No, Thank God.

Fortunately, it was just Zayne poking his head out of his camaro waving at me as the sun gleamed across his white-blond hair. "Yo! Jack-my-Bee! Are you done flirting with other guys? Or are you gonna come party with me?" I laughed at his remark still holding my privates. Zayne was clearly checking out my behind from his angle but he looked so happy and the hungry look in his glorious blue eyes looked so sexy I didn't really care. I turned back to the gardener knowing the answer to his question.

"Yes, there's just no helping it. I'm a goner." I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Best wishes to you and your lady love."

He nodded in understanding then tapped my chest with the back of his knuckles companionably. "Then good luck to you big guy. You're gonna need it." He chuckled. This guy was so cool! Not only does he have someone he adores so much that he would sacrifice his dignity for her but he also helped me understand just how strongly my feelings for Zayne were and supported me all the way. I will have to figure out a way to thank him for this later.

I padded off towards Zayne, still giddy after my talk with the gardener but also still worried that someone else might see me naked so I scurried into his passenger's seat still cupping my balls.

"So what gives? Do you and the gardener have a thing going on?" Zayne pouted. Was he jealous? I could only hope. Because he was looking adorable puffing his cheeks at me.

I only smiled, "He was telling me about this person he is so in love with, he would brave any indignity for her."

That seemed to satisfy Zayne since he returned his attention to the front of the car. "That's cool, pretty romantic actually. I wish I had someone like that."

"You already do." I spoke the words under my breath so I don't know if he heard me or not.

As we drove away from the complex, I caught the image of the gardener in the side mirror waving goodbye at me with a big smile on his face. He ran from behind us, catching the beltloop of his cargo shorts on a protruding branch from the hedges. His shorts tore clean off his legs, leaving him in just a pair of maroon-colored boxer briefs. Even with the image of him growing smaller and smaller in the mirror, there was still no missing his red face shining like a beacon as he threw his hands in front of himself and ran away in embarrassment.

I crossed my legs and looked to the road. "I can't wait to tell the guys about this." I pondered seriously "Huh, I probably should have asked that guy for his name."