David let her warming roll off of his back, at least visibly he seemed unperturbed. A little bit of worry did well up that perhaps he had been too harsh in his critique to the point where she would actually follow through and call her landlady. That would cause some hassle for him, and he was not in the business of being hassled these days. David basically skimmed through the rest of the backside bushes, but they looked respectable enough, before he rejoined his team and they packed up for the day. It was five o'clock, time to knock off for the day.<br/><br/>David didn't think too much about the deepthroat girl again that night, turning on a basketball game and having a beer or six before he passed out on the couch. The Rosebottom apartment subdivision was pretty damn big, almost a hundred tenets, so it had to be cut in multiple days unless they started at the crack of dawn each morning, and most of the time they had to prioritize smaller lots to keep up with weekly schedules. It was on the drive back that she came into his mind again, remembering how deep down her gullet she was able to accept that oblong piece of silicone. He wondered silently whether she could replicate that on the real thing, or was it just a useless skill? He guessed he'd never know.<br/><br/>At about a half past seven, the truck and trailer rolled by apartment C3 and all seemed quite as David passed it by, only offering a sideways glance before they moved on. The subdivision wrapped all the way around towards the other direction, but they were still close enough that the sound of a lawnmower and occasional bursts of a gas powered weed-eater could be heard even from Stacy's apartment. David reassumed his usual duty on the hedges.<br/><br/>By noon David's shirt was off again, this time wrapped  and tied around his waist, and both of his amigos had knocked off to go to lunch. David decided to work through lunch to get a bit of a head start on the day, perhaps be able to go home an hour or two early. He was having particular trouble with an oddly scaped bush that had been carved in a near perfect sphere with a wider base at the bottom, sort of like a crystal ball on a stand. He had to get the ladder off the truck in order to shape it properly and was audibly frustrated as he stood on the ladder and leaned over, trying to reach the upper most part of the hedge ball.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on you son of a bitch..."</strong>he mumbled and grunted as his trimmers snapped air trying to get one pesky twig. Finally, with a grunt of effort and almost sending the ladder tumbling to the side, David got the damn thing and pulled himself back to regain his balance. He found himself so laser focused on getting that patch he was oblivious to realizing someone had approached him...