“Phew, there’s just something about a workman in low riding jeans,” Trevor said, watching a sweaty Gary install his air conditioning unit.
“Perv.”
“Yep, and I’ve got the hard on to prove it.”
As Trevor’s bedroom faced both south and west, it got very hot during the day. The room was the ideal candidate for the air conditioner.
“What’s that for?” Trevor asked.
Gary was standing on a step ladder, pulling a pipe through a hole he’d just drilled. “The pipe will carry refrigerant from the outside heat exchange unit to this baby here.” Gary then held up a white box about the size of a VCR. “This will go on the bracket there,” Gary gestured at a sheet of moulded plastic that he’d previously screwed to the wall above head height.
“Oh, right. I’m sure I wouldn’t have known where to start.”
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