The old shed at the back of the property had seen better days. Better years. Perhaps better centuries. The wooden floor cracked if not rutted. Patches of wallboard warped if not buckled. But that didn’t stop Daniel and Emma from using it as a spare bedroom. Well, an auxiliary fuckpad. Once. As always their lovemaking was more than okay, but afterward they both agreed that the place was substandard for anything but broken-down garden tools and sacks of potting soil and fertilizer. So they decided to clean it up. It was a big project, but it gave them something to do, and it seemed the right thing to do, and during the duration they managed to refrain from anything exceptionally sexual, though kisses were frequent, and most of the time while working on the shed they were naked.