My pants were only slightly less revealing, starting at my hips, and hugging my shapely legs all the way down! to my knees, from there it flared out giving my long legs an even longer look and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He stood in the door way for a few seconds and finally said my asked me a question with a composure I knew he was not feeling. "Does your dad have a power screwdriver I could borrow? I broke the door into my room when I was throwing a party the night before last, and the fact that it won't shut finally pissed my off long enough to fix it." I smiled, running my fingers through my long soft hair, "Why do you need the power tool, are your muscles not strong enough to handle the job with out the use of equipment?" I asked with sexy humor. After a few minutes of flirtatious arguing about whether he could handle unscrewing something without an electric tool, Joe smiled, and bent his arm and flexed, "Do I not look strong enough to do the job? Feel that muscle. It's hard as a rock. I'm just lazy, and an electric one would take less time than a manual screwdri! ver." Even through the sweatshirt he was wearing his muscle could be seen. I ran my long fingers over his taut, flexed muscle and nodded as I slowly pulled my fingers back in a way that caressed his arm. "Fine, macho man, I believe you. Come on, we are going to get the screwdriver. Just warning you though I have no idea where it is..." Joe rolled his eyes, but smiled good humouredly, "A quest, what fun" We walked to my garage with me in the lead, and when I opened the garage I said, "Watch your step" I said right as Joe tripped over the corner of a wooden box the jutted out into the middle of the walkway. He caught himself, but he pushed me over in the process. I hit my leg on the corner of my dad's metal tool box and groaned as I crashed painfully to the ground. His eyes grew wide as he looked at me. "I am so sorry..." (he was always sweet to me) He rushed over and he helped me up and I winced as I tried to put pressure on my right leg. He held me up and asked, "Are you oka! y? Did you cut your self?" I shook my head, "I don't think so." I bent down and slowly pulled my pants leg up, and even in the dim light provided by the garage light, I could see that it was already bruising and swelling. I tried putting pressure on it, but my leg shuddered and gave out. Joe swallowed hard as he said, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to." I laughed from his concern and said, "Its okay, just help me to the living room, there's better light there." Joe picked me up by my back and behind my knee caps and carried me to the living room. He slowly put me down on the couch as if he might break me, and he softly rolled up my pants leg and gasped. "I'll be right back." He left and came back with a bag of ice. He took his jacket off to reveal a white work-out shirt, which flaunted his gorgeous muscles. He slowly pulled my pant's leg up obviously enjoying the feel of my smooth leg under his strong hand and he softly placed the ice bag on it and I winced from the pressure. He sighed and sat down on the floor next to me. "I'm sorry..." I smiled and flipped my hair off of my shoulder, "I'm not made of glass, Joe. I haven't changed that much since we were kids. I am still tough..." I said this softly and smoothly, letting the words slip out of my mouth like honey. Joe looked up and met my eyes and said, "Your hair is so much longer and you actually have changed a lot. I can't believe how gorgeous you got..." I smiled and was about!...

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