Hukle felt uneasy.
He had always gazed at Devlin across the room, and thought about running his hands across the man's strong biceps and huge pectoral muscles -- he was always afraid of what he might say or do if they were working closely together.
And this was not a situation where he could afford to be distracted. Luckily, the RFHCO suits did everything possible to depersonalize the situation, and mask Devlin's incredible body. But every time Devlin spoke, or cleared his throat, or sighed that incredibly manly, sexy, and world-weary sigh, Hukle would be reminded of Devlin, and was unable to picture anything other than the sweat dripping down his well-chiseled six pack.
Hukle hoped that the RFHCO covered the missile in his pants as well as the cement blast doors covered the Titan II.
