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Jacob Winters
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2014
It was hot today, too damn hot Michael thought to himself as he lifted up a piece of two by four and brought it to his saw, he had been working on the back porch for nearly a week now. His flesh slightly bronzed by his time in the sun though it was far from dark, a sheen of sweat caused him to glisten in the sunlight, dark green eyes watched through goggles as he chopped the wood on the mark with the saw. Dark brown nearly black hair slicked back slightly thick and perfect for running your hands through, he wasn't an overly handsome man but he liked to think he was a seven maybe a seven and a half out of ten. A rugged look to him as he hadn't shaved in days leaving stubble to cover the lower part of his face, he was a tall man at six foot two so he looked down at most people. He wore a simple outfit consisting of a grey tank top which showed off well built arms, they were built from real work not just lifting weights so they weren't bulky, a pair of worn down blue jeans and work boots.
While he was good with his hands and he knew how to build things this wasn't his job anymore, a while back he started a stock firm with a couple of friends who needed some money. He had just been a carpenter back then so he didn't have much knowledge in that so they said he could just be an investor and maybe handle some of their public things as he did have a charismatic personality. So now he was pretty well off with a four bedroom house, in a good neighborhood with friends who lived right across the street with their daughter, he had known them for nearly fifteen years now which made him feel a bit old when he thought about it. He placed the two by four in place and set to hammering the nails in, by now he was pretty tired having been up working on this since ten in the morning and it was now nearly two in the afternoon so it was a good time for a break. He made his way inside for a cold drink and the refreshing feel of air conditioning on his hot flesh.
While he was good with his hands and he knew how to build things this wasn't his job anymore, a while back he started a stock firm with a couple of friends who needed some money. He had just been a carpenter back then so he didn't have much knowledge in that so they said he could just be an investor and maybe handle some of their public things as he did have a charismatic personality. So now he was pretty well off with a four bedroom house, in a good neighborhood with friends who lived right across the street with their daughter, he had known them for nearly fifteen years now which made him feel a bit old when he thought about it. He placed the two by four in place and set to hammering the nails in, by now he was pretty tired having been up working on this since ten in the morning and it was now nearly two in the afternoon so it was a good time for a break. He made his way inside for a cold drink and the refreshing feel of air conditioning on his hot flesh.
