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here! I’m in here,” Al shouted from the kitchen of his apartment. His face scrunched up as he tried to remember if he had locked the door or not.
    “Oak Ridge Fire Department,” a voice called out.
    Obviously he hadn’t locked the door—again.
    “I’m in the kitchen!” he called out.
    “Sir, what seems to be the problem?” An older fireman in full regalia asked as he came rushing through the door to the small room.
    Before Al could answer, the fireman quickly assessed the situation, smiling broadly at what he saw.
    Embarrassed, Al tried to explain, “I-I seem to be stuck,” he stammered, feeling like an imbecile.
    The fireman called over his shoulder, “Get Harris and Collins up here!” Standing next to the red-faced man, whose hand was stuck in the drain of the kitchen sink, he said with a smile,
    “Don’t worry, sir, we’ll have you out of there in no time, no time at all.”
    The sound of heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs announced the impending entry of the other two firemen that had been sent for. Now, there were three large firemen in full gear and Al in the tiny apartment kitchen. The three firemen crowded around the sink, where he was stooped over, his hand firmly lodged inside the drain.
    “Harris, you and Collins can handle this, can’t you?” the older man asked cheerfully.
    “Sure, Chief, Eric and I can handle this… no problem,” one of the younger firefighters answered. “I’ll need to get the toolbox off the truck. Back in a minute.”
    Two of the geared-up men, one older and one younger, left the apartment, leaving Al and the one remaining fireman.
    “I’m Eric Collins,” the fireman introduced himself. “I’d shake your hand, but you seem to have it otherwise occupied,” he said teasingly.
    Al blushed.
    “Nice to meet you,” he murmured as he squirmed.
    Eric leaned over behind Al, leaning into him slightly, running his hand around the drain opening that held Al’s trapped hand.
    “Um, do you think you can avoid leaning into me?” Al asked.
    “I’ll do what I can, but I’m going to have to be able to get in there to help you,” Eric said.
    “I know but I-I really have to go, and the pressure isn’t helping matters,” Al admitted, embarrassed.
    “Ahh, okay. I get it.” Eric smiled. “I’ll keep it to a minimum, then. I’ll be right back,” he announced as he left the small room.
    When Eric returned, he was without the heavy oxygen tank and heavy yellow coat. Instead he wore bright yellow pants held up by suspenders and a tight navy blue T-shirt with ORFD printed on it. There was some type of logo strategically over his left pectoral muscle—his bulging pectoral muscle.
    “Now I can move around a bit more easily,” the muscular Eric said.
    Al kept his eyes averted from the attractive young fireman, but not before he admired his muscular build.
    “Here we go,” Harris said, dropping the hefty toolbox on the floor to punctuate his return. He also shed his heavy equipment and coat, exposing his rippling muscles as well.
    Inwardly, Al cringed at having two incredible hunks in such close proximity. His overly full bladder wasn’t helping matters either.
    “Can you step to the right, please, Mr…?” Fireman Harris asked.
    “Baumgartner. Al Baumgartner,” Al said. “Please, just Al.”
    “Sure, Al.” Harris was already on his back, looking up at Al as he crawled underneath the kitchen sink.
    Al watched the already tight T-shirt stretch even tighter across Harris’s dancing muscles. His arms flexed as he maneuvered the flashlight inside the sink cabinet.
    “There’s a garbage disposal, so we’re going to have to kill the electricity.” Harris’s voice was muffled inside the cabinet.
    “Where’s your circuit box, Al?” Eric asked.
    “On the other side of the refrigerator,” Al answered.
    Al watched as Eric opened the small metal door, admiring his broad shoulders accented by the suspenders.
    “Power’s off,” he said, returning to the