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Laundry Day…
Saturday morning… close to noon, still tired from staying up too late the night before. I get some coffee started then head back to the other end of the house to grab some laundry for the wash.
It’s a beautiful spring day, really warm outside so I pull some windows and the door open, with just the screens on to keep the bugs out.
I live on a quiet street in the suburbs, and mine is the last house before a few empty lots, so I get zero foot traffic. I don’t even think twice about traipsing about the house in my boxers.
I’m 28 years old, about six foot tall, a little too thin but muscular and wiry from working construction all year. I think that I’m considered attractive despite my hawkish nose. I have long hair and about 3 days of facial growth. I need to shave, but don’t much care too. If I have an attribute that stands out, women often tell me that I have nice hands.