“Get my work done.”  He said as he straddled my torso and placed his tool bag on top of the console.

            “Fuck!”  I said.

            “Not you, not in a million years.”  He laughed knowing I was in no position to hurt him.  My knees were too far away to strike him and my hands were full and plus I was on the floor.

            “Fine, asshole.”  I ignored him and went back to work but when he bent his knees and squatted to look at the gauge my eyes caught sight of a heinous sight.  He apparently had a newly torn hole right in the center of his crotch – all the better to see he had gone “commando”.  The skin was pale and wrinkly and hairy and not the least bit appealing, seriously – do guys really think we find this appealing?  The sight was so unappealing I had to hold back the thought of vomiting for fear of drowning in my own puke.

            Being a woman in an almost all-male profession either makes you quit or hardens you to the point that you just don’t give a fuck! The latter would be me.  I was on the floor, tired, sweaty and dirty and I still had hours of work ahead of me.  If seeing the Masked Avenger’s horrid dangly bits was the worst of it, it wouldn’t be that bad of a night.  I focused on my job and ignored him no matter how many times he squatted and thrust his hips towards my face.  I had a 50/50 chance others would come up to see how the work was progressing but I was hoping one of us would be done by then and this ridiculous situation would end before I had to do some permanent damage to him, after all I did have my long needle-nose pliers at hand.

            Finally, hours later we both seemed to finish at about the same time.  I had all my stuff finished and he had just left so all I had to do was put in the seat- oh joy!  I decided a smoke break was in order and after shaking my hair and dumping all the garbage that had collected in my pony-tail, I grabbed my smokes and headed out noting that the hanger seemed quite empty.

            Outside the Masked Avenger was holding court with his back to the door so he didn’t see me as I walked out.  He was regaling the “troops” with his latest act of harassment and talked about how he had gone into the bathroom and intentionally ripped a hole in his crotch so he could dangle in my face.  By this time everyone was laughing and looking at me and that’s when he realized I was behind him.

            “So, how was it?”  One of guys asked as he adjusted himself so everyone could see.

            I shrugged and made a frown.  “Eh, you see one pair you’ve seen them all.  Truthfully they were nothing special.  Anyway – mine are bigger.”  With that I turned around and went back inside,  I didn’t need the smoke after all.

            Needless to say, the Masked Avenger never lived it down and until the day I quit he was known by another name:  Small Balls.