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Lyman drove past the billboard every day and unlike the other commuters he enjoyed being forced to a standstill. He spent the minutes fantasizing his fingers were running the ice cube along the bronze skin of the gorgeous man sprawled larger than life for Lyman’s pleasure. He pictured himself tracing the well-defined muscles with first the quickly melting cube, followed by his tongue to lap the moisture.
A honk shook him from his reverie. Lyman was obsessed with the model for a goddamn air conditioning company. It was embarrassing! But the hard on he couldn’t control was even more so.