Fill a hole

Working together, it doesn't take long for Ethan and Charlie to almost finish filling the hole. The dirt was loose and easy to work with, although the amount of it was considerable. Ethan was impressed a bunch of kids were able to dig so deep.

"Fucking kids," Charlie grumbles, one of the last shovel full of dirt she has left onto the now small groove in the ground, "Thanks for this, Ethan. I'm fucking swamped today. Last thing I needed was to waste time on this stupid ass shit."

"No problem," Ethan scoops on more dirt, "You... Do this a lot?"

"Yeah..." Charlie shakes her head, "At least once a week. New generation of shits fucking caught the treasure-hunting bug."

Ethan watches Charlie toss on the last of the dirt, then starts to pack it down. "They always this deep?"

"Always."

After packing the dirt, the two of them make their way back to the shed. Putting the shovels away, Ethan wipes his brow. He worked up the first traces of a sweat, but overall feels fairly okay. Charlie looks a little flushed, but doesn't seem to bad either. "Well next time you need a hole filled," Ethan shrugs, "Give me a call."

Charlie raises a brow, giving Ethan a strange look.

Ethan stares at her for a moment before his brain catches up. "Ah..."

{if Charlie Sex=true}"Well..." Charlie chews the corner of her mouth, giving Ethan a slightly unsure look, "Since you offered..."

Ethan notices her cheeks darken, and not just because she was just moving dirt.

Slowly, Charlie steps back into the shed, her gaze not breaking off Ethan's. "It's... wet..." she swallows hard, "I'm wet..."

Ethan feels something stirring to life.{endif}

{if Charlie Sex=false}"What're you trying to say, city-boy?" Charlie steps towards Ethan, giving him a hard look. "Think I need your help doin' my job, city-boy?"

"Uh," Ethan notices how close she is, her chest inches from him, her breath on his neck, "No, I was-"

"Making a joke then?" Charlie tilts her head, "About 'filling holes'?" Her brown eyes narrow, staring hard into Ethan's.

Ethan sighs. He knows he's trapped. All that's left is deciding how to play this.{endif}