Since I felt so vulnerable and naked and it was a little chilly out, I thought I should find someone to help me, and soon! I remembered that the caretaker was fixing a front light along the sidewalk about half an hour ago so I thought I should run to the front and see if he is still there. I really wanted to get to the armory to find my friend Wade but since the caretaker is outside and so close, I think I should find him, besides, he is a hunk!
His name is Tim and is about 27, 6 feet tall, and quite muscular. I always check him out when he mows the grass here on the riding mower and on hot days he is usually shirtless. I carefully ran along the edge of the grass to the sidewalk that leads to the front and ran down the sidewalk and stopped abruptly when I saw the massive giant Tim standing on a small stepladder working on the fixture. I slowly walked to the ladder and went underneath and looked up and saw giant Tim screwing the fixture back on and the light was now on again.
Tim was wearing a white tank top and jeans and black work boots with large lugs. Now I had to figure out how to get his attention. Then I saw his open toolbox sitting on the sidewalk. I ran over to it, jumped up and grabbed the top edge and pulled myself up and into the box. I fell on top of a giant crescent wrench and jarred my left leg so I had to lay down inside. I heard Tim getting off the ladder, folding it, and saw him walk by carrying it to the storage shed out back. Now I just had to wait until he came back, then he would see me inside when he puts the rest of his tools away.
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