![]() Thats for you." Matt hands him the box, their hands touch just barely, causing him to catch a burning gaze from the strange man. "Thats right." The man smiles too, and awaits the light box. "Doctor Newman?" Matt says, his eyes wandering down as well, before he smiles again. "Yes?" The guy says, looking at the parcel inside Matts hand, over his chest and back to his face. The door opens, and a smaller, but still good looking guy opens the door, raising an eyebrow. While waiting, he looks down at his chest, and lets his pecs bulge against the thin fabric of his shirt. ![]() "Alright." Matt puts on his best smile, and rings the bell. "Doctor Newman" he growls, reading the nametag right next to the black, wooden door. He makes his way up the driveway, singing along the last song playing in the radio. ![]() Matt opens the back door, grabs the little brown box at the side, checks the name and gets going. With one last look at himself in the rear-view mirror, he smiles, winks and gets outside. Today, hes got a few smaller packages to deliver im his usual neighbourhood. He enjoys wearing that tight blue shirt, because it makes his huge, beefy body look even better.
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