"Good one. It must chafe. Basic physics. You'd be doing him a favour." Him and his balls and his evidently rather sizeable dick. Hartley crossed his arms, trying not to think too much about that. He could think more at night in bed, he supposed. "I've been wondering whether this is just some perverted experiment to see what happens when you lock up a bunch of pent-up teenagers and tell them they can't be gay. Having that gardener is not helping anything in regards to disproving my theory."

Quite the opposite, really. "Wow. Phil definitely just copped a feel."

Good on Phil, he supposed. The gardener's expression was difficult to read with the sunglasses on, but at least he seemed to be remaining somewhat cool.