The Ugly Bear - Sex Stories

The Ugly Bear

... he can do it most of the time.

"Well, Jules, here we are." Karl, a stalwart fellow, stands next to his young boss and proudly looks at the ground surrounding them. He's the project manager. He's also the best construction engineer in town, and an expert in structural engineering in particular. "Well, Jules, here we are," he says.

"Yup!" answers Jules, smiling. "Finally. You can count on city inspectors making your life miserable, but I promise you that I will provoke spectacular fireworks whenever they try and give us a hard time."

"Don't worry, Jules. I've got lots of experience with that bunch. Most of them are very good at their jobs, and they work with you. By the way, I'd like to have Mat here when the excavation is done. A bit of field experience will be good for him."

"No objection here," Jules replies. "You know that he knows and understands very well the composition of the Old Montréal underground. He did a lot of research on this particular piece of land."

Karl sees the shovel operator make a hand signal, meaning he's ready to start.

"Okay," he says, returning a signal of his own. "Better get out of the way." Then, pointing at the mob of journalists while giving Jules a smile, "They're waiting for you, boss. Good luck!"

Jules smiles back, and they both rapidly walk around the perimeter in the direction of the big shovel. Karl joins the shovel operator, who wants to make sure he understands the details of Karl's digging plans. Jules, on the ...

... other hand, dashes for the representative of the local community instead of the journalists. A small crowd of people who will benefit from this project surrounds them. The traditional ribbon is cut by a smiling ordinary citizen to the applause of the small crowd. Then Jules goes to meet the journalists outside the construction perimeter.

*

Friday May 23, end of the afternoon.

Karl walks into the office on Saint-Paul Street, shakes the dry mud off his boots, gets some dust off his clothes, and rapidly gets to the second floor, where Mat's office is located. Actually, it's a large, open space resembling a studio more than an office, and it's located on the far corner to the left of the stairs. Here, there are no closed-in offices. His space is on the ground floor, next to Jules'.

Mat is focused on his large computer screen, his back to the rest of the floor. Karl approaches him quietly and watches him work for a few minutes. He sees a beautiful building taking shape. The young draftsman uses both the mouse and his stylus pen.An artist at work, thinks Karl.

"I can feel and smell your presence, big guy," Mat suddenly mumbles. "You smell like damp earth and diesel fumes. Get closer; I'll show you the project perspective I've drawn this morning."

Karl stands right next to Mat and bends down, putting his big, callused, and kind of dirty left hand on the desk with his right hand on the back of Mat's chair. He looks at the drawing, which is now filling the whole ...