dark eyes and gave him an almost evil appearance. Man, I would like to see this guy naked, but I didn’t think that it would be a possible thing because of the thick gold wedding band on his finger.

Walking around the house in the sun, I could see the sweat start to darken his white tee. It was almost 100 humid degrees this day. I enjoyed the heat, but someone of Phil’s size must surely be in desperate need of cool air.

When I saw that he was finished, I told him to come back in the house where I had the air conditioner on and it was much cooler.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, he began to write up his estimate. Without even asking, I grabbed another cold beer and opened it up and set it in front of him.

"Thanks," he said, grabbing the bottle and draining almost half of it within seconds. "That sure hits the spot on a hot day like this."

After he was finished writing, he slid his pad over to me and asked if he could use the john, and stating that beer travels right through him. I directed him to the bathroom down the hall, off the den area. As I did this, I wondered if I had taken out my latest issue of Grizzly. Well, maybe he would see it and . . . yeah right.

I was poring over his estimate and did not even hear him come back in the kitchen.

"You have a nice house here."

"Thanks. You wanna see the rest of it?"

"Sure, if it aint a bother."

"No problem at all," I said standing up and starting my tour. We went up the stairs where I showed him the guest bedroom and the master bedroom. I have spent a lot of time decorating and have themes in each of the rooms. It was the master bathroom that impressed him though. He was quite taken with all the marble and the big walk in shower.

"Wow! All those heads right out of the wall. You could get every spot in here."

"Yeah, it’s almost my favorite room."

"Your wife must really like it too. I know mine would."

"Not married." I replied. I could see the look of surprise on his face.

"So, you did all this house yourself? "

"Sure did. Took a few years but I almost have it where I want it."

"Looks complete to me. What more could you do?"

"Well, I have one more room that I’m working on, but I don’t think you would be interested in it." That room was my playroom. I had all my sex toys and contraptions in it.

"Why wouldn’t I be interested in it? "

"You be the judge," I said walking down to the end of the hall to a closed door. "Just don’t be shocked or pass judgment," was all I said before opening the door. Opening the door, I stepped aside so that he could move his big bulk through.

"HOLY SHIT!" I didn’t respond as he stood there looking at things he had probably never seen before. He took a tentative step forward and just stood there mouth agape. "I ain’t never seen nuttin’ like this before. You use all this stuff?"

"Whenever I