Earlier this week I helped my cousin move into his new house. His wife, their two young daughters, and himself had just moved back from across country back to around where the rest of our family lives. He enlisted the help of two of his very strong and muscular friends, one of my brothers, and myself to help unload their two pods and put the stuff in his house in their respected rooms.
We got up early, went to his new house and began working. “Hauling cube!” Was yelled way too much, but was still funny every time.
At one point, one of his friends took off his jacket. It was pretty cold out early in the morning mind you. Like 35°F ish. He had a tight shirt with the sleeves cut off on. But he said he was hot. And he definitely was. His big arms bulging as he lifted the heavy things. His tight butt flexing as he walked up stairs in front of me. “God he was hot,” I thought to myself.