#Construction Bin Hire

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Is Bin Hire in Campbellfield a Solution for Garbage Removal?

Reputable services of skip bin hire in Campbellfield, provide a good range of bins for sustainable garbage management. Some well-known skip bin providers supply a wide range of bin sizes and types, including as wheelie bins, craneable bins, mini and small skip bins, and huge hook bins, for disposing or recycling various forms of waste that may contribute to pollution.

When anyone hires a skip bin for dirt and construction rubbish removal in Melbourne from one of these businesses, ensure eco-friendly waste disposal by prioritising recycling and reducing landfill dumping. It is a commitment to sustainability that benefits the environment and ultimately reduces waste management expenses.

Advantages of Hiring Garbej Bins from a Reputable Supplier:

Affordable skip hire is required since it provides a cost-effective option for managing all types of waste, from household trash and green waste to larger demolition or construction debris.

Residential and commercial property owners can rent skip bins, and people and businesses can save the cost and inconvenience of carrying rubbish to disposal facilities themselves, saving time, effort, and money.

These Australian-owned and managed trash management and bin supply companies are distinguished by exceptional customer service, low pricing, and skip-hire delivery alternatives available the next day.

They also maintain a fully automated online booking system to streamline the process of scheduling skip hire and ensure a smooth experience from booking to rubbish collection.

Well-established waste collection services handle a wide variety of waste types, including General household waste, dry concrete waste, gyprock tiles without cement sheeting, timber, plasterboard, soil, rubble, rocks and stones, green waste, paper and cardboard, small tree logs and branches, whitegoods, furniture, plastics, metals, bricks, appliances, electronics, foam and polystyrene, new insulation, clothes, fabrics, and shoes.

Select a Trusted Service Provider:

When buying an economical skip bin, look for a reputable supplier with a strong management system and a good track record of customer satisfaction.

Check their certifications, and reputation through online reviews, and feedback, and also check whether any recommendations from people who used their services.

Finally, compare prices and services in nearby areas, and select a reputable supplier of skip bins and garbage management services to get the finest possible service at a reasonable price.

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Skip Bin Hire

"Skip Bin Hire offers convenient waste management solutions, providing various sized bins for efficient disposal of residential, commercial, or industrial waste. With flexible rental periods and prompt delivery, it's the hassle-free choice for cleanups."

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How To Select From Different Types Of Skip Bins Available On Rent?

Home clean-ups, home renovations and home decluttering projects generate a massive amount of garbage, and to manage it, it becomes important to hire a skip bin. In the absence of this storage container, managing the waste material can become a daunting task. People are often confused about how to hire, what to rent and what benefits can be derived from these skip bins, and we have answered such questions in detail here in this blog post, beginning with what is a skip bin.

What Is A Skip Bin?

Skip bins, also called dumpsters or waste containers, are designed to hold a tremendous amount of garbage. When you hire a skip in Adelaide, you will find them available in various sizes ranging from mini skip bins to large and commercial skip bins hired for commercial projects.

What Types Of Skip Bins Are Present In The Markets?

As mentioned above, they are available in various shapes and sizes. You can choose from the sizes discussed below based on your waste removal needs and the amount you are about to generate.

Mini Skips

This is the most compact skip bin available. It is ideal for small residential projects like clean-ups and minor landscaping or renovation tasks.

Midi Skip Bins

These skip bins are slightly bigger than the mini skip bins and ideal for small- to medium-sized projects. They can be used for clearing out small properties and other renovation tasks, such as garden cleaning and garage cleaning.

Builders Skip Bin

These skip bins are bigger in size and ideal for domestic renovation, demolition, and construction projects. Their size allows them to accommodate bulky waste items such as concrete, rubble, bricks, broken branches, etc.

Roll-On-Roll-Off Skip Bins

This is the most gigantic form of skip bins used for commercial purposes, major renovations, and commercial construction tasks. They are huge in size and suitable for accommodating large quantities of waste.

So many options can be confusing for anyone looking to hire a skip bin in Adelaide. Some very common factors should be considered during the selection process, and a quick list is presented below.

The Size

Evaluate the volume and nature of your waste to select a suitable skip bin.

Permit

Verify whether any permits are necessary for placing the skip bin.

Access

Confirm adequate space for the skip bin and ensure there are no impediments.

Duration

Decide the duration for which you will need the skip bin.

[seat-safety-switch]

My neighbour had had one of those roll-away dumpsters on his lawn for awhile. In case you're unfamiliar, people often have a lot of trash generated from home renovation projects. They do not want to drive to the dump constantly to throw this stuff out. Instead, you can call someone who comes and drops a dumpster on your driveway, and then when it's full, you can call them again to get it picked up and taken to the dump. The very icon itself of suburban make-it-someone-else's-problemism.

People get really mad when you throw garbage into a dumpster that you didn't pay for. For instance, the local Tim Hortons has put up threatening signs falsely claiming that they have security cameras pointing at the bins at all times. This might be because I once disposed of an entire Subaru EJ25 engine and slightly dented 4-speed automatic transmission, along with most of its fluid, into their dumpster. If you ask me, this is just whining, because that stuff was all made out of aluminum and shouldn't have counted too far on their weight limit anyway.

And yet, I don't want to drive to the dump. Partially, this is because of the exorbitant dump fees: in an attempt at "greening," or more likely to not have so many dumbasses coming to throw out a single tire, they charge a minimum of thirty bucks to throw out anything under a hundred kilos of crap.

Thirty bucks! I can buy a lot of cool junk for that. And they don't even let you take old bicycles out of the garbage pile for that money to try and recoup your cost. Once, I saw a dirt bike, and they wouldn't let me take it. It became a whole thing, which is the main reason I can't go to the dump anymore: they have my picture posted everywhere. So borrowing my neighbour's dumpster is the next best thing.

Here's the tactic you want to use: watch the bin for a few weeks. Check what days there's a lot of stuff being thrown out. These things naturally ebb and flow. There will be an initial burst of enthusiasm as they rip their kitchen to bits, being replaced with a crushing realization that they have ripped their kitchen to bits. It's during that lull that you throw your shit into the dumpster, and cover it up with construction debris from the previous effort. Demoralized, the homeowner won't look in their bin for at least another week, until they are forced to finish the job or hire someone competent to do so, who will start refilling the bin again.

Or, you can do what I did, which is wait for the truck that picks up the dumpster to show up. While the operator is busy loading it up, you throw your stuff into the bin and drive away as fast as you can. The neighbour can't get mad, because the pickup's already been paid for: you're just extracting some extra value from it. The driver can't chase you, because he has a dumpster full of your old shocks and axles halfway loaded onto his truck. And the cops can't get you for illegal dumping, because it sounds like a whole bunch of paperwork and to be honest they're probably too busy arresting folks who start a fistfight at the dump over a pretty sweet dirt bike.

[sbdskate]

Laws Of Attraction (Part 7) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings (18+): fluff, language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, hangovers, sexual themes, self-pleasure, references to sexual activities, NSFW

Word Count: 5,209

A/N: Thank you for your patience while I took a bit of a break. Hopefully it won’t be as long while I finish up *the last part (*hopefully but no promises - iykyk). I hope you enjoy, please don’t be a ghost reader! Constructive criticism is always welcome <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

Daniel woke up the next morning feeling like an anvil dropped on his head. He cursed the alarm but was thankful he had the foresight to set one. It was a tall order trying to sort through the details of the night before. He had his phone, keys, and wallet, so that was a win at least. What time had he gotten back to the hotel? He recounted the most peculiar dream that you had been in his room at one point – he reminded himself to lay off the melatonin, it always made his subconscious mind run wild. It took every ounce of energy to push himself upright, swinging his legs to the side of the bed at a glacial pace. Fighting the throbbing in his head, he almost missed the pills and water on the nightstand and a trash bin next to him on the floor. Drunk Daniel had never been so thoughtful or organized. Maybe it wasn’t melatonin after all. Those familiar butterflies he felt every time he thought of you fluttered away.

On second thought, definitely not butterflies.

After unceremoniously emptying the contents of his stomach, he gladly consumed the gifts you had left for him. He took a much longer shower than usual, doing his best to wash away the anxiety brought on by his hangover. He was going into the last race weekend of the year (maybe two) feeling like absolute shit. The thought of you putting him to bed initially made him giddy but it was overshadowed by fear of the unknown. His memory of the night before was fuzzy at best and but for the physical evidence you left behind, he would have gone on believing the kiss in Brazil was the last time the two of you interacted. Fuck, he had made such a fool of himself. What else had he inadvertently said or done last night? If you had walls up before, you probably now also had a moat, barbed wire, and trained militia on guard. In his efforts to get closer to you, you ended up pushing him away. You were the sun and he was Icarus.

But clearly all was not lost if you had helped him in his hour of need. If he could trust his “dream,” you had called him your friend. You had worn his clothes. You insinuated there would be a world where the two of you would be alone in a bedroom again. If all true, the culmination of those things did not add up to a person who wanted to completely shut him out. Then again, maybe that was you simply being you – that is, a good person who would show the same compassion to anyone whether they were your lover, friend, or stranger on the street.

He hadn’t had this lack of confidence picking up girls since he was an awkward teenager. From the beginning you had been a puzzle. You did not immediately fawn over him and fall victim to his charms. He sensed you may have even disliked him upon your first meeting, though he couldn’t blame you – he had severely underestimated you. Thereafter, every one of your laughs was hard earned which made them all the more sweet. You were accomplished in your own right and impressing you was a tall order, but when he succeeded it felt as though he had won Monaco a million times over.  

He thought back to Austin. So much had gone wrong, but so much had gone oh so right. There was an ease about you that weekend that he had only previously been privy to in staccato bursts. Whatever internal struggle you had been fighting seemingly slowed, allowing him to peel back all your layers. Even in that sad corridor, he could’ve sat next to you in silence for all of eternity and he would have been happy.

Then there was that pesky elephant in the room. In just a few days, he technically wouldn’t be your client anymore. He could get lost in all the tempting possibilities, but he had to stay focused. He’d cross that bridge later. Until then, all he had to do was stay in your good graces.

-

When the day came for your first client meeting in Abu Dhabi, you weren’t sure what version of Daniel you were going to get. You wouldn’t be surprised if he froze you out again like he did after Austin. It would be disappointing but understandable. You had explained yourself more than enough at this point though, and the position you found yourselves in wasn’t your fault. Nobody could have predicted that your client would fall for you when you were selected as counsel for the driver.  You couldn’t control his response, and if you reasserting your boundaries made him that upset then so be it.

No, there were no nerves this time but there was still an underlying anxiety that caused your heart to race. The partner was waiting at the offsite dinner location when you arrived. It was an elegant restaurant, so you had selected a pretty but conservative wrap dress for the occasion.

“Y/n, so glad you could make it,” he said as he extended his arms for a small hug.

“Me? I’ve been at every race weekend, not sure where you’ve been,” you teased.

“I know, I know, it’s been busy. I appreciate all your hard work through this. I’ve told the managing partner about your efforts, we’re all very impressed.” You couldn’t help the growing smile on your face, but you did your best to hide the absolute giddiness swelling in you. That bonus was yours to lose at this point and if this trajectory continued, you could make partner by the time you were 35.

“Thank you for the recognition, but I’m just doing my job,” you feigned in modesty. You knew how many hours of sleep you’d lost over the course of the last few months between the work itself and the constant travel. You knew how much you missed your friends and family during this time, and the other countless sacrifices you’d made along the way. But you would do it all over again for the once in a lifetime opportunity. And you never would have met Daniel - that certainly counted for something. Maybe after last week your relationship wouldn’t be the same going forward, but his companionship until now had offered you an unexpected fulfillment that felt foreign.  

Then, as if someone had read your mind:

“She’s being modest,” you heard behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder. You turned to see him in nice slacks, a crisp white t-shirt, and sport coat. For someone that was probably fighting for their life this morning and suffered through a long media day, he cleaned up very nicely. You did your best not to openly ogle, though he caught the quickened rise and fall of your chest. You couldn’t help but smile back when he gave you his signature grin.

“Daniel, great to see you,” Joe said as he extended his arm past you to shake his hand.

“Likewise, nice of you to finally show up.” His tone and features were so pleasant that he could pass off the genuine dig as jest. Either way, the partner was unphased.

“Well, that’s why I brought in my very best associate to help me out as back up.”

“I suppose I should consider myself lucky then,” he said, smiling back at you. “Though, I don’t think I would call her ‘back up’by any means.”

The familiar heat rose to your cheeks as you bit your lip to unsuccessfully suppress your bashful smile. You gently elbowed him to convey your thanks. Both for defending you but also for the normalcy of the interaction.

You anticipated a level of awkwardness after your nondescript rejection in Brazil, thinking he would try to distance himself as he had after Austin. You wouldn’t fault him if he sat next to Joe, but he plopped down right next to you as though nothing had happened. An unexpected wave of relief washed over you. It seemed clear that you were “good”, whatever that meant. Sure, it helped to have Joe there as a buffer, but the two of you would have probably been fine on your own. The thought gave you solace.

The uneventful meal concluded with a plan of action in place for the rest of the weekend. The three of you made your way out of the restaurant towards the valet.

“I hope the two of you will enjoy the weekend at least until we complete the signing on Monday? Consider it a thank you.” It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that line before, but it felt different this time.

“I’ll have to take some calls here and there, but sure, why not,” Joe responded, oblivious to the fact that the message was hardly meant for him.

“Good, I’ll make sure you guys have your paddock passes for the next few days.”

Of course as if on cue the partner’s phone went off as you exited the restaurant.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this. But hey, great dinner. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yep, have a good night,” you trailed off as he walked away, smiling through gritted teeth. You watched as he got into the corporate car by himself already focused on something else entirely, even though you were all going back to the same place.

“Typical.” You turned to Daniel, surprised at his observation.

“Could you tell?”

“Seems like we both have bosses who abandon us.” You smiled.

“What an unfortunate bonding experience.”

It was a heavy conversation, but the air was light. You both giggled at your misfortunes. When it died down, he broke the silence.

“Uh, thanks for making sure I was… accounted for last night.”

“Oh,” your cheeks dusted pink. You had such high hopes he wouldn’t remember. Maybe there was still a chance, perhaps Lando had simply filled him in. “Sure, no biggie. It happens to the best of us.”

“I didn’t do or say anything embarrassing, right?” Daniel tested the waters, partially playing dumb. His memory may be fuzzy, but he knew enough. You pursed your lips together.

“Nothing more than usual,” you said with a smile, playing it off. He felt slightly disappointed. He wished you would admit to the kiss along with the hopes you’d bestowed upon him – but maybe it was just in his head after all. Either way, you didn’t seem entirely comfortable with the conversation and that was a clear enough message to him. He knew what he needed to do.

“Can I just say,” he paused. He might need to go back inside for another drink. “- that I’m sorry. For everything. You’re just here trying to do your job, and I’m not making it easier for you. You’ve said no, and I keep trying dumb shit. I should have stopped.”

Your chest tightened. The apology was somehow welcome, appreciated, and warranted. But you also found it endearing which made you like him even more. And it also probably meant that he had lost interest and that last part didn’t make you feel great either. You wanted to tell him everything but doing so would only complicate things. Instead you bit your tongue and gave a polite smile.

“Thank you. Apology accepted.”

“No, thank you. I’ve made an ass of myself over and over again and you put up with it.”

“Well. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from my first celebrity client, but ‘ass’ was certainly in the realm of possibility,” you said cheekily. “Nothing I wasn’t prepared for.” The lie slipped easily through your teeth.

“So you assumed I was going to be an ass?” he asked with a laugh.

“What did Drive to Survive call you guys? ‘Talented, rich, and cocky’?” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively, but his face was still warm and welcoming.

“Don’t tell me you watch that garbage.”

“For research purposes, obviously,” you said sarcastically.

He watched your eyes twinkle and the sly grin that graced your features as the desert wind gently blew your hair around your face, framing it perfectly. You fixed the strand he so badly wanted to tuck behind your ear yourself. Your wrap dress fluttered just so, allowing him to catch a quick glimpse of your upper thigh, contrasting the otherwise modest outfit. He wondered what it would be like to tug at the delicate bow at the side of your waist that kept the whole ensemble together. He caught himself in the middle of his thoughts.

“Since your boss left you stranded, can I give you a ride back?” You looked around, a serious look on your face. You whispered in a low voice.

“Is that… appropriate? I know men and women aren’t supposed to be alone together here.” He wanted to laugh but didn’t want to make you feel bad. Of course the lawyer wanted to follow everything to a T. He knew from experience that the morality laws were loosely enforced at best, but he wasn’t sure how much of that was attributed to his own privilege.

“If it makes you feel any better, I could pretend to be your chauffeur.” The line earned him a laugh.

“An F1 driver as a chauffeur. That’s rich.” He smiled, satisfied with his efforts to put you at ease.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yeah, but the expectations are pretty high.”

“You’ll have to let me know if I have a backup career as a personal driver if this whole F1 thing doesn’t work out.”

The valet pulled around an unassuming black SUV with tinted windows. Without skipping a beat, he opened the back passenger’s seat door waiting for you with an extended hand dipping into an exaggerated bow.

“Your chariot, m’lady.”

“Oh my, what service,” you contrived dramatics with a hand over your heart. Your other hand graciously accepted his while getting into the car. The familiar pulsating electricity coursed through the touch and lingered as you watched him close the door.

“Home Jeffrey,” you said, donning the worst British accent you could muster when he settled in the drivers seat. He peered at you in the reflection of the rearview mirror. You looked relaxed and happy, and that was enough for him. Your eyes locked, and you caught a glimpse of those dimples that could melt polar ice caps.

It was a comfortable ride back to the hotel, a little small talk here and there. He tossed the keys to the valet and helped you out of the car, again trying to memorize the feeling of your palm in his before reluctantly letting go.

He pressed for his floor in the elevator. He looked at you when you didn’t follow suit, wondering for a moment whether he forgot his manners.

“Uh, what floor are you?” he asked politely, hovering over the buttons.

“Oh… I actually ended up down the hall from you.”

“Oh.” A loud silence fell. It was unclear whether the arrangement was fortuitous or simply torture for both parties, the other so close but just out of reach.

The doors opened and you tried to hide a sheepish look as you started walking in the same direction.

“Are you following me now?” he joked. “I don’t need help getting into bed this time, promise.”

You stammered a bit, trying to find the right words but decided to keep your mouth shut. You had begged the concierge to find you any other room but she insisted the hotel was fully booked and there were no other options. But you realized in that moment it would only be weird if you made it weird. Humor was always the best deflection so you decided to lean into it. Your ability to hide your growing smile began to falter. Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, you didn’t say a word as you walked past him when he finally stopped in front of his door. Only looking back in his direction to wave when you stopped in front of yours which happened to be the room over. You both snorted before dissolving into laughter over the absurdity of it all.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try not to throw any ragers,” you said between fits of giggles.

“You mean I wouldn’t be invited?” he asked in faux disbelief.

“You know you’re always welcome, what’s a party without thee Daniel Ricciardo? I just wouldn’t want to disrupt your ‘high performance athlete’ routine before race day.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“If you threw a ‘rager’, everyone would be sitting in a circle doing face masks with Celine Dion playing in the background like some kind of selfcare séance. And it would be over by 10pm.” The laughter that had finally started to slow picked up again. His heart skipped a beat seeing your nose scrunch.

“Hey now, you forgot the scented candles. That open flame is a safety hazard.”

“You are just too wild and crazy.”

“You know me so well. I’ll do my best to keep it down, no promises though.” The laughter slowed again, but the wide grins remained.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow… neighbor.” You smiled, liking the way it sounded coming from him.

“I guess so, good night neighbor.”

You closed your respective doors, each acutely aware of the one wall that separated you.

-

Daniel rubbed the sleep out of his eyes the next morning, aimlessly palming his nightstand to turn off his alarm. He made his way to the bathroom, slowly shaking away his slumber. He was washing his hands when he realized there was more noise than what was coming from the faucet. He turned the water off and listened. He picked out the sound of running water. There may have been music playing from a phone, but it was drowned out by a muffled, unmistakable, offkey voice he could pick out anywhere.

Cuz when the night faaaaallls

My loneliness calls

Boo doo boo DOOP

Ohhhhh I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the HEAT with somebody

yeaAHH I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

He smiled to himself listening to you try to do lead, backup vocals, and instrumentals of the Whitney Houston classic, reminiscing back to your performance with Lando in Japan. The warmth that spread from his chest to his toes woke him up, suddenly feeling a renewed sense of optimism for the practice sessions ahead.

As he left to head to the paddock, he heard another door close. His timing was meticulous and he counted his blessings that he should be so fortunate to share more time with you. He couldn’t help the giant smile that grew on his face at the sight of you, immediately imagining you singing in the shower. You double checked for something in your bag before you looked up to meet his gaze. You looked behind you to make sure his dimples weren’t reserved for someone else.

“Hi?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Hi.” He knew he looked dumb, but he didn’t care. He was allowed to smile at you, right?

“You’re awfully happy to see me this morning.” The corners of your mouth turned upward, marked with a cautious skepticism.

“Yeah, h-” He stopped himself. How was your sold out stadium tour in the shower? But if this was a ritual of yours, he didn’t want to miss out on future performances – he did still have three more days with you. “I’m just excited for the practice session.”

Your smile relaxed somewhat. “I’m glad you’re feeling confident. Do you wanna walk over together?”

“Oh, you’re going there too?” He mentally smacked himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Where else would you be going?

“Well yeah. You invited Joe and I, remember?”

“Right. Wasn’t sure if you were off to do lawyer things.”

“I mean I am, but the track is a lot more fun than the hotel lobby. Y’know?”

He did. And the walk there was much nicer with your company. He enjoyed this new morning routine and would be sure to make it happen the rest of the weekend. On his own he may have felt the gravity of the situation more, may have simply gone through the motions to get it all over with, the weight on his shoulders too much to bear. But your presence invigorated him. Helped him believe that there were better things on the horizon. He just needed to clear this one last hurdle and he had the strength to do it. He was consistent in the Friday practice sessions, and your shower version of “Pocketful of Sunshine” the next morning helped him place P10 for qualifying.

You too found this morning pattern soothing. You were pleasantly surprise that you enjoyed your new neighbor more than you thought you would, and happy that what you thought would be a source of stress and awkwardness brought you peace and comfort. When race day rolled around, you had no reason to believe it would be any different than practice or qualifying, other than the fact it was a night race. So you caught up on work in the morning before you got yourself ready as usual. You decided it was a Celine Dion day, happily belting “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now,” unbeknownst to you that you had an audience. In another pleasant turn of events, Joe had given you the ok to leave the work at home, granting full permission to enjoy the race. You initially went for your yellow midi dress, but it triggered flashbacks to Austin. It was best to put it away, no need to risk the bad juju. You struggled to pick something else, changing no less than five times. Somehow you needed to be modest, but in something where you wouldn’t overheat, but it would cool down once the sun set, but it also had to be stylish because you were again going to be surrounded by A-listers across an array of disciplines who looked like they just walked off the runway in Milan. For once you wished you had the ease of just throwing on a suit and being done with the whole ordeal. But the thought got your creative juices flowing, and you settled on a sleek black blazer dress. You threw on the Louboutins you bought with your first Big Law pay check that only came out on special occasions, and topped off the outfit with some big gold hoops for good measure. You could always fake confidence with red bottoms, red lips, and gold hoops.

Even though you had no work with you this time, you had grown accustomed to arriving fashionably early to these events to coincide with Daniel. You gave a friendly knock on his door, expecting him to be ready at the same time as you as he had the last two days. But nothing could have prepared you for coming face to face with the Australian and his Adonis-like figure on full display. Of course he would have no shame answering the door in just a smile and a towel, though with a body like that it was amazing he wore clothes ever.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I. Uh. Um. I-” You continued to stutter as you tried to figure out where to look. You feebly tried to avert your gaze but his beautifully tan muscles demanded attention, from his shoulders, to his pecs, to his abs. You wanted to study and write a dissertation on the tattoos on his arms. You definitely wanted to memorize the line of the towel that hung just so on his hips. But you also didn’t want to make it obvious that you were staring. So your eyes darted from the ceiling, to his body, to the floor, then back to his body, in a chaotic loop.

“My eyes are up here.” His voice dripped with smugness. You definitely couldn’t look there. But you obliged, only to be met with the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen in your life. Your entire body was on fire, and the arrogant twinkle in his eye only stoked it. You knew he was hot. God knew he was hot. Everyone knew he was hot. And he knew it too. And he was having the best time seeing you flustered.

“When you’re done having a stroke, care to tell me why you’re here?”

“You have to be there in less than an hour, I thought you’d be ready to go and we could head down together!” Your tone came off as frustrated. And you were, for more reasons than one. He rolled his eyes.

“We aren’t that far and I don’t take that long to get ready. Give me a few minutes, I’ll be right out.”

“Ugh. Fine. I’ll be in my room,” you said curtly, and spared no time practically running back.

Daniel laughed to himself as he closed the door to continue getting ready. Seeing you lose any measure of control had become one of his favorite things, a stark contrast to your usual moda operendi. He paused though when an unfamiliar sound came from the wall you shared. He stood in front of it for a moment trying to decipher what it was. It sounded like an electric shaver, but why would you need one of those? His eyes widened and the blood rushed to his cheeks and crotch as it dawned on him.

Your hands were almost shaking as you got the door open. You rummaged through your bag to find your vibrator, practically ransacking your room in the process. You definitely had time to rub one out before he would be ready. The picture of his muscly tattooed thighs pressing on the back of yours flooded your brain, back bowed for him with his name falling off your tongue. Your body ached for it to be a reality, one that was so close yet so far. You fell on the bed and pressed the toy where you needed it, eyes squeezed shut, desperately wishing it was the appendage of your friendly neighbor.

Daniel had never gotten ready so fast in his entire life. No doubt, what he just witnessed was the epitome of sexual frustration. Knowing you, you would be quick and efficient about it – he could imagine you splayed on the bed with the hem of your dress bunched up. You probably didn’t even take off your underwear. An internal battle waged within him – whether to rub one out himself or rush to catch you in your immediate post orgasm bliss, the latter ultimately winning. He would have plenty of time later to take care of himself.  

You were so close, when your phone went off.

DR: I’m outside your door.

The disturbance in your momentum should have thrown you off. But the idea that he was basically right there while you touched yourself pushed you right to the edge. Another fantasy intruded your thoughts, imagining what it might be like if he were to come inside and watch you. Your phone dinged again a second later.

DR: Come.

And you did.

You barely had time to come down from your orgasm as you smoothed out your skirt and grabbed your bag again.

“Hi sorry I’m ready,” you said breathlessly as you strode past him.

Daniel chewed the inside of his cheek. He didn’t miss the bright pink flush or the light sheen that graced your features. Your obvious glow matched the flyaways that now stuck out from your otherwise perfectly coiffed hair that made him want to drag you into his room and put that silly little imagination of yours to shame. Demand to know whether your dreams were as good as the real thing with a fistful of your hair in his hand as he buried himself deep inside you. Demand to know whether that stupid toy made you feel like half the woman he did. And that dress. That beautiful dress that hugged your body in all the right places, that showed off its peaks and valleys, that teased just the tip of your cleavage before sealing your tits away like a cruel riddle. He would ruin it. The stiffness in his pants pestered him, and he pushed the impossible thoughts away. He settled on tucking one of the out-of-place strands behind your ear, not missing the opportunity to tease you even if only a little.

“Everything ok? You’re all flushed.”

You bit back a whimper as the tip of your ear fired signals to your core and you suddenly wished your hair follicles had tactile sensors. You would’ve been blushing if your face wasn’t already red.

“Yeah… I, uh, realized I lost an earring. So I had to find it.”

“Did you?” The way his warm brown eyes bore into yours made your stomach do cartwheels.

“Yeah.” Why were you suddenly panting?

“Good. I’m glad you, uh… found your earring.” If you blinked you would’ve missed it, but you could’ve sworn you saw the flash of a smirk cross his face before it was gone. Were you still talking about earrings?

You continued to make your way to the paddock together, you stayed just a pace ahead still hesitant to make eye contact with the driver. You whipped around though when you heard a distinct *click* only to find him with his camera still aimed at you. Another *click*, the flash blinding you momentarily.

“Daniel!” The blush that had finally started to fade came back with a vengeance. He had tried to take pictures of you before, eager to practice his new hobby, and you had politely reminded him that it would pose a risk to your attorney-client privilege (it was mostly a lie, but he didn’t need to know that). But now he lowered the camera, revealing a ghost of a smirk.

“I figured it’s ok since you’re not working. Just want to remember everything from my last race day.”

“We’re in the hallway of a hotel,” you deadpanned.

“You’re right, I’ll take better pictures when we’re outside.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Natural lighting is so much better anyways.” You sighed, reluctantly granting your approval and he internally cheered. You didn’t need to know there was no way in the world he would delete the ones he already took though, that perfectly captured the curve of your backside and your beautiful, bambi eyes looking over your shoulder.

He could’ve gotten lost in his thoughts of you and he would do so happily, but he needed to get in the zone. He tried, but surprisingly the feeling never came. He found he wasn’t really nervous either. After basically processing the five stages of grief over the last few months over his career, there was nothing left for him to prove or fight for. That thought once brought him deep shame, but now it was freeing. Maybe the weight of everything would hit him later, but for now he simply wanted to be in the moment wherever the day led him. At this particular moment, that meant walking to the paddock with you at his side.

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She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 12

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 5126

Chapter index

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The coming-winter chill was replaced with an autumn heat wave and Kristoff drove to Tony’s deli on Monday morning with the windows rolled down, belting along to the song on the radio.  He’d never felt more alive.

Moving Anna into his townhouse over the weekend had been easy, and they spent Saturday and Sunday night enjoying each other in every way imaginable, from making dinner together to ending up tangled in the sheets of his bed. 

Sven had called him on Sunday night and wished him good luck with the job and to let him know if there was anything he needed.  Him and Tilly had spent the weekend together as well at Sven’s place, and she still had every intention of them living together.  They planned for it to happen as soon as Sven was back to full strength and not in danger of popping any of his sutures. 

He’d taken the cell that Kristoff’s Ma had been carrying around and was prepared to answer any incoming calls straight away.  Once they had their home office set up in Kristoff’s place, they’d get a proper land line.   Both men hoped they’d be getting a few calls over the upcoming week since Anna spent her Friday afternoon updating their website and getting them in the top five of the search results on Google. 

Her meeting with the CEO had gone well.   While he was disappointed that she was moving on, he respected her decision and the fact that she was going to be directly promoting and training her replacement from her own team.   She had told Kristoff she knew exactly who would best fit her vacancy and that she was happy that the CEO was on board with her decision. 

Not only that, Anna told him she had a long wondering question answered in the meeting about why her stupid ex had been fired all those years ago.  The CEO’s answer; he had learned about what happened and didn’t want anyone who would sleep around the office, let alone lead someone on and cheat on them.  What Anna had hoped, was confirmed, leaving her feeling vindicated for staying on with the company after all that. 

Kristoff parked his van in front of Tony’s deli, seeing the man opening up a food truck parked half a block up.  He hopped out and jogged over and greeted him, chatted briefly, then was let into the deli to start the demo.

About a half hour later the refuse bin finally arrived, and Kristoff hauled the rather large pile of construction garbage into it then paused for a moment to catch his breath, wiping his long sleeve t-shirt across his forehead then looking at his watch.

His new hire was late. 

After another hour of working like a madman, Kristoff took another break and dug out the contact information of the guy from the locked workbox in the van.  He called the number and there was no answer.

Feeling upset and mad, he got back to work for another half hour before he tried again.  Again, no answer.

Kristoff kicked a chunk of drywall across the floor and scrubbed his hands down his face.  Tony had a deadline to get the food truck back to his friend and Kristoff had a deadline to get the deli open.  His stomach turned again and he wondered what he was going to do.  Sven could do some interviews sure, but they needed someone immediately and he wasn’t sure how soon they were going to find someone.  This was not a job that Kristoff could complete without help.

He took five minutes to phone Sven and let him know what was happening.  His friend’s tone was less than impressed, and he promised to get another ad out there and interview as many people as he could.  At this point, they would take a couple of labourers, even if Kristoff was going to have to spend more of his time showing them things than working.

Then he called Anna to fill her in and let her know he wasn’t going to be home for dinner.  She sounded as upset as him that their new hire hadn’t shown up for his first day.

Sadly, he was not the first that had done that to them.  Which was why for the longest time, it was just Kristoff and Sven on the tools.  Being burnt by people they had put in place seemed to be par for the course.

Around five o’clock, Kristoff’s phone rang.  He looked at the number, surprised it was the no-show calling him back.  They usually never called back.

“Yeah?” he barked into the phone, not really having time to deal with lame excuses.

“Hey man, I saw you tried to call me a few times.  I, uh, got another job somewhere else.  Better pay.  You know how it is.”

Kristoff did know how it was.  He also knew of a thing called decency.  He said nothing.

“Anyway,” the guy continued.  “I should have called to tell you.  Kinda slipped my mind.  Sorry, man.”

“Yeah.  Thanks.”  Kristoff hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.  His head tilted back and he groaned at the ceiling.   Fuck he was tired.  He let out a heavy sigh and got back to work.

Tony came to check on him when he was done for the day and Kristoff had to admit to him that he was going to be single handed until they found another employee, but assured him that he would meet their deadline one way or another.  Then he had to ask if Tony was comfortable leaving him the keys, because he was going to stay until he figured he had done as much as Sven and him would have gotten done.

The older man was hard to read, leaving Kristoff wondering if he was as unimpressed as he imagined he’d be if it were him.  Then he came back five minutes later with two deli sandwiches wrapped in paper and the keys to the shop. 

“I’ve been there,” Tony said, after Kristoff had thanked him profusely.  “I see how determined you are.  I know you’ll get there.”

Kristoff nodded, feeling an odd lump forming in his throat.  Other than Anna, he’d never worked a job for someone so nice and understanding.  And he was truly grateful that Tony had made him a dinner he thought he’d be missing.

He followed Tony to the door to lock it when the older man paused and turned around. 

“You need a guy?  Even if he might have no idea what he’s doing?”

Kristoff nodded, perhaps a little eagerly.   “Yeah, I really need an extra pair of hands on this job.”

“I got a bum for a nephew, currently living on my couch.  He’s between jobs, he says.”  Tony scoffed.  “I’m going to drag his ass with me tomorrow morning if you can give him a job.  I’d like to see the kid do something.  Go to school, you know?”

Tony was talking about an apprenticeship, and while hiring an apprentice wasn’t on their outline that soon for growing the company, Kristoff could not deny that he needed some help.  Even if it was green.

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Kristoff’s tired legs carried him slowly up the steps to his front door.  He pulled his keys out of his pocket and was just about to put them in the lock when the door swung open.  Anna greeting him with a sympathetic smile. 

“Hey,” she said softly.  “Glad you’re finally home.”

Kristoff smiled, feeling better, and stepped in to take off his work boots while Anna shut the door and grabbed the work bag from off his shoulders.  It was nearly eleven.  In six short hours he’d be getting up for work. 

He followed her into the house and noticed the lights in the living room were on low and an ice-cold beer was waiting for him on the coffee table.  Next to it was a bowl of his favourite chips.

“Figured you wanted a drink and a snack before bed?” she asked, walking past him to grab the bottle.  She handed it to him.  “I’ll grab you another one after your shower if you want.”

Anna knew exactly what he needed after a long day and he was suddenly blindsided by the gratitude he felt that she was in his life.  He leaned over to kiss her quickly.  “I’d ask you to join me if I wasn’t so fucking tired.”

She giggled.  “Definitely another time when you don’t come home so late.”

He kissed her again for good measure and took a swig of the beer as he headed down the hall to the bathroom.  He showered quickly, taking the bottle straight into the shower with him and finishing it off, then joined Anna back in the living room to grab the snack she had out.  The sandwiches Tony gave him had been delicious, and he’d inhaled them… then he worked for five more hours and got an appetite back. 

Kristoff groaned when he sat – rather collapsed – onto the couch.  He sighed. “What a day.” 

“I’m so sorry that guy didn’t show up.”  Anna frowned, handing him another beer.  She sat next to him with her own. “He should have let you know he found somewhere else.”

“Well, he did.  At the end of his work day.”

“Jeez,” Anna muttered.  “You’d probably already written him off by then.”

“Did that about noon,” Kristoff agreed, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them in his face.

“Well, I’m glad Tony has that nephew to give you a hand.  I hope Sven get’s a hit on the ad soon.”

Kristoff nodded slowly.  He’d called Anna while he ate his sandwiches and talked for a bit, filling her in on his day.  She’d filled him in on hers, and how as soon as she got home from work, she conferenced with Sven to see if there were any interviews to find out that no one had sent in a resume yet. 

It was hard not to feel discouraged.  They all knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but to have a setback on day one… it felt like a slap in the face.  And while he did need another pair of hands, once demo was done, he was going to be a teacher too, and he knew there was going to be fuck-ups that he was going to have to take time to fix. 

The only good part of his day was sitting right next to him.

He looked at her while she gazed thoughtfully back at him.  She’d asked if he wanted to bring him dinner and he’d told her about Tony���s generous sandwiches, and that she should not to wait up.  Somehow, he knew she would anyway.  And she’d clearly done some cleaning.  There were no more boxes in the living room waiting to be unpacked, and the bathroom was definitely cleaner than he’d left it.   Everything she did was so thoughtful, so appreciated.  He wondered idly of she knew how much he loved her.

“We should get you to bed.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes looking into his soul.

He nodded and finished the last of his beer.  It was uncanny how she could read him.

They left the empties on the table and headed to the bedroom.  Kristoff stripped to his boxers while Anna changed into her pyjamas and they crawled into bed together.   He hugged her close and had just managed to get out the words ‘I love you’, then he was fast asleep. 

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

It had been one hell of a week.  The ups and downs Kristoff felt were intense. 

It began with Tony’s nephew, Enzo.  The kid appeared eager, but he was greener than green.  He’d graduated high school a couple of months prior and turned eighteen over the summer, flitting from fast food job to fast food job until he ended up on Tony’s couch when his parents kicked him out for not holding down a steady job.

Everything needed to be explained, and by quitting time on Tuesday, Kristoff felt panicky over how little they managed to get done.  He sent Enzo home with Tony and continued working, even though his body was bone weary.  At least Tony had left him with a couple more delicious sandwiches.

The next day was better, but not much.  Kristoff still had to explain what exactly the kid was to demo and what was to be left alone.  He watched him like a hawk to make sure he wasn’t going to have to fix something that was supposed to stay in place rather than be removed.   By the end of his day, Enzo seemed to have caught on a bit better, but he still had an abundance of questions.  Kristoff remained as patient as possible with the kid.  He remembered what it was like when he was coming up in construction, and how he’d get barked at for not knowing something that he was there to learn.  There truly were some asshole foremen out there. 

Sven had expanded the ad to include workers for all positions, first year to journeyman, and there were four interviews set up for the week.  Of the four, two never showed, one came in with an arrogance and poor attitude that Sven knew would not mesh with Kristoff, and one was hired.  He was slotted to show up the following Monday and both Kristoff and Sven had their fingers crossed that he would.

When he wasn’t doing interviews, Sven went to look at jobs.  Three calls had come in and he took as many pictures as possible for Kristoff to help him do the quote.  It wasn’t that Sven didn’t know how to do it, he just didn’t have the same formula that Kristoff did, and his prices always came out too high.  So far, they’d never been in the red on any job Kristoff had priced, so they always went with his cost.  Only right now that was going to be Sven’s job, which was why he was coming to the job site over the weekend so Kristoff could talk him through it while he worked. 

At least Enzo had agreed to some overtime and would be there to help.  The kid proved to be a quick learner, and by the end of the week, he was mostly working independently. 

Having stayed very late every other day of the week, Kristoff was all too eager to knock off early on Friday afternoon, despite how far behind the job was.  He was in dire need of some rest. 

Kristoff tripped going up the stairs into the house, his legs were so tired.  He caught himself on the railing and hauled his weary body up to the door.  Inside, he kicked off his boots and wandered over to the couch, collapsing onto it face fist in his dirty clothes to catch his breath for five minutes before he jumped into the shower. Instead, he fell asleep, and Anna woke him up with a gentle shake when she got home. 

While he hadn’t intended to take a nap, he was glad he did, because he felt refreshed enough to do something he’d been too tired to do all week.  He pulled Anna with him into the bathroom, and they made love in the shower.

Afterward they shared a pizza and a couple of stiff rum and cokes while they looked over all the pictures and plans of the jobs Sven had looked at.  Kristoff felt an itch to start pricing them right then, but he knew he needed Sven to learn this.  Anna too perhaps someday.  But she was still working hard at setting up her replacement, and while she continuously offered to help him with anything, they would do just fine with Sven taking the reins. 

His bored ass needed more to do anyway.

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Sven walked into the deli on Saturday morning and looked around, then his worried eyes met Kristoff’s.  He put the sledgehammer down and walked over to his friend while Enzo continued on his task.

“Fuck, man.  I thought you were further ahead than this.”

Kristoff let out a heavy sigh.  “I know.  We are behind.”

“Way behind,” Sven said pointedly. 

Feeling instantly frustrated, Kristoff lashed out.  “What the fuck do you want me to do, Sven?  I’m here all weekend, aren’t I?  You want me to sleep here too?”

Sven let out his own frustrated sigh.  “No, I’m sorry.  I know how hard you’re working.  And I feel bad for dumping all this on you.  I’m just worried.”

“You and me both.  That new hire better show up on Monday.”

His friend nodded.  “He will.  I have a good feeling about the guy.”

“He’s the third year?”  Sven nodded.  “Well, I guess he’ll know a thing or two,” he said quietly so that Enzo would not overhear.  The kid was trying really hard. 

“On the bright side, I have a half dozen interviews booked next week.”

“Yeah?  How many you thinking we need?”

“If they show up and aren’t jackasses, all of them.”

Kristoff’s brow furrowed.  “What?”

“I got three more jobs to look at on Monday.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, man.  The calls just keep coming in.  Anna definitely upped our visibility on google.”

Kristoff felt a little blindsided.  Neither one of them had mentioned anything about this to him.  He’d thought what was coming in was something that they could handle.

Apparently, Sven could read his expression.  He said, “Look, I know how much you have on your plate right now.  I want to step up and pull my weight by taking care of everything else.”

“And that includes all the business decisions now?” Kristoff snapped.  He was irrationally pissed. 

Sven looked like he was going to match Kristoff’s anger, then seemed to think better of it.  He took a calming breath.   “No, that’s not what I’m doing.  I’m trying to make the model that you and Anna gave me, work.  And don’t you think that you aren’t the forefront of my mind with every decision that I am making.”

Kristoff felt bad for getting angry.  He was stressed and way overtired.  And Sven knew that.  He nodded. “Yeah, okay.  I get it.”

“I’m not saying we are going to get all these jobs, but if we do, I want to have people in place.”

“And if we don’t get any of them?” Kristoff asked, supressing another heavy sigh.

Sven shrugged.  “We’re pretty fucked then, I guess.”

Kristoff groaned and sat right down on the dusty floor and put his face in his hands.  “Fuck, I am so stressed about all this.”

Sven sat across from him, getting his fanciest pair of jeans all dirty.  “I can tell.  We can all tell.  Why do you think I’ve been trying to do all this without burdening you more than I already have.  I mean, you have to work and talk me through how to price these jobs.  I feel kind of worthless right now.”

“You’re not,” Kristoff muttered, looking at his hands and digging out some dirt from under his nails.  “I know how hard you’re working too while you’re healing.”

A presence loomed over them.  “Coffee break?”

Both of them looked up at Enzo, smiling down at them.  Kristoff was telling Sven the night before how much potential the kid was showing.  They were going to get him in the apprentice program right away and Kristoff had a feeling that he was going to be one of the people still there at the end, whether they found the success they were looking for, or not.  As baffing as it was to Kristoff, the kid really looked up to him.

“Hey, kid.  Nice to finally meet you,” Sven said as he stood up to shake his hand.

Kristoff was happy to see the stiffness disappearing from Sven’s movements as he took to his own feet.

“Nice to meet you too, sir.”  Enzo smiled.

“Sir?  Woah, Nelly!  That’s Boss Man to you, young lad.”

Enzo grinned wider, clearly clicking with Sven’s vibe.  “Anything you say, Boss Man.”

They all laughed.  Even Kristoff, and then they stepped outside to grab a steaming cup of joe from Tony’s food truck. 

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By Sunday afternoon when they were done for the day, Kristoff was so spent, he had Enzo drive him home, then called the kid an Uber and invited him inside to wait for the car.  He was so damn tired he didn’t trust himself behind the wheel.

Sitting at their kitchen table with Anna, Enzo looked a little beside himself as Kristoff passed them each a bottle of beer.  The kid was nervous in one of those excited ways, like he thought it was the coolest thing in the world to be sitting at Kristoff’s table with a beer while worrying about not acting weird. 

A thought struck him and Kristoff raised an eyebrow at the kid.  “Surely this isn’t your first beer?”

“No, no.” Enzo shook his head quickly.  “Not at all.  Me and my buddy used to get his older brother to buy us beer in high school.”

Kristoff smiled, remembering back to his days.  It was the same.  Find someone with a fake ID, or find someone to buy them beer that they would take to ball diamond by the park and drink under the bleachers.  They sure thought they were cool as fuck back then.  Drinking cheap, bitter beer that everyone seemed to scrunch their nose at with every sip.  But damn if they didn’t tell themselves that it tasted great.

Him and Sven would walk home after their other friends had left, acting a little tipsier than either of them really were and arguing about who was more wasted off of two beers.  They were big guys, and while drinking was new to them, they were far from being drunk.

It was like that every weekend.  They either camped out at Sven’s place, or at Kristoff’s.  Living a block apart, they always seemed to be in each other’s houses, and their parents were happy that they got along so well.  They each became a second family to the boys.

They never argued.  Never had a disagreement that they couldn’t talk out before one of them said something they didn’t mean.  And it was like that forever, until that one job had them so overworked that they both snapped.  It was like everything they’d ever wanted to say to each other their entire lives came out in an explosive argument in front of the van, standing in the parking lot outside the place they were working on.

Sven ended up just walking away and Kristoff never waited for him to come back.  The guy knew his own way home. 

The entire drive home, he felt the burn of shame for what he’d said.  All the things he’d thrown in Sven’s face.  All the things that were thrown in his.  This was not them.  But fuck if he wasn’t still furious at it all.

The next day, Kristoff went to pick Sven up and waited in front of his apartment complex for ten minutes with his texts going unanswered before he gave up and drove to work.  There was Sven, working away and looked pissed off about it.  He’d driving himself in his own car.  Kristoff got to work beside him, neither of them saying a word the entire day.  They worked into the night and Sven was the one to leave first, peeling his tires out of the parking lot while Kristoff packed up his tools. 

He was more enraged than ever that Sven wouldn’t even be civil enough to let him know he was driving himself.  The next morning, he never went by Sven’s place at all.  He was just pulling up in his car while Kristoff was unpacking his tools from the van.  Another day of not talking except to grunt out an answer to a work question, and Kristoff started to feel a deep sense of melancholy at realization that the friendship, and their business, was likely over. 

They’d both said so many things.  It was hard to come back from speaking so vehemently. 

They finished the job completely the next day and it was as chilly as ever between them.  When they both drove home separately, the only thing on Kristoff’s mind was where they would find themselves on Monday morning.  They were slotted to be at their next job after the weekend.  Would the two days off be enough to cool the minds that had been so in sync since they met that they truly felt like brothers.

His weekend was miserable, thinking about what had happened with Sven, which was severely fucking with his ability to catch up on his sleep.  By Sunday morning, he knew he needed an answer, or he was going to lose his damn mind. 

He picked up his phone and started to type a text, asking if Sven would be up to talk.  Just as he pressed send, a message from Sven popped up on his screen, saying more or less the same thing.  Kristoff grinned, and called Sven right away.  How uncanny they sent the same thought at virtually the same time.

After laughing about that, they both apologized.  And while there was still going to be some hurt that they carried for a while because of it, both of them agreed that their friendship was stronger than an argument, even if it was a vicious one. 

“Kristoff?”

He looked at Anna, pulled from memory.  “Yeah?”

“Enzo asked you how you got into construction.”

Kristoff looked at the kid.  “Shit.  Sorry.  Kind of zoned out there.”

Anna giggled.  “We could tell.”

“How I got into it, huh?” Kristoff said, rubbing his fingers down his chin.  “Well, I guess it had a lot to do with my Pop.  He built houses.  I went to work with him quite a few times over the summers when I was out of school, Sven did too actually, and I just really liked it.  You know, seeing everything take shape.  Start from a hole in the ground to a finished house that will be someone’s home someday.”

Enzo was nodding enthusiastically.  “Yeah.  Like, I can’t wait to see how the deli turns out.”

Kristoff smiled at the kid.  He’d had the same look on his face when he was hanging out with the guys after work for a beer when he was old enough to drink.  It was the camaraderie and a feeling of finally finding something that you know you can be happy doing for the rest of your life, even if it was hard work. 

He said, “I can tell your uncle has been thinking about the reno for a long time.  It’s definitely going to look awesome.”

They chatted for a few more minutes until the Uber arrived and Enzo thanked them for the beer with a wave as he went down the walkway to the street.  Kristoff shut the door and leaned over to rest his forehead against it.  He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this tired, and that included the fatigue that led to the fight between him and Sven.   Perhaps it was because he was getting older.

Small hands, gentle but firm, worked their way up his shoulder blades and onto his shoulders, massaging the muscles there.

“Fuck that feels good,” he muttered, head still pressed against the door.

“Go have a shower and then I’ll give you a full body,” Anna said behind him, voice low and sultry. 

He smiled and turned around in her arms.  She clasped her hands behind his neck as he bent down to kiss her.  “Only if you join me,” he said, and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. 

*****

In reality, showering with someone wasn’t always the best.  It meant that someone was always out of the hot stream of water at some point.  There was logistics involved that proved it to be more trouble than it was worth.  Except, Kristoff had somehow cracked that code, and showering with him was an intensely gratifying experience. 

Perhaps it was the design of his shower.  The fact that it was a walk in with a glass door, a big rainfall showerhead, and jets set underneath along the wall that could be adjusted to shoot the water in any desired direction.  Her back braced in the corner, Kristoff pressed against her and holding her up with him, she was warm, very comfortable and being given unspeakable pleasure by the man that she was madly in love with. 

Afterward, as they toweled off and dressed, Anna pondered her life before Kristoff was in it and found it was a little hard to remember.  The job sure, her family, friends, that wasn’t what was hazy… it was what she did with her time without him.  It was what was on her mind before she met him.  It was knowing that she had felt lonely before, only it was hard to imagine that now, even if Kristoff was working some seriously long hours. 

He had become her entire world and there was nothing that she would not do for him. 

Luckily, her protégé at work was picking up on the role that Anna had held very well, and that meant that she only had one more week and then she’d be packing up her office.  Already she’d been bringing things home every day, plucking them off the bookshelves they all built and feeling a sort of regret that she didn’t get to enjoy them for very long. 

With Kristoff working so late, Anna went about completely setting up and stocking the home office that her and Sven would be working in.  The furniture had been delivered the week before and Anna had unpacked, assembled, and moved everything into place herself.   Kristoff, of course, had noticed and showed her his gratitude in his affections.  It was amazing being with a man and not having to fear missing out on an orgasm when they had sex.  He always left her satisfied, and more often than not, more than once.

Even when she wanted to selflessly pleasure him by taking him into her mouth, he flipped her onto her back afterward and returned the favour, not taking Anna’s – admittedly, rather insincere – protests for an answer.  Truth was she would never turn down such affections.  Anna had never been so horny in her entire life and Kristoff was feeding her hunger very well. 

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[woefully-undercaffeinated]

I didn't become an engineer the traditional way; rather than getting an engineering degree, doing internships, and then going straight into engineering work after college, I was forced to leave school early and study on my own while working as a cook, a customer service rep, an oilfield laborer, and an aircraft electrician. So as an engineer, I do my best to ensure that I don't segregate myself from the technicians, assemblers, cleaners, inventory stockers, and clerical staff. I try to be available to them as much as possible, help them when they're struggling, and stand up for them when another engineer or a manager is bullying them.

My client has been... demanding. They wanted the assembly plant on our campus to be operational *right away*, and so required the production company contracting with them to hire urgently and relocate workers from other states and other countries in order to work in a building that wasn't even half-finished -- it took six months for working bathrooms to be installed, the first three months were spent working in tents to prevent the dust and debris of the active construction zone from contaminating the prototypes we were working on, there was constant loud noise everywhere in the workplace, there were so few chairs that I caught people sitting on hazmat bins, and work space was limited so badly that stepping away from a workbench for a moment resulted in all of your work items being packed up and put away. There were sudden and unacceptable security policy changes enacted, such as the day we discovered that a personal search was a condition of exit from the production floor, or the month and a half we spent with no phone or chat access and no way for someone to reach us in an emergency. The production schedule was so ambitious that I and a good portion of the production staff frequently worked sixty- and seventy-hour weeks throughout the summer and fall, but despite the constant supply quality issues and conflicting directives we managed to stay on top and even get ahead of the schedule. Anyone who says "no-one wants to work anymore" needs to be dragged to my facility and shown just how much these men and women are willing to put up with for their job.

This morning, I came into my job to discover that all of the production staff in my workplace had been notified that the assembly plant is being shut down this spring. They'll spend the next few weeks wondering if they'll be required to relocate to another state or country to keep their jobs or simply let go, and then spend the rest of their holiday season dealing with the ramifications of that decision. And there's nothing I can do other than share pro-labor songs -- my NDA means I'm not even allowed to say who the client is.

But if any Dickensian spirits are looking for a Scrooge, I know of a few boardrooms that could use a visit.

[disposalqueen]

If you are planning a home renovation or construction project, dealing with waste can be challenging, particularly if you live in an area with narrow streets or have limited space on your property. This can make it difficult to accommodate a large dumpster bin, and navigating through tight spaces can be a daunting task. However, there is a solution to this problem: hiring Disposal Queen, which specializes in providing customized solutions for homeowners with limited space for a dumpster bin rental.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I’m lichen anon. It seems like vinegar is the thing. We’ve stopped the water where it leaks into my room but we can’t fix the roof for the moment because my dad is afraid of being on the roof and the guy who typically fixes our roof (my house is over 100 years old and it’s in shambles, so a dude who owes my dad money fixes the stuff my dad can’t whenever he’s free. My dad is a engineer/construction/handyman basically he can do anything except stand on the roof) is on vacation or something idk, but we know where the leak is and we have tarps and bins catching the water so it doesn’t leak into the actual house part anymore. So ever since my dad did that and then drenched my ceiling in vinegar the lichen has not returned even though it’s been rainy and humid. I wouldn’t want to use anything harsher than vinegar or household cleaner because my room is a poorly ventilated glorified closet and my dad would never hire a guy to get rid of it because we don’t have money for that. Also mold doesn’t scare me we have mold in a few places in the house because we live on the beach in a dilapidated beach house so it’s inevitable, we treat it and no one’s ever gotten sick. My dad was just worried that this lichen would like take over my room. We were really more worried about water damage and the ceiling collapsing that anything else.

My dolls are safe tho and in their proper places. The ceiling doesn’t appear compromised so I shouldn’t have to worry about anything dripping or falling on them. I wish my room wasn’t a literal closet because one I don’t have a lot of room for stuff but also because we get hurricanes and stuff a lot and sometimes water leaks in the windows a bit and I worry about my dolls because they’re mostly under one window. So far only one doll got anything on it and it was because we had the house power washed so it could get painted (literal worst thing my dad has ever decided to do because it’s the reason the roof leaks, it gave us a flea infestation, and it destroyed a whole bunch of property when the dirty water leaked in and drenched electronics and a lot of my craft stuff and they didn’t paint stuff they were suppose to paint) and it stained one of my doll’s dress with rusty water that leaked through the window.

My dad on multiple occasions has gone into my room and thrown blankets over my dolls (cue heart attack) because of the water that could leak in from hurricanes and stuff. I appreciate that he cares but it also freaks me out everytime because I worry he’s going to damage one of my dolls because he doesn’t get how fragile they are. He does understand that they are expensive which is why he does this.

Anyway hopefully the lichen is gone for good, but hurricane season is like next month so we’ll see if the water leaks in again and I’ll have to protect my dolls from the weather. Also as a side note, I can’t get like cases for my dolls because my room is both small and not like a normal shape and the windows take up a lot of wall space and there’s a giant overhang in the middle of the room so anything taller than like 3-4ft won’t fit and the set up I have now literally leaves like a 4ft square of floor space at most. I can’t even have my clothes in my room because I have no closet and a dresser won’t fit lol

Sorry for the tangents I have adhd lol I appreciate anyone’s concern or advice tho

~Anonymous

[gobinsgoldcoast]

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Reliable and Affordable Gold Coast Skips for Every Project

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To get the most out of your Gold Coast skips hire, consider the following tips:

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Conclusion

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Address -  Gold Cost QLD

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[greenwasteremovalmelbourne]

Search for High Quality Skip Bin Hire Near Me to Dispose Waste

People often search for skip bin hire near me as they want specific sizes that will help to dump waste appropriately. Renowned suppliers offer their bins for residential, commercial and industrial properties so one could rent according to requirements. This will help to dump the waste properly, eliminate bad odour and provide hygienic space for breathing while limiting the risk of pests.

Why is it Necessary to Rent Skip Bins for Building Sites?

Generally, well-known companies offer construction rubbish removal in Melbourne that will let one dump additional and damaged supplies easily. This will also limit the chance of labourers and on-site workers being physical hurt due to unwanted things lying around. They provide high quality bins that can hold heavy duty supplies without fear of breakage.

Professional suppliers are knowledgeable enough to advice consumers over queries and suggest them on purchasing appropriate size of skip bins that will fulfil the requirements. Moreover, they also provide pick-up and delivery services for waste bins so one could avoid the hassle of hiring other agencies for transportation trucks. This will overall have an impact on environment and support sustainability lifestyle for better approach.

Well-known companies also provide evaluation report on waste management and recycling materials that can do better for the environment. Additionally, the construction bins can handle harsh seasonal changes and dangerous external elements without losing its durability.

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It can also recycle to produce fresh raw materials for building after conducting proper inspection.

One should enquire with the best company in the area if they want to hire skip bins for construction purposes.

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[richmondwaste]

Discover Richmond Waste's comprehensive approach to Industrial Waste Management, offering sustainable and efficient solutions tailored for commercial sectors. Dive into our services designed to minimize environmental impact while maximizing operational efficiency. Perfect for businesses seeking responsible waste handling and recycling strategies.

[central01]

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Furthermore, the convenience of booking online or via phone makes the process hassle-free. This seamless booking experience allows you to focus on the more creative aspects of your renovation while leaving the logistics to the experts.

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One of the key benefits of incorporating skip hire into your DIY renovation project is the increased efficiency it brings. With a skip readily available, you can dispose of waste immediately, preventing clutter from building up and hindering your progress. This efficiency is particularly beneficial during more extensive renovations, such as kitchen remodels or bathroom upgrades, where the volume of waste can be significant.

Moreover, having a designated space for waste disposal can significantly improve safety on the job site. Loose debris and hazardous materials can pose risks to both you and any workers you have on site. By keeping your area organized and free of clutter, you can minimize the risk of accidents and ensure a safer working environment.

In addition to safety, efficiency also translates to time savings. By eliminating the need for multiple trips to the local tip, you can dedicate more time to the creative aspects of your renovation. This not only enhances your overall experience but also allows you to complete your project more quickly, ultimately saving you time and money.

Conclusion: Embrace the Benefits of Skip Hire in Birmingham

In conclusion, skip hire in Birmingham is an invaluable resource for homeowners embarking on DIY renovation projects. By understanding the importance of effective waste management and choosing a reputable skip hire service, you can streamline your renovation process and create a safe and efficient work environment. Central Birmingham Skip Hire stands out as a reliable provider, offering a variety of skip sizes, competitive pricing, and a commitment to environmental responsibility.

[jjskipbins]

Effortless Waste Disposal with Soil Skip Bin Hire

Soil skip bin hire is the ideal solution for managing soil, dirt, and rubble during landscaping or construction projects. These specialized bins are designed to handle heavy, compact materials, making disposal efficient and hassle-free. By opting for soil skip bins, you ensure that your site remains clean and organized, while also adhering to local waste disposal regulations. Whether you're tackling a small garden renovation or a large-scale construction job, soil skip bin hire provides a convenient and eco-friendly way to manage excess soil and debris.