firms, but in his simple world, he had decided that the perks of the job outweighed the potential to generate a bit more income.Today was a good example of one of these perks - he had spent the morning fixing the leaking roof on the 19th century worker’s cottage, which was one of the 11 cottages he was retained to maintain by their owners. The sun had been hot on his back, so he had removed his shirt whilst he worked on the roof, admiring the view across the lake with the rugged hills of Northern Ireland in the distance.His body, even at 41, was fit; Bob had always looked after himself. He was 6’5, well built, with a nice tan built up over years of working outside. His blue-grey eyes had seen a lot in their time and had melted many a woman’s heart. His boyish smile, square chin and short blonde-brown hair had led to numerous flings with the local women, but none had yet managed to tame him.Another of the key perks was the “eye candy” that occasionally took over the holiday cottages for a week or two of rest and relaxation. Most had their hubbies in tow, but not the beauty that had called him out this morning to fix the roof after last ...
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Bob enjoyed his job. He enjoyed working with his hands and knew he was good at what he did. He’d turned down many offers to go and work for large local and national firms, but in his simple world, he had decided that the perks of the job outweighed the potential to generate a bit more income.Today was a good example of one of these perks - he had spent the morning fixing the leaking roof on the 19th century worker’s cottage, which was one of the 11 cottages he was retained to maintain by their owners. The sun had been hot on his back, so he had removed his shirt whilst he worked on the roof, admiring the view across the lake with the rugged hills of Northern Ireland in the distance.His body, even at 41, was fit; Bob had always looked after himself. He was 6’5, well built, with a nice tan built up over years of working outside. His blue-grey eyes had seen a lot in their time and had melted many a woman’s heart. His boyish smile, square chin and short blonde-brown hair had led to numerous flings with the local women, but none had yet managed to tame him.Another of the key perks was the “eye candy” that occasionally took over the holiday cottages for a week or two of rest and relaxation. Most had their hubbies in tow, but not the beauty that had called him out this morning to fix the roof after last ...
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