Load them up

Ethan was not built for manual labor.

While they had some equipment to help, moving the kegs and getting them onto the truck was perhaps the most intense workout Ethan had in months that didn't include cumming. Reflecting, this was actually even more intensive.

Panting, he wiped his sweat-covered brow, the act of lifting his arm harder than he'd care to admit. He really needed to exercise more. Real exercise.

Charlie was right though, she definitely needed the help. Despite Ethan being out of his element, she was struggling even worse. She was trying to put up a strong front, leaning into the 'strong-country girl' image, but Ethan could tell she was at her limit.

"Okay..." she exclaims, leaning against the side of her truck. "One more..."

Ethan looks down at the last keg scornfully. "Yeah... You need a moment?"

"Pft," Charlie blows a raspberry, then pulls herself up straight, swaying slightly. "I'm good, City-boy, but you look like you're about to die."

Sighing, Ethan moves towards the last keg, flexing his sore back as he eyes Charlie. "Okay then, ready?"

"Ready."

Their technique is horrible, partially due to exhaustion, and partially because neither of them noticed the ramp sitting off in the corner they should have been using the whole time. The utter horror of them getting it up off the ground and onto the truck cannot be properly understood, but once it was up all that was left was to push it back off the tailgate.

"I've..." Charlie wheezes, her face flushed, "Got this..."

"Nah, let me..." Ethan starts to help, but Charlie weakly slaps at his hands.

"I... got it... City... Boy..." she shakes her head, "Just you w-" The last word never manifests, Charlie sort of just giving up.

Shrugging, Ethan stands back and watches her struggle for a moment, unable to move the keg an inch. Straining, Charlie tries to shift it back, but she's exhausted, and well past her limit.

She has no chance of moving it. Ethan knows he can either help her now, or wait until she asks for it.