“Can you hand me that screw driver?” Clay asked eyeing the tiny screw in front of him, his hand reaching back opened palm up.

“Don’t you think we should call some one,” Chelsea handed him the screw driver from the tool box. He positioned it to the metal and began tightening.

“You don’t think I can do this?”

Chelsea sighed, leaning against the wall watching her boyfriend who had yet to turn away from what he was doing, “I didn’t say that. It’s just that Glen usually did this kind of stuff.”

“I don’t remember Glen ever installing bars on a window,” Clay finished and stood up inspecting his handwork, “And besides I followed the directions to a T…” He patted the bars which instantly fell off the window, bending down he picked it up before looking at Chelsea who was trying to hide her smile, “Okay maybe I skipped a few things.”

“A few, the thing wasn’t even attached.” She giggled.

Clay fitted the bars back on, “Can you read what I need to do next?”

“Sure,” Chelsea bent down and scanned the directions, “It says to lock the sides in by clamping down on the side bars.”

“What side bars?” Clay asked searching the contraception, “This is why I like homework…better directions.”

“Really, I always thought the teachers did a poor job at explaining.” Chelsea stood behind Clay, bringing the directions in front of his face so his eyes roamed over the picture.

“They did do a poor job, I mean reading the directions on the paper itself. All ways clear and straight to the point,” He said as he finished the last bolt on the bars, quickly he patted it again only this time it stayed put. Placing his two hands on the bars he began to pull and yank, jumping around anything to make it move but the metal stayed put, “Got it!”

“Perfect,” Chelsea smiled leaning in and kissing Clay on the cheek while he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Just like you,” His mouth was soon on hers, deepening it until their bodies and breath became one.

Chelsea pushed him back some, “Now the door…” she pointed to the white wooden door.