I get the ladder off the back of the truck and lean it against the telephone pole in front of his house. After jiggling it into a secure position, I climb up to the amplifier and change the fittings, trying not to think about Mr. Jackson inside the house, who’s probably now undressed, drying off with that thirsty towel, rubbing it roughly through that wavy hair…
Stop it.
I concentrate on unrolling the cable wrapped around my shoulder. Okay, sure, he’s a cute one. f**k, he’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in this dead-end town. But I’m the cable man. I’m here to hook up his TV and make sure he has pictures and then if I’m lucky, he’ll have no problems and will never call the office again.
Screwing one cable fitting onto the tap, I toss the rest of the coiled black wire down to
