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Handy Man
Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories
worked on the fitting. I held the stool as steady as I could for him. He hardly said a word while he worked. I again bit my tongue from wanting to ask him. My mind wandered. All of a sudden, the stool slipped and Tas fell. Luckily he landed onto the sofa which we had moved to the side. “O shit, sorry, Tas, you okay?” I was so embarrassed. Tas picked himself up, and I put my arm around him and sat him down. “Sorry, Tas, the step slipped. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I was pretty sure he was okay; he had fallen onto the sofa and it cushioned his fall. But I still wanted to know why he was so down. As I have mentioned, Tas was usually always loud and proud, a boy’s boy. He always bragged about this that and the other. I could not bear it. I had to ask, so I put a hand on his leg and asked, “Tas, I know something is not right, what’s the matter? Is it something I’ve done?” He looked up and said, “No, it’s not you Lou, you’re great… I… I just... it doesn’t matter.” I looked back at him and said, “Something’s wrong, and I want, no, I demand you tell me and tell me now.” I placed a hand to the side of his face; he looked so glum and his eyes looked to the floor. I patted the side of his face very lightly and said, “Look at me, look at me, Tas! Tell me what’ wrong. If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you. I want to help you. You help me all the time.” He slowly looked up and said, “It’s my girlfriend, she… ” He stopped and looked down again. With my other hand I grabbed hold of his ...