By Atlanta Stud
The day’s work is almost done for the crew as Daniel does a run through of the work they completed on the new five bedroom house that’s being built. Dan’s no stranger to overseeing a group of men, having spent time in the Marines as an MP. His muscular 6′ frame, topped off by the high and tight that he’s so fond of, reminds everyone on the crew where he came from. He’d wear his fatigue pants to work if the construction owner would allow, but he just has to settle with jeans and a snug company emblazoned black polo.
He adds his own touch by tucking the jeans into the tops of his desert tan boots before lacing them snug around the ankles. At least this looks somewhat military he convinces himself. Once a Marine, always a Marine, as the saying goes.
Dan’s checking on the tile in the master bath when his apprentice Nick finds him to inform him the crew’s pretty much packed up and heading out. It was a Friday and since some crucial supplies needed for the next day got held back and wouldn’t arrive until Monday morning, it was decided to give everyone the weekend off and start fresh again on Monday. For the past month the company had put Nick up at one of those extended stay hotels while working on this project.
Nick was roughly the same age as Dan, late 20’s, but shorter at 5′ 8″ and a solid 185 muscular frame, somewhat hairy Italian features, and a mug that looks like it still has a 5 o’clock shadow right after he’s just shaved it. Dan and Nick hit it off from the start, and a couple days a week would grab a drink, a bite to eat or even hang out at Dan’s house and cook up some steaks on the grill and put down a few beers.
