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                                Vacation?
                             by Dual Writer

Copyright© 2008 by Dual Writer


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Description: Steve Sharp takes a vacation that changes his life. He gets some breaks, he makes some of his own good luck. Lots of loving, some dull stuff but some decent action. This shows how you can succeed with your friends. (Some codes are implied but not a major part of the story.)

Codes: MF rom cons inc swing
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Cast of Characters of 'Vacation?'

One of my editors, who extremely bashful and doesn't wish to be named has too much time on his hands so has written a compilation of characters

He writes: It was brought to the authors (my) attention there are too many characters to remember who they are and who belongs to whom. I've (the bashful proofer) been a huge fan of the series since I found it. I've been in contact with the author (me) and with his blessing and encouragement; I am working on what I consider to be the definitive index of all the characters within the series.

This list contains the name of nearly every character in the story Vacation. From the smallest part, to the main characters. If a name is mentioned, they are listed here unless the name was simply mentioned in passing and they do not actually appear in one of the stories, or their part is one time and not really relevant to be listed here. The list is in the approximate order of appearance, and is not in order of importance.

Steven Gregory Sharp "Steve" - The first person and main character within Florida Friends. A medically retired Marine who came to Florida for a vacation. Owner and founder of S&S Enterprises. Is now a multi-millionaire. Donates to all sorts of charities.

Joey Glazier - Used car dealer in Miami, first person Steve meets in Florida. Sells Steve a used pickup truck and a motorcycle. Joey is noted as being small and had been unable to serve in the military. Makes up for not serving by giving "good" deals to vets.

Snake - President of The Miami chapter of a national bikers club. Good friends with his counter-part in Tampa, "Hap".

Martin and Glenda Nelson - Neighbors of Steve from the start, very important to Steve and become nearly like parents in a way. Glenda begins the morning coffee group with Steve by being the first to come over for morning coffee.

Abe and Alice - Owners of the trailer Steve rents upon his arrival in Tampa. Abe begins to work with Steve repairing the commercial generators Steve acquired. This is partially the start of Steve's business.

Jan and Del - Owners of Tampa V-Twin cycle shop. Jan gives Steve his first custom frame welding Job.

Pop - Older man with Welding equipment that Steve uses for his first welding job in Tampa for a biker.

Kathy - The first woman in the trailer park that Steve meets and dates. Is also the mother of JJ (Jake Junior), Carl, Ben, and Barbara. The four children are hers and Jakes. Jake is her now deceased first husband. Jake was a marine killed in action on the first day of Desert Storm. Kathy leaves after the violence she feels she is responsible for and unknowingly leaves pregnant with Steve's child.

JJ - Kathy's son Jake Junior

Carl - Kathy's son

Ben - Kathy's son

Barb - Kathy's daughter

Star - A resident of the trailer park. Works as a dancer with DeeDee at the Mons Venus strip bar. Later becomes an employee of S&S

DeeDee - A resident of the trailer park. Works as a dancer with Star at the Mons Venus strip bar. Later becomes an employee of S&S

Jeff Barlow - Kathy's former boyfriend and a real slob. Has a record and is unconcerned with the restraining order Kathy has on him.

Charlie and Shawna - Neighbors in the trailer park and both work at Tampa V-Twin. Of the two characters Shawna becomes more prominent as an employee of S&S.

Hap - President of a local chapter of a national bike club. He becomes a very good friend to Steve. Eventually retires as President of the club and becomes an employee of S&S employee.

Billy and Connie - A machinist that does work for Charlie and S&S. A superb craftsman with a CNC machine. Is an avid biker and married to Connie.

Big Jim - Owns a bar where many bikers come to drink and socialize.

Fred Conners - Owner of the welding supply house. Becomes Steve's first customer for rebuilt generators and compressors.

Deputy Sheriff Williams - Supervisor that responds to most of Steve's battles. Because of Steve's battles he proceeds up the ranks from Sergeant to Captain, then Major.

The Lawyer - Never given a name per se, he is Steve's Lawyer who sets up his corporation and provides legal help from time to time.

Henry Barlow - Brother of Jeff Barlow, seeks revenge on Steve.

Stormy - A member of the bike club where Hap is president, eventually becomes an employee of S&S.

Denise - A barmaid at Big Jim's bar, nicknamed "Double D" in reference to her assets. Becomes Steve's girlfriend for a awhile, then meets her true love.

Tiny and Ruth - Neighbors of Steve in the park. Both eventually become management at S&S.

Darrel Young - Deputy Sheriff who sweeps Denise off her feet ending her brief encounter with Steve.

Sue Phillips Sharp - A buxom lady who tracked down and caught Steve Sharp. Owner and founder of Big Girls Clothes dot com that becomes Qualtiy Wear. Her kids with Steve are Stevie, Liz (Elizabeth) and twins Daniel and Manuel.

Sam Burns - Race car builder who is always trying to cheap Steve out.

Gene - Nascar team owner. Becomes Steves first real client and supporter as well as a friend.

The Computer Guy - Named Sam, but generally referred to as the computer guy, he was Sue's original computer "guru". He becomes the supplier of equipment and software for both S&S and Quality Wear Clothes.

The Crew Chief - While all teams have crew chiefs, this person is Gene's senior crew chief, once again, never given a name, but does appear from time to time.

Steven Big Jones - President of another bike club south of Tampa.

Deputy Benson - Steve and Sue save his life when he is shot during a traffic stop. He is mentioned from time to time.

Jim and Hanna - Biker friends of Charlie and Shawna. Move into the trailer they have bought from Charlie and Shawna at the park. Jim works at the Harley Davidson dealership while Hanna eventually becomes one of Sue's employees.

Greek retaurant owner - Another no name person, but appears regularly. Always perving Sue's cleavage, he both serves them at the restaurant and occasionally caters at the park for the parties.

Beer Truck Driver - A cast regular for all the lushes that live and visit the park, another no name character.

Bear - Real name Barton Meyer. President of a national bike club affiliated with Haps club. Was also the counterpart leader in the other patrol that usually went out with Steve.

Ben and Beth Phillips - Sue's mother and uncle who she discovered was her mom and dad. Ben is an attorney who has become a successful investor. Beth enjoys being a grandmother.

Lakeland Nascar team owner - Another cast member with no name. Steve's second Nascar customer.

The Caterer - Again, no name ever given. Caters the wedding of Steve and Sue, and most of the S&S company parties. He is also a member of Haps group.

Taylor Rental - Breaking a rule of sorts as this is a company, not a person. However, because they are mentioned so often, I felt they should be in this list.

Tom and Betty - Tom along with Al are Steve's first employees. Later Betty becomes Sue's employee. Tom also happens to be Hap's younger brother.

Al and Joan - Al along with Tom are Steve's first employees. Later Joan becomes Sue's employee.

The Contractor - Once again, a character with a title with no name ... Wonder if the author used to write Italian spaghetti westerns that had so many unnamed characters LOL. In any event he builds the first larger patio, then does construction for S&S, and finally becomes an S&S employee.

The phone guy - Yep, the author wrote the spaghetti westerns, another no name that appears occasionally.

Phil and Judy - Phil was a salesman for Onan who was let go. Becomes a salesman for S&S with his wife Judy as his assistant.

Sandy and Mandy - A.K.A. the Andy's ... Motor builders, both motorcycle and automotive. Build the engine that earns S&S Nascar certification.

Bob Conners - Son of the welding supply house owner, hired as a welder at S&S.

Tim Conners - Brother of the welding supply house owner, hired as a welder at S&S.

Dan - An ex-con who learned to work sheet metal in prison for screwing up and attempting a robbery.

Ted Williams - Versatile in sheet metal and welding, becomes an S&S employee.

Clint - As Abe says, he's only got one eye, but he sees more with it then most with two eyes. He joins S&S to work with Abe in the rebuild group.

Carl and Kurt - A gay couple who are also motor builders that join the S&S team.

Debbie and Hank Wilson - A special couple in a way. Turns out Debbie is Shawna's cousin and is in a relationship with her cousin Hank. Debbie joins S&S as Steve's assistant while Hank is hired as a painter.

Drew - A medically discharged Marine amputee. After being hired to work in sheet metal, he soon takes on new responsibilities making him a great asset to S&S.

Matt - A former Onan employee that joins S&S as a road technician for warranty and repair work. He is also authorized to make sales when on site and works under Abe.

Don and Donna Jennings - Brother and sister who live in a poly relationship with Robert and Roberta. All join the S&S team as motor builders.

Robert and Roberta Parsons - Brother and sister who live in a poly relationship with Don and Donna. All join the S&S team as motor builders.

Robert Bigalow - National sales manager for Onan who visits unannounced and without Onan's knowledge. Going head to head with Steve, he loses and leaves with his tail between his legs.

David Owens - President of Onan who deals with the can of worms Bigalow has created and greatly improves S&S's business position.

Skin head gay guys - Yep, another couple without names. Two gay motor builders that join the S&S engine builders turning out perfect engines.

The butchy gay girls - Yet another set of nameless motor builders that join the S&S team.

Gary and Sam - Former race team members who joins S&S as the first team operating a sales truck at the races. They end up working with their wives at all the races.

Dago - An out of work trucker that initially does a small run for Steve, then is hired for deliveries for permanent work.

Marsha - Hired as an assistant to Ruth in personnel. Is an amputee like Drew.

Ernie Wainwright - An older businessman who deals in real estate and financial backing of ventures. Has a recurring role and eventually becomes a park resident as well.

Truck race sales crew - Another two former race team members hired to drive and sell from the truck support semi.

Jed - Former Onan tech, hired to be Abe's assistant but soon moves into the position as head of the super lift rebuild facility.

Deanne - Young black girl hired by S&S as a customer service rep. Very knowledgeable in racing, she begs to work with Steve's assistant, Debbie. Eventually moves to the park and later marries another S&S employee.

Jeff Fisher - A premier fiberglass man, Jeff is hired to setup and run the fiberglass panel division for Nascar race cars. Soon his hobby of robotics comes to light and he is an even more valuable asset to the company.

Cotton and Mike - The final team of former race team members hired to operate and sell from the Busch race day support truck.

Samantha - A college student and part-time newspaper photographer. After meeting Steve and Sue while a reporter does a story on them, she joins the crew on the patio, and eventually moves to the park.

Mike Williams - superintendent for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant which Sue has purchased.

Betty - Bookkeeper for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant.

Douglas Hartfield - The plant manager and president for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant. Oversees all of the operations and make any major decisions as they occur.

Production Manager - The Production manager for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant.

vice-president - vice-president for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant, in charge of procuring business from clothing companies.

Buyer - Buyer of materials for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant.

James Nickels, CPA - Chief financial officer for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant.

Sonny Bonito - Member of a mob family who is in dis-favor. Has turned to drugs and has been doing hits for cut rate prices to sustain his drug habit.

Charlie and Matty - Tiny's parents. They take over the management of the trailer park.



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Prologue

Done! Finished! Over!

I got fucked up a little in the first sandy go around in the Middle East. Some rag head got lucky with an RPG by blowing up a rock and getting me with some of the shrapnel. Just enough to send me on a med-evac plane to Germany then, after some treatment there, back to the good ole' U.S. of A. After about nine months of corrective surgeries and rehab, the Marines said they didn't need a cripple so take this monthly disability pay and go away.

The lasting affects of my injuries were not too bad. Some scars and a slight limp only some of the time. When necessary I could still run a little, just not fast. All in all, I was in pretty good shape.

When I finished high school I was working in a grocery store and had another part time job flipping hamburgers. I tried junior college but was bored. My only happiness was riding a beat up old Harley I had bought, but a lot of folks were put off by it saying I was going to turn out bad for hanging out with bikers. My mom died of loneliness after my father got killed at work. Before the folks died, my older brother and sister both moved away from our small town to a big city to live and work.

I was restless and thought I would be good in the military so I cleaned up Mom and Dad's estate, split the proceeds of the house and their car with my siblings then enlisted into the Marine corp. I was a good Marine and felt like making it a career until a Muslim quack got lucky.

So here I was, twenty-four years old with my only trade, a hell of a soldier.

With the Vet benefit, I went to a welding school for a year and learned how to meld metals. The school taught every type of welding there was and made sure you were fairly proficient at it before they tried to place you with organizations that needed their graduates.

First chance to show my worth was in Alaska on the pipeline. Seems the seams (I know that's corny but it's kind of cute) on the huge pipes carrying oil from the field leak. They need welders to fix the problem. Big problem is you have to really clean up the area around where you are going to work or you will be the cause of a big boom. I learned how to clean up oil and successfully welded leaky seams for a year.

The work wasn't that hard but you really were isolated as you traveled between what they called base camps then went out to job sites on a large ATV or snow mobile. You could go into town and spend five bucks for a can of beer of fifty for a bottle of hooch or five hundred for a toothless whore. Or, you could just work every day, make the overtime and salt the cash away for the murky future you dreamed of. I didn't know what my future was going to be so I happily worked as much as they would let me. My only restriction was no more than an eighteen-hour day.

After about eighteen months, I really didn't think I could take the cold in the winter or the mosquitoes in summer any more so I asked for a transfer to a warmer climate.

The oil company that had hired me suggested I take a position open on some drilling rigs and wellhead equipment in northern Texas and southern Oklahoma. Seems their welder came to work with a hang over and blew himself up. You do have to work at it to make a really big boom with an acetylene bottle, but it can be done.

I quickly found out that being back in the states was nice. The company had me working twelve or more hours a day, seven days a week. When I was able to check out a local bar or eat somewhere other than the company's chuck wagon meals-on-wheels, I enjoyed ogling some of the sweet young things in low riding shorts and halters. Actually that's all I did, ogle. I was never at one location long enough to put the moves on any of the local talent.

This lasted nine months till the foreman asked if I wanted a job that was open on platforms off the coast of Belize.

Belize?

Where the heck is Belize?

For the money they were talking about, I wanted to know. So far after welding for a little over two years, I had made a ton of money and hardly been able to spend any of it. I put as much as was allowed in one of those 401 things and put a bunch more into some kind of Fidelity mutual fund. I usually kept a hundred a week until I had too much carry around cash, then I put it my checking or savings account. Don't know what I was saving for but I was working too much to spend much money.

The possibility of making a real killing on an oil platform gave me a thrill.

The company had me pack my bags then catch a company plane to Miami. From there I caught another company plane heading south to Belize. The folks that met me kept advising me that I didn't want to wander around by myself, as it was dangerous for an individual gringo. So I caught the first available seat on a company helicopter to the first platform that needed my help.

Wow! These things were big. These platforms were tall too. Imagine about eight football fields welded together like a giant fishing bobber setting sixty feet over the water with huge machinery standing another seventy-five feet higher. Really, really big. This was an established platform that was pumping a bunch of oil out of the ravine beneath the ocean.

The maintenance supervisor had a long list of repairs to be done as the last welder had gone home over a month before. The way they paid was easy to justify a lot of work. Every guy was paid for seven twelve hour days then was taken back to solid ground for a week. From what I was hearing, the guys just drank, messed with drugs and chased whores for the week then came back to the platform and started over. Didn't sound like a way to live or save money to me.

At the end of the first week, I asked the maintenance supervisor if I could stay instead of going into shore. He smiled and had me on a helicopter to another platform within an hour. There was another maintenance supervisor with another long list and another 84 hours of pay.

Let's see, I was a new guy so I only made $24 an hour for the first 40 hours, then time and a half for the next 20 and double time for the last 24. That is twenty eight hundred and thirty two dollars for one week. You had a bunk to sleep in. They fed you all you could eat. They had a Doc on the platform to fix you up when you cut yourself. They had all the hot water you needed to try to keep clean and best of all; they gave you fresh coveralls every day.

Oh yeah. Since I wasn't in the USA, a lot of my income was not taxable.

You could buy snacks and soft drinks from the company store but you could get all the iced tea you could drink for free plus if asked nicely, the cooks would fix you up with my favorite, some crispy over done salty French fries.

After a little over a year of all work and no play in South America and over a couple of years in North America, I told the company I needed a long vacation of several months, maybe a year. They gave me a ride back to Miami and offered me a ride to anywhere they went before I started my vacation or exile or whatever it was going to be. Miami was fine with me so I shouldered my duffel bag holding all my worldly processions and went into the city of Miami.

Done! Finished! Over!



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Chapter 1



Day One - Monday

I wasn't very pretty. When I went to Alaska, I quit getting a haircut so now, over three years later, my hair was either a bushy reddish halo around my head or tied into an unruly pony tail. When I had hit the oil platforms, I decided to grow a beard. A year later I had a long bushy reddish beard. The only clothes I owned were ratty jeans flannel shirts and high-top leather work-boots making me a candidate for Esquire. Not!

Everyone who saw me thought I was one of the homeless guys that wander the streets. One guy on the bus even gave me a couple of bucks telling me to get a good meal.

I walked away from the bus station thinking that I wanted to buy a car or pickup truck so I could get around. Downtown Miami is not a place to find car lots so I went into the first bar I found to ask where I could find car lots.

The bartender hollered at me, "Get out of here you bum. We don't allow you guys in here."

I ignored him and sat on a barstool pulling a twenty from my pocket. The bartender came over to me, looking at the twenty and asked, "Whaddaya have buddy."

I asked for a draft beer and when he brought it to me, I asked where I could find a place to buy a car or truck.

"Can you afford a car?" He asked.

"I think so. I just got back from working out of the country and need something to get around in."

He turned and yelled, "Joey, come over here, I gotcha a live one."

A skinny guy in a worn sport coat came over. The bartender told him I wanted to buy a car or truck. The skinny guy looked at me real hard then stuck out his hand. "I'm Joey Glazier. Who am I going to help today?"

"Steve," was all I offered.

"What are you looking for?" Joey asked.

"Probably a used pickup. Doesn't have to be that nice looking. I'm on a long vacation and need to have something to wander around in."

Joey still stared at me for a few minutes then stood up, "Come with me for a minute."

We went out the back door of the bar to a small parking lot. Joey walked up to an older Chevy half-ton pickup truck and pointed, "This might be what you want. Just traded for it this morning and haven't cleaned it up yet. It has about 75,000 miles on it but seems to run real good. It's only a V-6 with a straight shift but it does have power steering and cold air."

The body was straight but the dull blue painted truck had probably never been waxed. The bed was in surprisingly good condition as was the interior. It had been a cheap truck when it was new and probably wasn't worth all that much now.

"Looks about what I might want," I told Joey as I waved at the truck. "How does it run."

Joey opened the driver's door and handed me the keys. I stepped up into the truck, put the key into the ignition, shifted into neutral, stepped on the clutch and turned the key. It started instantly and ran smooth. I turned on the air and cool air, turning to cold, came out of the vents. I shut off everything then handed the keys back to Joey.

Now I looked at the truck a lot closer. The tires were decent, probably less than fifty percent tread wear. The body was straight. No gouges, or dents. It didn't even have any big scratches. The glass was all there, even a tinted front windshield. At the back was a step bumper with a hole for a trailer hitch.

I looked at Joey, then at the truck, then back at Joey. "Let's go inside and have the rest of my beer and talk about it."

Back at the bar, my mug had been topped off and was still frosty. The bartender brought Joey one too.

"Okay. How much do you want for it?" I asked not looking at him.

Joey sipped his beer then took a deep breath, "You a vet?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He turned and looked right at me and asked again, "You a vet?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Thought so. You limp a little but hold yourself straight and still walk like a GI."

"What's that got to do with the truck?" I asked wondering where this was going.

"I give breaks to guys who served. You in Desert Storm?"

"Yeah, I was there."

"You hurt there?" Joey asked.

"Yeah but I'm okay now."

"Don't matter; you gave of yourself for everyone here. I've always been too little, too weak, too sickly or too something for them to let me join. So I've had to let guys like you do the dirty work. I make up for it by helping you guys when I can."

Joey had been looking at me the whole time. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and asked, "Wanna buy the pickup?"

"How much?" I asked turning to look him in the eye.

"I gave the guy a grand trade-in on an almost new truck. He was a vet too and I think that's about what the truck's worth. I haven't put a nickel in it so far so if you want it, you can have it for a grand."

I took a big drink of my beer then smiled. Putting the glass down on the bar I said, "That's a great deal Joey, I'll take it."

Joey stuck out his hand and we shook on it.

"Here's the title, let me take you to the DMV to register it so you can get some tags. I won't process it through my lot so you can just do it like a private sale. Come on, we'll do it together." Joey got down from his stool and waved at the bartender, "Later Jake."

When we got into the truck, Joey asked, "Oh yeah, how you want to pay for it?"

"We'll stop by a bank before we go to the DMV. What about insurance?" I asked knowing you usually have to show proof of insurance.

"There's a place next to the DMV that sells coverage. Just buy six months worth then get some cheaper coverage when you land some where."

Joey pulled up at a City Bank branch, "This okay?"

"Yeah, be right back," I said getting out of the truck. Actually, City Bank was perfect as that was where my VA benefit was being direct deposited every month.

I had the cash in my pocket but I didn't want Joey to know I was carrying about four weeks pay in cash on me. I went inside and asked to change a hundred. While I was doing that I separated ten big bills then put another two hundreds in my shirt pocket. The teller was obviously scared of me, as she was very hesitant about even changing my bill. I showed her my passport then my City Bank savings bankbook and she changed her attitude.

I put the grand in an envelope she gave me and stuffed the little money in my pants.

When I got back into the pickup, I waved the envelope at Joey and said let's get it done.

The insurance guy and the DMV didn't take long. Joey then drove us to "Joey's Buy Here Pay Here" used car lot and parked in front of the sales building. Actually it was a converted office trailer made to look like a real building.

The place was busy. Several people were wondering around on the lot while it looked like all of his salespeople were making deals in small glass walled offices. Joey smiled at me, "See, I can give you a deal when I have all these other folks buying from me."

"Damn Joey, you are busy," I said wondering how come he had so much traffic.

"I have a good reputation for being fair. I don't sell junk and best of all, my salesman are all BI-lingual. If you don't speak Spanish here, you can't deal with half your customers. Let me get the second set of keys for you so you can get out of here." Joey handed me a screwdriver and said, "Take this screw driver and put your plate on your truck."

I went out to the truck and changed tags. I put my registration and insurance papers in the glove compartment then took the old plate into Joey.

We exchanged the plate for the keys and shook once more.

"Look Steve, when you want a newer truck, come see me. I'll do my best to trade you into something good."

"Thanks Joey. You've helped me out a lot. Oh yeah, I need some clothes. Where's a mall or department store I can get some stuff?"

"You're on U.S. One, just go north a couple of miles and there are all kinds of stores up there."

I walked out to my new used truck and settled behind the wheel with a satisfied feeling. I had not owned any type of vehicle since high school and then it was a junk motorcycle to get to and from a job. Just about the time I was ready to start the truck, three guys on Harley's rode onto the lot and stopped in front of me, putting their kick stands down. I was going to just back up when Joey came out with one of the guys and they went toward a row of pick up trucks.

For whatever reason I just sat there and watched as three bikers displaying a national bike club's colors looked over a truck then began talking to Joey. They walked back up to the bikes and Joey looked at one of the bikes checking it over. He took out a piece of paper and was copying off the serial number plate on the bike's neck. The biker held out what looked like a title and Joey compared his paper to the title then he was about to go into the building when he spotted me.

"Hey Steve, want a Harley?"

On a whim I got out of my truck and went over to the group. I nodded to the patch holders while Joey was pointing at what looked to be a late 70's early 80's Harley Davidson FLH shovelhead. I knew it ran because the guy rode it in but it looked a little ratty. The seat was torn, there were scratches all over the paint and the tires both looked worn.

The one biker asked Joey, "What can you give me as trade-in?"

"What do you think Steve? I'm thinking seven maybe eight hundred?" Joey said this pointing at the tear in the seat.

"It's rough man but it's gotta be worth more'n that." The one biker was saying.

Another of the bikers pulled his two fellow bikers out of the group and talked for a few minutes. Then the biker who wanted the truck said, "If you'll give eight, I'll take it."

Joey looked at me and said, "Wait for me while I write this up. It'll only take a couple of minutes."

Joey came back out of the office with a temporary tag for the truck followed by the three bikers. They went down to the truck and a few minutes later the truck pulled out of line and drove up to the three bikes. Joey got out of the truck and handed the keys to the one biker. He took off his vest, folded it up, put it on the truck's seat, before climbing into the truck. The other two bikers got on their bikes started them with electric starters, revved them up a couple of times to let the world hear how good they sounded then took off in a convoy.

Joey was beaming, "Those guys are great. They are never very hard to deal with and they always pay cash. Want a motorcycle?"

"Not for eight hundred," I said shaking my head at the beat up bike.

"Give me five and we'll load it up on your truck."

"Five hundred?" I was wondering if that was still too high.

"It's worth five. You spend a few hundred cleaning it up and it'll be worth thirty-five easy."

"You got a deal Joey. I'll take it."

I went over to the bike and pulled it up straight, turned the key on and hit the electric start button. It fired right up. I put it back on the kickstand then reached down and turned the gas off so it didn't leak or flood the carburetor. Joey and I went into the building so he could get me the title. I dug out five more hundreds then handed them to Joey. Joey gave me the title and said he wasn't going to process this one either, as it would be easier for me to get it registered.

Joey picked up his phone and spoke in Spanish telling someone to come up to the front with some tie downs and to bring his amigos.

Four burley Cubans came up to the front of the building and stood looking at the old Harley.

Joey told them to put it in the back of the pickup and tie it down securely. They hoisted the heavy bike into the truck then used four tie downs to snug the bike into the truck's bed. The tailgate wouldn't close but that didn't make any difference. The bike would travel well.

"Where you headed Steve?" Joey asked.

"Don't know yet Joey. Let's see, I've been back in the states about six hours and have already bought a truck and a bike. Guess the next thing I need to do is look for a place to call home for a while."

"Want some help looking for a place?"

"Not yet. I'm going travel a little farther north and take a look up state first. I kind of wanted to be on the Gulf side and see what I could find. Then again, I might come back down here and go out on the keys. I just need to relax a little then I'll make up my mind."

"Good luck Steve. Come back and see me."

With that we shook hands and this time I started the truck, shifted into gear and drove off the lot.

The first thing I thought of was filling up with gas. I looked at the gauge to see it was near full. The next thing to fill up was my stomach. There was a Macdonald's right next to a gas station so I pulled into the Mickey D's parking lot next to a gas station and went inside to get some of their famous food. I came out with a bunch of extra napkins and used a couple to check the truck's oil. It was fine. I walked next door to the service station and paid a buck for a state map then went back to my truck and ate my lunch while I looked at the map.

I left the restaurant and headed north. As I approached a major intersection there was an interstate highway sign for I95. From the map, I knew I had to go to Ft. Lauderdale then go west across alligator alley toward Naples then if I wanted to go north, get on I75 and go.

When I got off I95 to go west, I stopped at a Wal-Mart and bought a couple of short sleeve shirts, some pocket T-shirts, and couple of pair of jeans. While I was there, I thought I should get a gas can since I didn't know whether to trust the gauge on the truck.

I filled up the truck and my gas can then headed west. By the time I was across alligator alley, I was getting pretty tired so I pulled off into an older motel that had covered carports next to the units. An Indian lady, complete with a dot on her forehead rented me a room while gawking at my wild man appearance.

After backing into the carport to secure the bike a little better, I went into the musty smelling room and turned on the air conditioner to freshen the place up. I showered, brushed my hair and beard then put on some of my clean new clothes and went to a Denny's that was about a half block away. After eating I was ready for bed.



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Chapter 2

Day Two - Tuesday

I woke at five, showered again, and was on the road by six thirty after eating at Denny's again. I pulled into Tampa about noon.

Since I didn't know whether I wanted to be on the coast or farther inland like Tampa, I bought a newspaper to see if I could find a place to rent. There were several places that looked promising but I knew that I needed a place to put the bike, as it was something that needed to be secure.

The property manager that answered the phone listened to what I wanted and for how long I thought I might want it then suggested a place that she had in a trailer park. She gave me directions and I was to meet her there at two.

The place was a little north of Tampa in an older trailer park that looked peaceful and quiet. I met the lady who I had talked to in front of a smallish trailer that had a large shed attached to it. The shed was at the very end of the trailer with the front of the shed at beginning of the trailer. The most interesting part of the property was the huge covered patio attached to the trailer. It was a sturdy structure like a carport, only bigger, covering a concrete deck creating an extremely nice very large patio. A very large grassy area separated the little trailer between it and the trailer across from it. The trailers or large mobile homes in the row behind the trailer were fairly close. The large area was almost like a big yard with nice grass. There were no hook-ups sticking out of the ground so it wasn't for another trailer site. This gave the little trailer and the patio a little privacy. Something different for a trailer park. Or would that be mobile home or manufactured home park?

"This is owned by a couple who recently bought a home in Tampa. They used go back up north every summer but have now sold their place up there and are full time Florida residents." She was unlocking the door to the trailer and telling me more, "The place is pretty cozy with only two small bedrooms but that is all they needed. They have left it furnished and included pots and pans along with some dinner ware and flatware so you won't have to go out and buy some right away."

After looking around inside, she went outside and opened the big door on the shed. It was about fifteen feet deep and ten feet wide with a workbench on one side and shelves along the back.

"The owner repaired lawn mowers and small engines here. It should hold your motorcycle easily. What do you think of the place?"

I thought for just a minute then replied, "I like it. This should be fine but I don't want a long term lease as I may not want to spend my entire vacation here."

"If you will give me three months rent up front, I don't have to charge a security deposit and I think the owners will agree to not having a lease." The property manager lady got out her cell phone then called the owners and discussed the deal.

After speaking to the owners for a minute she handed me the phone. A voice on the other end said, "Hi there young fellow. I'm Abe the owner of the trailer. I'll take your deal if you allow me to come meet you. If that's okay, just go ahead and move in. I'll be out there in an hour or so."

"That's fine Abe," I answered, "come on out and we'll have a coke or coffee of something. I don't have much to move in, but I do have to get my motorcycle off the back of my pickup. Do you know of a couple of guys here that might help?"

"There are guys out there that will help but what say I bring a ramp out and we'll just roll it off your truck? How about I pick up a six pack and we'll have a beer after we get your cycle off the truck?"

"Sounds good Abe. See you soon."

The property manager lady had a rental agreement all made out so I wrote her out a check for the three months and signed the agreement. She said she would wait for Abe to come out so she could give him the check. I told her to go in and turn on the air and relax inside. Instead she took a lawn chair out of her trunk and sat on the shaded patio.

I pulled the truck around and backed up so the rear was facing the shed. Untying the straps holding the bike, next I set it on its kickstand so it was ready to be taken off the back easily.

While I was doing that, an older couple came out of the trailer next door and came up to me, "Hi, we're the Nelson's your neighbors," the gentleman said pointing from where they had just come. "This is Glenda and I'm Martin."

I stuck out my hand to shake and said, "I'm Steve Sharp glad to meet you."

"You here to work, or just passing through?" Martin asked looking at the bike.

"Actually, I'm on a long vacation. I've been working on oil platforms and oil fields and up in Alaska on the pipeline and need a break. This seems like a good place to have it," I said smiling at them.

"You see Glenda, he just looks a little rough, he's a nice young man," Martin reassured a blushing Glenda.

A little Ford Ranger pickup truck pulled up in front of my truck and stopped. A wiry little man hopped out of the truck and came up to me, "I'm Abe, you Steve?"

"Yes sir. I'm Steve Sharp. Nice to meet you sir."

Abe looked at me and grinned then turned to Martin and Glenda, "He's got manners too. Glenda you don't have a thing to worry about."

Abe turned back to me and said, "Let's get your motor off your truck and let me look at it."

"It's a project Abe. I just bought it. Thought I could fix it up and have a toy to ride around on," I said going over to Abe's truck to lift the ramp that was sticking out the back.

"Well, you'll have the perfect place to do the fixin' in that there shed."

Abe and Martin held the ramp in place while I rolled the bike off the truck. Once it was on the ground, I put it on the kickstand then took the ramp back and put it in Abe's truck. I noticed a little lady standing on the other side of truck so I waved and said, "Hello."

The little lady came around the truck and stuck out her hand. "I'm Alice, Abe's wife. You are Steve, right?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm Steve. Nice to meet you Alice."

"I hope I left enough utensils for you to cook with. I think I did but if you need something give us a call and I'll bring it out."

"Thank you Alice. I really don't know what I'll need yet but I think you left everything I would need."

Abe came over to his truck laughing. "I see you met the wife. She said you looked like a cave man when we pulled up. Glenda had called her and told her some mountain man was at our trailer."

"Now Abe," Glenda was saying, "don't go telling this boy stories about me."

Abe reached into his pickup and pulled out a twelve pack of Budweiser "Come on over in the shade and have a cold one Steve? Martin? Glenda?"

Abe handed out beer to everyone, even the property manager lady. "Here's to your new neighbor Martin and Glenda and here's to you Steve. Hope you enjoy your stay here."

We drank the beer then Abe wanted to hear the Harley running. I turned on the gas then pushed the button. It only gave a click, dead battery. There was a kick starter too so I turned the key off and kicked the bike over a couple of times then turned the key back on and kicked it through. The motor caught, telling me the bike was tuned up pretty good. The motor gave that wonderful "put put putta put" sound signifying it to be a true Harley Davidson.

"Sounds pretty good," Abe said. "You'll need a battery to go along with some tires and that chain looks like it will need replacing. You going to fix it up, or just do what's necessary and ride it?"

"Hadn't thought about too much yet," I explained to Abe and Martin. "I'll probably get it street ready then after riding it a little, I'll take it apart and fix it up so it will look good too."

Surprisingly Alice came up to the bike and put a leg over to sit on the passenger seat saying, "Abe used to have one of these and I loved to ride on it. You might want to give me a ride when you get it ready. I'd love it."

Abe nudged me and said, "There's still a wild woman in there."

Abe and Alice said they had to leave after the property manager lady gave Abe his papers. Martin and Glenda said they would see me later and left for their place and all of a sudden I was alone at my new place. Abe had left what was left of the twelve-pack so I put it in the fridge, then put the bike into the shed and noted that I need a lock for the hasp.

I put my duffel bag in the bedroom then went out to my truck to go to a grocery store for food.

On the way to the store I saw a small bike shop called Tampa V-twin. I pulled in and went inside. They sold some used bikes along with parts, service and some clothing. A lady behind the counter asked me how she could help.

"I just bought an '80 FLH that needs some help. I need a battery, a new chain and a couple of tires," I said listing the first things that I would need.

"I'm Jan and that guy over there trying to sell a bike is my ole' man, Dell. I'll get your battery first. What kind of chain do you want? A black diamond?"

"If that's a good one, yeah, that would be good."

"You want to mount your own tires or do want us to do that for you?" Jan asked.

"If you do that, I'll let you do it along with tuning both wheels if that's alright?"

Jan looked at me as she put the battery on the counter and said, "That's what we do. Bring it in and we can do it in a couple of hours."

Happily I answered, "I'll change the battery and chain then bring it down. I need to register it too. Is there a DMV office around close?"

"There is a place right down the road at 128th and Florida Avenue. They are usually not too busy."

"Great do you want me to pay for the tires now or later?"

"However you like. I have Dunlap K-81's on sale right now so if you want to reserve a set, pay for them now. I'll figure up the whole sale along with the mounting and wheel tuning."

Jan figured out the bill and I paid her cash for the works. I took the battery and chain out to the truck then took off down the road for the DMV office. I walked in at four fifteen and was done registering and getting the license plate for the bike by four thirty.

I asked the lady at the counter what I needed to do to get a Florida driver's license. When I handed her my military license she said she could issue me one right then. She took my picture and laughingly told me that if I shaved to come back for another license as no one would recognize me. She pointed out to me that she had included a motorcycle endorsement since she just registered the bike. She also told me that Florida was a helmet state and that I needed to have one whenever I rode.

I drove back to the bike shop and went inside just as Dell was trying to close up. When I said I wanted to buy a helmet real quick, he grabbed a small helmet off a shelf and threw it at me then walked over to a rack and pulled a shirt off it. "Thanks for the business earlier. You can pay me the twenty-five bucks for the helmet when you come in for your tires. The T-shirt is a gift. Now go away. I'm closin' up."

There was a grocery store back up near the DMV so that's where I went next. I bought all the stuff I thought I might need right away along with a small grill and some charcoal so I could have a nice steak. They had some cheap lawn chairs so I bought four of them and headed home.

Back at my new trailer, I set up the grill, lit the charcoal, then went inside to make myself a salad and start some vegetables heating. After cooking my steak, I ate on the patio, enjoying the cooler night air. I need a table out here to go along with the chairs.

Day two back in the country and I was making progress. I washed my dishes and then went out to put the battery and chain in the shed when I realized I had not bought a lock yet. While I was thinking about that I realized I didn't have any tools to do anything with the bike. Easy enough as there had to be a Sears around nearby somewhere.

I found a tie rap in the shed and came out and put it on the hasp. It wouldn't stop a real thief but it would perhaps give me some warning.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 3



Day Three - Wednesday

I was up at five again, showered and brushed. While I was looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I might want to trim the beard a little as I was scary looking. Oh well, I thought as I dressed in jeans and one of my new T-shirts.

By six I had boiled some water for instant oatmeal and made some coffee that I drank out on the patio.

Martin came over so I offered him coffee but he said he had too much already. I asked for directions to a Sears and where a barbershop might be. He told me how to get to a Sears store but asked what I wanted a barber for. When I said to trim my beard back a little, he said that Glenda would enjoy doing it for me and left to get her.

Glenda came over with a big towel, a brush, comb and scissors. "How short do you want it Steve?"

"Glenda, just take a lot of the ragged bottom off and get rid of the puffy sides. Clean me up but don't cut it too short yet. Let me cut it off a little at a time."

"Steve, do want me to trim up your hair?"

"Naw, I'll just leave it long for a while. I'm kind a curious how long it will get."

"I like your long hair, but your beard was too much," Glenda said while working the scissors on my beard.

When she was done she had me look at her and she snipped a little here and a little there then finally said, "You look like a normal person now. Not nearly as scary as you did yesterday. You might even meet more of your neighbors."

"Thanks Glenda, what can I do for you to pay for barbering me up?"

"Next time I have to lift something real heavy I'll call you over Steve. How's that?"

I took off for the Sears store and arrived just when they were opening the doors. I bought a lock and found a set of tools that had everything I needed including a small chest to hold them.

Back at the trailer, I changed the battery and the chain on the bike then wheeled it out of the shed. I locked up the shed and the trailer and put on my new helmet, a skinny little pea pod, adjusting straps so the hat would stay on. I turned on the gas and hit the button. The motor started easily then settled down to the "put, put, putta, put, putta, putta put" rhythm of the V-twin.

Just as I was putting the bike into gear Martin came out of his trailer walking fast. "Here Steve, you need these," as he handed me a pair of sunglasses. "You are required to have eye protection here too. You can borrow those till you get some."

"Thanks Martin, I'm just taking the bike to Tampa V-twin to get two new tires and get the wheels tuned. I'll bet they have sun glasses there."

"Do you want me to come down and bring you home or are you gonna wait?"

"I didn't think about that Martin. Would you mind? That would be nice."

"I'll meet you down there in a few minutes. Let me go tell Glenda."

I road down to the bike shop and went in to tell Jan and Dell I was there. Jan was helping another customer so I looked around and found some sunglasses that fit. When Jan was done, I paid for the helmet and sunglasses and then left the bike with her. She said to come back late this afternoon and it would be done.

When I walked out, Martin had just pulled in. I got in his old Pontiac and we went home.

I took a discovery walk around the trailer park. It was much larger than I had thought as there were many side roads that circled and crossed through the back. Just down from my trailer was one of the wash houses, you know places that had coin washers and dryers. There were two more buildings like this in the park.

Right in the center of the park, near the main entrance, was a very nice pool, a small kids wading pool, a concession stand, and a large building with a "Recreation" sign. The pool gate had a sign saying it was open from noon to eight weekdays and ten to eight on weekends. The pool looked good, as did some ladies laying out getting a tan. Looking at them reminded me that it would be nice to have some female companionship one of these days. It had been years since I had dated.

When I got back to the trailer, Abe and Alice were next door talking to Martin and Glenda. Alice came over and said they were visiting in order to use the pool and did I want to come with them. I told Alice that I didn't have a swimsuit but next time I would. I put something else on my Wal-Mart wish list.

I was sitting in a lawn chair drinking a beer when Abe came over. "Martin said you took the bike down to Tampa V-twin."

"They are mounting the new tires and tuning the wheels," I said pointing at an empty lawn chair. "Wanna beer?"

"Sure, if ya got one."

I jumped up and brought him a beer.

"One of yours anyway," I said handing it to him. "Next time I'll give you one I bought."

Abe chuckled, "You put in the battery and put on the new chain?"

"Yep."

"Where'd you get the tools?"

"Sears. Got a set they had on sale. Pretty good deal. Wanna see 'em?"

We got up carrying our beers and went into the shed to check out the new tool chest, now filled with tools.

"Looks like you have everything you need to fix up stuff like I used to do," Abe was saying wistfully.

"I don't know that much about small motors. As a matter of fact, I don't know a lot about any motors. I'm learnin' as I go," I told Abe as we shut the shed up and sat back down on the patio.

"Tell you what Steve," Abe said, "you have a question? Call me. I'll teach you whatever I can. It'll be fun."

"I'm gonna take you up on that Abe. You're gonna get tired of all my questions before it's over."

"Damn, I hope so," Abe whispered, "I really miss fixin' stuff."

Alice came over and sat in a new lawn chair. "Ain't you goin' to offer a lady a beer?"

"Ladies don't ask for beers," Abe laughed.

"This one does and I like your new look Steve," Alice laughed back.

I brought out five beers as I saw Martin and Glenda on their way over to join our fun. I brought out a kitchen chair too so everyone would have a chair.

"So who have you met out here so far Steve?" Alice was asking.

"Just you guys and Martin and Glenda."

"These other snobs haven't come over to see you yet?" Alice was asking.

"Give them time, I've just been here a day," I said in defense of those that I didn't know yet.

Martin chipped in saying, "You already met the best anyway. You may not need to know any of the others."

"I wouldn't say that," cautioned Alice. "There are some very nice single ladies that lounge around at the pool. Steve may need some companionship one of these nights."

This time I blushed.

Alice picked up on it. "Glenda, if you hear loud moaning from over here, you better tell me about it so I don't have to worry about Steve not getting any."

"Geez, Alice, give me break," I begged blushing wildly.

"You know Steve, I know a couple of young ladies that live out here that are just itching to get their hands on a young stud like you."

"Alice," Abe said, "be nice. The person itching around here is you and I'm just not stud enough to keep up with you anymore."

"Oh Abe," Alice crooned, "you are the man, my man. You always take care of my itches."

"You guys are bad," I complained. "I'm an innocent young guy hearing all this wild stuff from grown-ups like you guys."

Glenda offered in a happy voice, "I don't think you're all that innocent. As a matter of fact I'm gonna make up a bet as to when we're gonna hear some female shrieking her pleasure from over here."

"Careful there Glenda," Martin said, "if you don't hear something soon enough are you gonna be the screamer?"

"Shush Martin," Glenda whispered, "nobody needs to know my daydreams."

Everyone laughed then Martin said, "Isn't it about time you went for your motor?"

"Probably is Martin." I answered. "Mind taking me down to get it?"

"Let's go." Martin said heading toward his car.

Alice promptly said, "We'll wait right here for you Steve, hope you have enough beer."

Martin and I rolled into Tampa V-twin at four thirty. I went in and Jan said the bike was ready. She asked if I was going to look for a new seat. I told her it was either that or I was going to have the old one recovered. She had me look at a seat she had at the counter.

"This one will fit your bike. A guy ordered it and didn't like it but he has already paid for most of it. What do you think? You want it? There's only fifty dollars left to pay on it."

"I'll take it Jan. Let me pay for it along with some T-shirts. Give me two small for a couple of ladies and a couple of mediums for two small guys."

Jan gathered everything up including another free shirt for me then rang everything up. I paid her in cash and walked outside to my bike. I put the new seat and the bag of T-shirts in Martin's car and put on my helmet to go back to the trailer park.

I handed Martin thirty bucks and told him to drop by the grocery store on the way home and pick up a case of cold beer. He smiled at me saying, "We do go through some beer out there."

I rolled up to my trailer giving the motor a couple of loud revs so everyone could listen to the sweet sound of a Harley in full voice. Alice came running over to the bike and jumped on the back saying, "Give me a ride around the park real quick, please."

We rode around the streets of the park for fifteen minutes with Alice clinging onto me. I could feel her snuggled up to my back. It felt so nice.

When we got back to the trailer, Alice jumped off then landed on Abe's lap. "You're gonna get so lucky tonight you stud."

"Holy smokes. If Alice acts like that when you give her a ride, you gotta give Glenda a ride right now," Martin said as he was handing out cans of beer from the new case.

Abe said while fondling the panting Alice, "She's always been like that around bikes. Give her a fifteen minute ride and you get an hours ride on her afterward."

Alice punched Abe, blushing while she did it.

"You know Steve," Alice said with all innocence, "I'm glad you bought more beer. You only had a couple left and we could probably stay for dinner now that you have more."

I handed out the Harley T-shirts I had bought exciting the two couples with the thought of wearing the rebel looking shirts.

"I promise to keep at least a case in the fridge at all times from now on," I said in defense.

The party broke up with Abe and Alice taking their passion home while Martin and Glenda walked back to their trailer.

I cooked another piece of meat but this time I had some instant potatoes along with some canned green beans. At least there was another beer left for my supper.



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Chapter 4



Day Four - Thursday

Amazing! I woke up at six-thirty. This was like sleeping till noon. After fixing coffee and oatmeal I put the new seat on my bike. I donned my helmet and glasses then took the bike out for a quick spin.

Nice!

When I got back, I figured on having an evening ride and looking around. But first was my planned trip to Wal-Mart.

I bought towels and wash clothes, dish towels, toilet paper then came the appliances. First was a small microwave oven. Next I looked at televisions until I finally decided on a 25 inch that had a great picture. I bought a put-together TV stand, paid for everything, and headed back to the park.

On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up a little more food including a couple of microwave dinners. I remembered beer too. Just to be safe, I bought three cases.

I put another case of beer in the fridge then unpacked and assembled everything else. Once it was all together, I remembered that I needed an antenna. They had to have had cable as that was supposed to be part of the lot rent so I looked under the trailer. I found the cable going up into the living room area where the TV was. Inside at the wall, I found the cable end and pulled it out of the wall until it was long enough to screw onto the TV. When I turned on the TV, the picture was great. I now had some entertainment.

About three, I cleaned up, putting on a clean T-shirt and jeans, put on my helmet, and glasses, and cranked up the bike. I rode into town and rode up and down the main streets looking for bars where bikes were parked. I found a likely place and pulled in, parking my bike to the side, away from the other bikes in case there was a problem.

Upon entering the bar, I got the usual looks that a stranger will get. At the bar, I asked for a cold long neck and was told that's all they had. After my second bottle, the barmaid asked where I was from. I told her I had been working out of the country for a couple of years and was taking a break here in Tampa. One of the guys at the bar heard me and asked what kind of work I did. When I said, 'welder' he asked if I had my own equipment. I answered truthfully, no, shaking my head.

Another guy came up and said that we could use "Pop's" equipment if I could fix the first guys cases for him. "Would you try to fix 'em if you could use Pop's stuff?"

"Sure, just tell me how to get there and I'll be glad to try," I said thinking this was a ruse.

"Let's get out there now. My cases are out there. Let's get going."

Six of us went outside and mounted up and rode out to the north side of town, to a small house with a big metal building behind it that I figured was not that far from the park. An old guy in a wheel chair came out of the little house and rolled down a ramp to meet us. The guys explained what they were there for and the old guy rolled out to the metal building on a paved sidewalk.

Pop showed me his old welding equipment and then he showed me the old Panhead cases that had spider web cracks around the main bearing hole. Cast aluminum is tough, as the metal has to be really hot before you try to weld it. I asked Pop if he had a metal oven. He answered that he had a stove in his kitchen that I could heat the cases in first. Guess he was used to it. I put both halves into the oven then waited for a half-hour before using some tongs to take the half case out. I slowly welded and sealed the cracks in the old case constantly hoping it wouldn't explode on me. The second one went as easily as the first. When I was done, you couldn't really see where they had been welded. I did a good job.

The old guy held each case in his hands and turned them back and forth in the light before finally proclaiming them perfect. Pop told the guy that I had done the work for to pay me. The guy took out three fifty-dollar bills and pushed them toward me.

"I can't take this," I said waving at Pop. "Give Pop fifty for the use of his tools and give me fifty for the work. That ought to be enough. If you feel like you should pay more, then you can help me rebuild my bike."

"Deal brother, it's a deal."

Five of us went back to the bar where I was bombarded with beer and questions from the guys that had gone out there with me as well as several other guys that were there now. Amazing how doing just a little thing for someone endears you to all his friends too.

The bar had some sandwiches and chili that I ate while consuming mass quantities of Bud. By ten, I was near drunk but knew that the wind in my face would help me get back to the trailer park. I promised that I would be back again soon and rode home. I quietly put my bike into the shed then crashed. I was tired and half-drunk.



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Chapter 5

Day Five - Friday

I woke up a little shaky. No headache but my body was telling me that too much beer had been put through it. After pissing for ten minutes straight and brushing my teeth, my stomach told me it was time to eat. I had my usual oatmeal but was still starved. I fried some bacon, along with three eggs and a couple of pieces of toast and consumed that along with a glass of milk and several cups of coffee. I was beginning to feel better.

Wearing a T-shirt and some cut off jeans, I took a cup of coffee out to my patio. Glenda must have been watching for me as she came over quickly with her cup of coffee and a couple of muffins. She gave me a muffin and sat in one of my chairs.

"Here Steve, I made some raisin muffins this morning. They're perfect with coffee."

"Thanks Glenda, I can't get enough food in me this morning. Might have had too much beer last night. Hope I didn't wake you guys."

"You didn't. We were lying in bed watching TV when you came home. You were very quiet. Didn't even hear your motorcycle come in the park."

"That's good, I was tryin'."

I was finishing my muffin when I thought to ask, "Where's Martin this morning?"

"Oh he had to go down to the courthouse for jury duty. He'll be gone most of the day. What do you have planned for today, anything special?"

"Nothing much Glenda. I'll probably go to the laundry room then take a ride to see more of the area."

"How about coming with me to the swimming pool and getting some sun?

I'll introduce you to some of your neighbors."

"Sounds like a plan lady. I could use the exercise and the sun will sweat the gunk out of me. When are you going?"

"How about ten-thirty or eleven. I'll fix up a couple of sandwiches and we can have lunch while we cook in the sun."

"Good deal. I'm going to go get my clothes washing done. I'll be ready any time after ten."

With a wave, Glenda got up and walked back to her trailer with a little sway to her matronly backside. She wasn't bad looking for an over sixty babe. Martin always appears as happy around her as she does him. Nice to see older couples like that.

There was no one in the laundry room so I monopolized three washers doing my lights, darks and my bedclothes. The whole thing took only an hour and a half. I had brought along a book that I had been reading so the time passed quickly.

About ten I put on my new boxer style swim trunks and my flip-flops and grabbed a handful of quarters and some singles for drinks, my new big beach towel and my keys. When I came out of the trailer, Glenda was walking over.

We walked down the street to the recreation center that was a large building with the pool next to it. As we entered the pool area, I could see they had a big hot tub with a privacy fence around two sides. Since the hot tub was next to the wall of the recreation center, the only exposed area faced the pool. It was probably pretty private at night.

Glenda led me to a couple of unused loungers in the midst of about a dozen women varying in age from early twenties to their sixties like Glenda. They all greeted us calling Glenda by name.

Glenda stood next to me and announced, "This is Steve Sharp our new neighbor. He says he's here for a long vacation. Steve, I'll point to each of these ladies and tell you her name but you'll have to get better acquainted with them on your own."

She went from one end to the other naming each of the ladies. I'm not very good remembering names but I think I would be able to recall a few.

There were three good looking younger women that looked to be about my age that interested me but on a closer look, one had a wedding ring on.

I sure do like Florida. Every one of these ladies had some pretty skimpy swimsuits on. None had on thongs but it looked like a couple of the ladies would have to be careful how she moved so her top wouldn't fall out or the cloth covering her butt wouldn't sneak up into her crack.

We spread out towels on our loungers then I took off my T-shirt to enjoy the sun. Glenda was sitting on her lounger and asked me to put some lotion on her back.

Glenda was probably five three or four and probably weighed about somewhere near a hundred thirty. Not fat just sort of full figured. Her two piece swimsuit displayed some heavy cleavage that I had not noticed previously. I must be slipping to not have noticed cleavage before.

I spread the lotion over her tanned freckled shoulders and over her exposed back. When I was done she told me to turn around and she would do mine. I told her to hold off, as I wanted to take swim first.

The pool had a dozen kids in it swimming, splashing and clinging to floating devices. I stepped into the pool then pushed off swimming leisurely the length of the pool then back. After four laps I stood up in the shallow end near the ladies and walked out to the loungers. I dried off and was going to have Glenda put some lotion on my back but a lady on the other side of me said she would do me.

She had me lay down then sat next to me on the lounger re-introducing herself as Kathy. She was very gentle, spreading the lotion and massaging my shoulders and back. She didn't even hesitate to continue spreading lotion on my legs and thighs coming dangerously close to the bottom edge of my swimsuit.

Kathy fingered the scars on my legs and asked how they came to be. I explained that they were gifts from Desert Storm. She just nodded and continued. Her face had taken on a gloomy look.

"Flip over and I'll do your front," Kathy said.

When I lay on my back, my eyes bugged out. Kathy was leaning over me causing her loose bra top to hang loose exposing almost all of her breasts. She noticed my attention and smiled. Each time she would rub up my chest with both hands her breasts would sway freely requiring me to gawk.

Kathy was probably near thirty, maybe thirty-five with a very nice figure. She was probably about five-five, about one fifteen, on the thin side but full on top. When she sat up straight, her large breast sagged noticeably without the support of a tighter bra top. She was obviously giving me a show enjoying my discomfort. As she finished putting lotion on my legs, she had her left hand on my lower thigh then traced her right index finger over her empty ring finger on her left hand I think emphasizing the fact there was no ring.

"I heard you had a motorcycle. I would love to get a ride. Could I?"

Kathy asked.

"Sure Kathy. After getting a rub down like that, how could I refuse."

"I'll get a someone to watch my kids and you can take me for a ride into town. Maybe buy me a beer?"

That was being a little forward but then the pickings here were probably not that good for a lady with a couple of kids. She lay down on her lounger with a smile on her face while I lay back soaking up the sun considering the women stretched out around me.

A little boy about eight came up to Kathy and asked, "Mom, can we have a snack? We're hungry."

"You guys are always hungry J.J. We'll go home in a minute and I'll fix you some sandwiches," Kathy told him.

"Ah Mom," the boy complained, "can't we just get a hot dog and some juice here? That way we can play in the water longer?"

Before Kathy could answer I butted in, "Kathy, how about I treat them this morning. Kind of payment for that great massage."

Kathy stared at me a couple of seconds, glancing between J.J. and me then finally said, "Your money. There's four of 'em. J.J. get the others and come sit by me while you eat."

"J.J. I'm Steve," and stuck my hand out to shake. "How about you get the others over here then come help me carry the stuff back. I need you to pick out the drinks. Okay?"

J.J. looked at his Mom who nodded then raced toward the pool. I got up, asked Kathy if she wanted something, asked Glenda the same thing then walked to the concession stand to order the hot dogs. The teenage girl working in the stand started assembling the hot dogs when J.J. came up.

He said to get them all grape juice. When the hot dogs were ready I asked J.J. whether we should put ketchup or mustard on them. "Just a little ketchup on each one Mr. Steve."

"Okay J.J. but just call me Steve, okay?"

J.J. smiled.

We brought the snack back to the three waiting kids. They looked like they were barely a year apart. The youngest was a little girl if the swimsuit was correct.

Kathy introduced them. "You've already met J.J. He's nine almost ten."

Kathy then pointed to the next oldest looking boy and said, "This is Carl who will be nine later this month." Ruffling the hair of the youngest boy she said, "This is Ben. He just turned eight. And finally," she caressed the cheek of the little girl who smiled at her Mother. "This is Barbara, going to be seven."

The little girl looked at me hard while chewing her hot dog then said with a full mouth, "My daddy was a Marine."

Before I could answer, Kathy reached over and touched my arm. "He died the first day of Desert Storm. Barb was pretty young."

Kathy announced to the kids that I had been in Desert Storm and had been hurt there too. Carl pointed to the big scars on my leg and asked, "Is that where you were hurt?"

I nodded and looked up at Kathy to see her a little glassy eyed. J.J. was sitting right next to her so she pulled him closer hugging him to her. "J.J. is named after his father, Jake. He's Jake Junior but we've always called him J.J."

J.J. asked, "Can we go back into the pool?"

"Make sure everyone goes to the restroom to wash the catsup and crumbs off before you jump in," Kathy directed while using a Kleenex to wipe off some catsup from Barb's mouth.

When they took off, Kathy looked up at me expectantly.

I exclaimed, "Wow! Four kids. How do you do it? Do you get a pension?"

"They do send me a nice check," Kathy said nodding her head. "I also get Social Security for the kids. Jake had insurance that paid off our mobile home and there was the military insurance so my biggest expense is the lot rent and food. We've been able to put away some money because we want to buy a house one of these days. Because I have four kids, I'm eligible for food stamps too. So we do okay. When it's time for school clothes, it gets a little crazy but we do fine."

"Your kids are nice and appear well behaved Kathy. You've done a good job. You must be a good mom," I said smiling at her.

"Hope so, I try," Kathy sighed, smiling at the compliment.

I felt movement behind me then a soft hand rested on my shoulder. Glenda asked, "Kathy, want a bologna and cheese sandwich? I made extra."

Kathy smiled and answered, "Sure, thanks Glenda. You're always trying to mother everyone." She said this pointing to me.

"If I didn't have Martin the stud, I wouldn't be mothering Steve, I'd be getting him to make me a mom." With that said Glenda and Kathy laughed heartily while I blushed.

"I have to go wash my hands," Kathy said getting up, "I'll be right back."

As soon as Kathy disappeared into the restroom, Glenda leaned toward me and asked, "Ever consider a ready made family?"

"Never thought of it before, Glenda," I said pondering the question. "I guess there is opportunity here for that. I may not be good husband and dad material because my job is usually far away."

I went up to the concession stand and got us each a Coke and came back just as Kathy sat down. "Thanks for the Coke Steve."

As we were eating, Glenda asked Kathy, "You still have trouble with that Jeff guy?"

"He has not been around for a couple of weeks. But then he's probably still in jail from the last time he was out here. I think he gets fourteen days to a month every time he breaks the restraining order. At least the cops get here before he does any damage," Kathy said while eating.

"Last time he was here, Martin had his piece out and was ready to come over to make sure you were okay. It's a good thing the deputies came so quick," Glenda exclaimed.

Kathy looked at me; "I've got some baggage. I thought I had met someone that would be a husband and dad but he turned out to be mean. He slapped me around then started fondling Barb right in front of me. I called the cops and made him leave but he keeps coming back. He'll probably stay away after having to go to jail."

"I don't think so Kathy," Glenda said, "guys like that start drinking and they just lose their mind. They forget about the law. Just make sure you call the cops if he comes around. Don't wait till he does something. Just call the cops and call me. Martin and I will watch out for you."

There wasn't anything that I could contribute to the conversation so I just kept my mouth shut.

A couple of ladies walked up to us. They were youngish, probably late twenties, fair bodies considering how much I could see in their bikinis.

"Are you going to introduce us to the new guy Glenda?"

"Sure, I did it once, I'll do it again," said Glenda. "Steve this is Dede pointing to a bottle blonde with big store bought tits. And this is Star gesturing toward a black haired, dark skinned lady with a tattoo on her left calf and another on her lower back. Her bikini just barely covered another set of store bought chest toys."

I stood and extended a hand to them. Star touched my hand and gave me a slight smile while Dede took my other hand and stepped close to me placing my hand on her waist saying, "nice to meet you Steve. We live right over there in the pink trailer. Come by and see us. We work nights but we are off on Sunday and Monday. You'll have to come for dinner. We need to clean up before work now so we'll see you around."

The two left walking with a seductive sway to their hips. I must have been smiling when Kathy and Glenda both punched me. "Down boy," Glenda said, "you have better taste than that."

"You have to admit they are interesting. With their enhanced tops, I bet they are dancers at a nudie bar," I said smiling.

"Give this boy a prize," Glenda exclaimed. "How'd you figure that?"

"Their appearance, the way they acted, their disposition. I don't think there is anything wrong with dancing in a nudie bar, it's just the girls sometimes get a little hard," I said thinking of the two that had just left.

"That ain't the only thing that gets hard," Kathy said in a soft voice.

"My Jake used go to the bars with his buddies and come home rarin' to go. Those places may be responsible for at least two of my kids. I was lucky he came home to me instead of trying to pick up one of those."

"Your Jake was a good man Kathy," Glenda said, "he was all man though."

"Steve," Glenda continued, "Martin and Abe will have to take you out to the nudie bars one of these evenings. You'll have a great time."

Kathy jumped in, "If I can get a babysitter, I'll go with you. I love to go to those places to see the girls strut and tease. It's great entertainment."

"I'm sorry girls," I said shaking my head, "I'm too cheap. I'm not into having to pay big bucks to look at naked women. Hell, look around. Here are over a dozen of almost bare babes. My imagination can take care of whatever is covered up here," I pointed to my head. "If I really wanted to see some of them naked I bet I could ask and they might even give a show. A free show."

"You have a point Steve," Kathy said laughing. "I'd give you a free show and you don't even have to put cash in my garter."

"I'd do it too," Glenda said enthusiastically, "but I better wait till Martin gets home so he don't get jealous. Besides you might need him to give you CPR after you get a load of all my wrinkles."

"I think I see all of your beautiful age lines Glenda and I don't need CPR,"

"Oh you golden tongued devil you," Glenda said patting me on my cheek.

It was about one-thirty and I felt like I had roasted enough. Kathy said she thought the kids had enough pool time too so she gathered them up and we all walked together back to our lane.

"Come in a minute Steve. Let me show you my place," Kathy said invitingly.

"I'll see you later Steve," Glenda waved as she headed across the street to her place.

We went inside where I discovered real luxury within a mobile home. The place was huge. The kids were all piled together on the floor in front of the TV watching cartoons already. Kathy led me into the kitchen and directed me to sit at the table, which was partially hidden from the living room.

As soon as I sat down, Kathy sat on my lap putting her arms around me,

"Hope I don't scare you off. I like you a lot and think you're probably a really nice guy. The kind of guy I could go far." She gave me a tender kiss on the lips then hugged me close letting me feel her large soft chest against me.

"Hope you don't think I'm too forward. There just are not too many men that turn me on. You do it for me and I want more than just this," she said giving me another kiss. "If what I feel under me is any indication, I think you might want a little more too."

I must have had a startled look on my face when she continued. "Look, I'm not going to have anymore kids right now but the playground still wants to play and you're making my playground into a slip and slide. This is an offer. I want us to give each other some loving as soon as possible."

I was so tongue-tied I couldn't answer but was saved by little Barb coming into the kitchen. She saw her Mom sitting on my lap then climbed up on Kathy's lap, turned then hugged me. "Oh Mommy, is Steve going to stay with us?"

"Probably not right now honey," Kathy said soothingly.

Barb turned to me, "Mr. Steve, you can come over and watch TV with us anytime, okay? Mommy and I will sit with you."

"How could I ever refuse an offer like that," I said as Kathy gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"If you want to give me a ride tonight, Glenda said she would watch the kids for a while," Kathy asked apprehensively.

"Tell you what," I answered, "how about after supper, sometime around seven, I come and get you then we will ride into Big Jim's and have a beer. There's another place called the Vanishing Point I'd like to check out as well. Sound good?"

"Sounds fine," Kathy said.

"Mommy does that mean Mr. Steve is going to stay here?" Asked Barb.

"No honey. Steve is going to be our friend and we'll see him often. Right Steve?"

"You bet. We'll figure something out that we all can do together. How about Busch Gardens?"

Barb was off my lap in a heartbeat running to the living room yelling, "Steve is taking us to Busch Gardens, Steve is taking all of us to Busch Gardens, Steve is taking me to Busch Gardens."

Kathy stood up from my lap just as three boys came into the kitchen.

Little Carl asked, "Is it true, is it really true?"

The two boys looked at me expectantly so I smiled at them and said, "Yep, it's true. We'll go in a couple of days, okay?"

All four ran through the living room then down a long hallway screaming about going to Busch Gardens

"Now you've done it. You know you're not getting out of something like that," Kathy said giving me a hug.

"I want to go too. I've never been there before so it will be fun for me too," I said loosening myself from Kathy's grip.

"You heard Barb," Kathy smiled "she asked if you were staying. Are you?"

"Not right now, perhaps another time. Besides we're going riding tonight," I said.

Kathy let me go, "Do you have another helmet. I don't have one."

"I don't but I will. I'll run down to the bike shop and pick one up, just for you."

"Thanks Steve, we're going to have fun together. I promise not to get too clutchy. I know you're a young guy still trying out new models. I just want to be one you keep trying out."

"You'll be fine Kathy. Just take it easy and let's just enjoy each other. We're probably not that much different in age."

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Kathy beamed at me, "no strings."

I said goodbye for now to the kids then went across the lane to my place. I didn't even have time to open a beer before Glenda was rapping on my door.

"Come in Glenda," I said while getting her a beer.

"I'm watching the kids this evening so you two can go out and take a ride. Martin and I will be glad to stay late if you guys want to come back here and visit a while."

"Glenda, Glenda," I said exasperated, "take it easy. I'm not running off with the widow and her brood so quickly. We're just going to be buddies okay? Don't be so anxious to get me hooked up with someone. I don't even know whether I'm the dating kind of guy much less the marrying kind. I have had close to zero experience with women. I've always been to busy to find out about them."

"Oh I know, I know. I just love to see two people get excited over meeting each other. It makes me remember when Martin and I met. As soon as we met each other we couldn't keep our hands off each other. An hour after we met we were messing up the back seat of his car. The great part about it all is it has been forty years since then and we still fool around all the time. I just always hope someone else will have the intensity we have."

"We'll see," I said grinning at Glenda. "But first I have to go to the bike shop and get another helmet so Kathy can go for a ride with me."

"Well don't waste anymore time. Just go get it now before it gets late."

We walked out and I locked up then pulled the bike out from the shed. I cranked it up and let it idle for a couple of minutes then eased it quietly out of the park. When I hit Florida Avenue, I twisted the throttle and smiled at the Harley howl enjoying the feeling of the rapid acceleration. Far too soon I was pulling into Tampa V-twin. Jan and Dell were not there but a cute red head was. She sold me a second helmet for the same price Jan had charged. The girl's nametag said Shawna. I smiled and asked her if she wanted to try out the helmet and take ride with me.

She chuckled and grinned. "I'll ask my husband Charlie what he thinks. He's that gorilla mechanic in the back. If he says it's okay I'll go."

"Sorry, I didn't look to see if you were married," I said quickly.

Shawna held her left hand up displaying no ring; "I don't wear my rings all the time so I don't ruin them while we wrench on bikes. You're okay though, you've been polite whenever you've been in here and you've given us some work. Charlie would probably tell me to go."

"That's okay Shawna. I'm not the kind of guy that would ever infringe on someone's wife," I said this picking up the new helmet.

"That's why I would go, Steve isn't it?" She said as she turned her head. "Hey Charlie, come up here."

A huge guy about six foot six, probably two seventy-five without any fat anywhere came through the service door.

"Charlie, this is Steve. The guy that owns the bike we tuned the wheels on. He just asked me if I wanted to test his new helmet with a ride on his bike."

Charlie grinned. "You're in for it. If she's teasing you already, she'll be at it for as long as you're around. When I told her I had respect for a guy that would pay to tune his spokes, she said she would have to meet him to find out what kind of guy that would be. Say, aren't you the guy that welded those cases over at Pop's?"

I nodded indicating I was the guy.

"I'm putting the motor back together right now. You did a great job on those cases. The bearing pressed right in place, no problem at all. Can you do that with heads?"

"Don't know. Never tried. That cast stuff is tough. You never know what it's going to do. Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don't," I said.

"Come on back and take a look. I have a set of knuckleheads that are a little beat up. One has a crack and both of them have seat sleeves that need filling so I can press new valve seats into them."

We looked at the two heads. I figured I could try to fix the one head but mentioned that I had never tried to build up metal on metal like what would have to be done for the valve seats.

"Show me what kind of equipment you have. I don't have any welding stuff here," I said looking around.

Charlie showed me a mig and a tig welder plus a full set of gas and arc tools. He even had a parts heater.

"Tell you what. If you want me to try, I will but I could screw up those heads beyond repair," I said thinking he might wish to be more cautious.

"Naw, I really would like you to try. A guy gave the set to me so I don't have anything in them yet. While you're doing the heads, I have a set of cases that need some crack repair too. I already know you do a good job there. You might be the answer to my getting this ole' knuckle up and running."

"I'll come by in the morning. I'm going out to Big Jim's in a little while then probably heading over the Vanishing Point. I haven't been there yet," I said.

Shawna spoke up from the door, "Hey we're going to Jim's in a little while to get something to eat. As soon as we close and clean up, we'll meet you over there. You bringing someone? Considering you bought an extra helmet?"

"A lady I met at the trailer park I'm renting at," I said pointing down the road toward the park.

Charlie laughed, "Not that Dede or Star with fake tits?"

"You're so fucking crude Charlie," Shawna said wiping her hands on a shop towel. '

"Me," cried the big Charlie, "you with the potty mouth are calling me crude?"

Shawna looked sideways at Charlie then back at me, "So who're you parkin' on your fender Steve?"

"A lady from across the street. Her name is Kathy. She seems to be pretty nice," I answered thinking of how warm Kathy had been.

"Jake's ole' lady?" Charlie asked.

"Steve may not know about Jake, Charlie," Shawna cautioned.

I told them, "Yeah it is Jake's widow. I met her today at the park pool and she was almost begging for a ride."

"On the bike or on you?" Shawna sniggered.

"Geez you're a potty mouth Shawna," Charlie moaned.

Shawna stood up straight trying to push out her 32 A's to show them off,

"Kathy's been a widow long enough. She needs some attention. Someone other than that asshole Jeff guy that was hanging around."

"So you know her pretty well?" I asked.

"We're your neighbor, neighbor. We live on the other side of Martin and Glenda. I heard you come in last night. You were real nice not to rack 'em before you shut down. We knew someone was renting Abe and Alice's place but we haven't had time to go meet them," Charlie said.

"Stop over anytime," I said expansively, "I usually have a couple cold ones for visitors. So far everyone's been friendly, I had to go get a couple of cases."

"Don't be offering that lush free beer," Shawna said, "you'll have a new roommate."

"If you come along with the deal, I'll buy more beer," I said with lewd grin.

"Damn, I like you Steve. You give it back to my sweet little slut as fast she gives it," Charlie was laughing.

"Be nice, you gorilla," Shawna was saying, "or you won't be getting any of this prime biker bitch when we get home."

"See Steve, I told you she was mean," Charlie said.

"I'm going to leave you guys to fight it out and go get cleaned up and eat a little before we go out," I said getting ready to leave. "I'll come by in the morning and see what I can do with the heads."

Shawna came up to me and pressed her front into me, "Don't eat too much big boy, I might have something to snack on later."

"Be nice Shawna, he might forget to be a gentleman," Charlie complained.

"Who wants a gentleman," Shawna grinned then added while rubbing her entire front against me. "Tonight Big Jim is having lasagna so save room for it. He makes great lasagna about every other week and tonight's the night."

Charlie could see my plight while trying to avoid contact with Shawna, "Get out of here Steve before "Red" attacks you back here in the garage."

I rode back to the park, happy to have met a couple more people who were fun to be around. Thinking of what Shawna had told me I walked over to Kathy's and knocked on the door. The blinds were pulled aside a little then the door burst open. It was J.J.

"Come in Steve."

"I want to talk to your mom a second," I said.

"Mom," J.J. yelled walking toward the hallway. "Steve's here and wants to see you real quick. Want him to come back there?"

Kathy came out of the door at the end of the hall wearing a terry cloth robe rubbing a towel over her head. "Hi Steve what's up. Something wrong with tonight?"

"No, no," I said shaking my head imagining what was under or not under that terrycloth robe. "I met Shawna and Charlie at the bike shop. They said they were going to Big Jim's tonight too so I thought we might all go together. They said that tonight was lasagna night so I wasn't supposed to eat much before I went."

"Wow, glad you told me," Kathy said excitedly, "I love Jim's lasagna and yes it would be great to go with Charlie and Shawna. It will kind of be like old times. Jake and I used to ride with them often."

"Okay, let me use your phone and I'll call them and tell them we'll ride together," I said motioning toward the phone.

Kathy went with me to the counter where the wall phone was and stood against me while I made the call. Shawna answered then let out a shout saying that it was great to have a riding buddy again. We agreed we would meet them when they finished cleaning up.

When I hung up, Kathy asked, "Did that little red head put the moves on you?"

"What do you mean?" I tried to act innocent.

"I'm sure she took one look at you and was asking Charlie for permission to jump your bones," Kathy said.

"Well she was a little aggressive," I answered.

"You're such a gentleman," Kathy laughed.

"With you standing so close, my gentlemanlyness is going to be poking you any second. So unless you wish to be poked, you might wish to give me a little room," I said uncomfortable about having to admit my failure to control myself.

Kathy pulled the sash on her robe, pressed her bare front against me, then wrapped the sides of the large robe around my back, "I would love to be poked, you wanna come back to the bedroom and help me get dressed?"

My head was swimming, "Oh yeah, that would be wonderful but the kids might think that was nuts for me to help you get dressed."

"They might, but then they are all too busy playing video games too notice. Come on, let's try," Kathy said as she separated from me and stated pulling me down the hallway.

I stopped, "Darn Kathy. I want our first time to be soft, and gentle, and slow. I want to find out how you feel all over not just a slam bam, thank you ma'am."

Kathy kept right on pulling, "You'll have all the time in the world to check out this luscious body but right now I've got an itch you've given me that has to be scratched. Either you do it or I'll have to start stopping cars out on the road."

We stepped into the big rear bedroom where Kathy just dropped her robe standing nude in front of me. She reached for my pants saying, "Let's get these off or down or something. Come on Steve help me."

I pulled off my boots and socks then dropped my jeans showing that I was commando as usual, then whipped off my T-shirt to be as nude as Kathy was. I reached back and flipped the lock on the door then picked Kathy up and pitched her on the bed with a squeal. I dove after her, pinning her down, then kissing her lips till her arms then her legs were wrapped around me. I started to kiss down to her breasts but she held my head up with one hand then grabbed my now very stiff manhood and placed me right at the slippery entrance to her pleasure port. Without even a tiny bit of getting used to each other, she slammed into me, taking me completely into her.

"Damn you're big. Shit you're almost too long. Don't make any difference. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I did. And she did. We lasted maybe forty-five seconds, maybe even a whole minute before Kathy stiffened, groaning then biting my shoulder to try to stay quiet. I was right with her, sending a gallon or so of old stored up semen into her. If she wasn't fixed, she now had a couple billion swimmers ready to attack.

I didn't go soft; her pussy felt so good that I just started pounding again. This time we lasted probably two minutes before our seizures were upon us. As soon as my juices finished squirting, I began to soften. As I started slipping out, Kathy pushed me off her and jumped up running into the bathroom.

"You put a load up there stud. Wow! That was good, just what I needed,"

Kathy said as she came out of the bathroom with a wet wash cloth. While she cleaned me off, she leaned over me and gave me a very sweet kiss.

"Don't worry Steve, I'm not in love. I'm in lust. I don't know what turns me on about you but you're ringing my bell. That's for sure."

With a smile she said, "Get dressed and get out of here before the kids discover we're playing hide the wienie. Shit, I'm gonna be leaking all night. You been saving up?"

I dressed quickly then we walked through the living room to the door.

None of the kids even turned to look at us. Kathy let me out saying she would see me in a little bit.

I walked across the street to my place to be greeted by Martin and Glenda sitting on the lawn chairs on the patio. Glenda was grinning at me and when I passed her going into the house to get us a beer, she gave out a whistle.

"You sure smell good," Glenda said. "Martin, he smells just like you do when you finish filling me up."

I brought some beer out, as theirs were empty. Martin told me how the day as a juror had gone. It had gone nowhere as he said he sat in an auditorium waiting to be called all day. He was saying he had to do next week too. He may or may not be called to actually serve on a jury.

"Glenda tells me you're taking Kathy for a ride while we baby-sit,"

Martin said this like he was going to be the dad before a date with his daughter. "Now Steve, I don't want you drinking a lot while you're out riding. That lady has four kids that need her, so be careful."

I smiled at Martin, "No problem Martin. We're going to Big Jim's for some lasagna then we're going to go to the Vanishing Point to see what kind of place that is. We'll be back by ten thirty or eleven unless that's too late."

"That's fine. You guys can stay out later if you want. Glenda and I can snuggle on the couch till you get back."

"Thanks Martin and you too Glenda. Oh yeah. We're going with your other neighbors, Charlie and Shawna," I said thinking that the information would be reassuring to them.

"Oh damn," Martin said followed by Glenda with, "That little red head is a shit disturber. You be careful around those two, they are about as crazy as they get."

"They sure are fun though," Martin almost giggled.

"If I catch that little hussy trying to get in your pants, I'll bite her tits off," Glenda said huffily.

"Not to worry honey," Martin said. "After you get done with me, I never have anything left for anyone but you."

"What does Kathy think about those two?" Glenda asked.

"Kathy says it's great because she and Jake used to go out with them a lot. She seems to want to go out with them."

Glenda huffed and puffed a little, "Her and Jake were a bit wild too even though he was military. For a couple with four kids they did enjoy themselves. I guess my neighbors will be okay. I've just seen that Shawna tease before. She's really forward."

"You know Glenda, I think that's exactly what Shawna is. A tease."

I said this then paused a few beats to let it sink in.

"There are girls that are a little loose but then there are girls like Shawna that talk a good game instead of playing the game. I think she uses her teasing to tease poor ole' Charlie as much as any of the guys you see her teasing. Charlie seems to trust her and I know the look in her eye when she looks at Charlie is one of affection."

"Well if you say so Steve. I guess what she does with Abe and Martin is just teasing, not really hunting."

"I have to take a shower and get ready. Thanks guys for watching the kids for Kathy. I think she'll have a good time."

I went inside as the neighbor couple walked back to their place.

Kathy came over and sat with me on the patio while we waited for Charlie and Shawna. I adjusted her helmet straps so it would slip on easily.

Kathy was asking questions about my exploits with the oil companies when we heard a bike crank up on the other side of Martin and Glenda's.

I started my bike and let Kathy get on and adjust the foot pegs. Since the new seat was a stair step buddy seat, it should be comfortable to ride. Without revving the engine, I rode to Charlie's. He saw me, waved for me to follow then took off down the street with Shawna's red hair flowing in the wind. We rode tandem down Florida then turned on Waters to go to Rome where Big Jim's was. It was only about twenty minutes but I could feel Kathy's excitement as she held onto me.

After parking at Jim's next to dozens of bikes, we went inside to join the throngs of people trying to be served the infamous lasagna dinner.

Most of the revelers were out in the fenced back yard eating at picnic tables. Shawna and Kathy grabbed an open booth while Charlie and I went to the bar for plates of salad, lasagna, big Italian rolls and beer.

While we were eating, there was constant stream of people coming up to us saying hi to Charlie and Shawna, a couple of the guys that had been with me out at Pop's and even a couple who came up and asked Kathy how she was doing.

Charlie was saying my rep was going to get me a lot of business if I wanted it. He hollered for a guy named Mike to come over. Charlie explained to Mike what I was planning to do the next day and you could see Mike's eyes get glassy.

Mike looked at me, "If you can fix those heads, I have set of Pan heads that need work. They had so many seats in them that new seats slip constantly. Man, I hope you can do that." Mike looked over at Charlie then asked, "You gonna have him try to do that on Saturday? Ain't you too busy for that?"

"Hadn't thought of that," Charlie said. "Maybe you could stop by but we'll probably have to wait till Monday to work on the stuff."

I asked, "aren't most bike shops closed on Monday?"

"Not us," Charlie answered "we close on Sunday but pick up a lot of weekend breakdowns on Monday morning."

Kathy and Shawna had gotten up and were visiting with people here and there around the bar. Charlie went to get them saying he wanted to go to the Vanishing point for a few minutes. They left reluctantly making Charlie promise we could come back another night soon.

We rode the ten minutes it took to get over to the Vanishing Point to find a pretty good crowd. There, Charlie introduced me to a bunch of fellows telling all of them how I had fixed up some cases he was working on. There were not a lot of women at the Vanishing Point like there had been at Jim's so the girls stayed with us as we had a beer.

Charlie said that the women showed up here late. He didn't know why but figured it was because most of them were dancers or waitresses and were just getting off.

About nine-thirty, Charlie said let's roll so we went out to our bikes.

He said we were going to stop by a continuous party for a few minutes.

He told me to just go with the flow and to keep quiet while we were there. I had a feeling where we might be going, but if Charlie was welcome, I would be too.

We went back across town and into a neighborhood. At a big gate in front of a large house, Charlie stopped and had a couple of words with a guy that was standing by the gate. He left and came back then opened the gate motioning for us to go in. Charlie had me park my bike next to his near the gate. Both girls knew where we were and what the protocol was.

They stayed just behind us and to our left.

Charlie introduced us to a long bearded guy named Hap who was friendly with intense eyes. He looked at me a long time. He called another guy over who asked me a couple of questions. Charlie was telling the guy about my welding abilities. That seemed to interest him a lot.

Another guy wearing the same colors as the one Charlie was talking too came up and was whispering into the head guys ear gesturing toward our bikes. Hap turned to me and asked, "Where'd you get your bike?"

"Bought it in Miami a few days ago," I said uncomfortable about the questioning.

"Where at?" Hap asked.

"I was making a deal on my truck at a place called Joey's when three guys rode up and made a deal on a pickup. Joey asked me if I wanted a bike so I bought it on the spot."

The guy, who had come up to Hap said, "You put new tires, a new chain and a new seat on it."

"I did and a new battery too. The bike wouldn't have been street worthy without the new shoes," I said feeling this was probably not a place for me to be.

Charlie was still standing next to me when a third patch holder came up and whispered something into Hap's ear. Hap smiled then waved him off.

"Crazy isn't it. One weekend a brother from Miami is ridin' that sled then less than a week later, it shows up in our yard with a new owner.

Snake said he remembers you from the car lot. Said you helped him get a fair price for the bike. What did he get for it?" Hap asked.

"Eight hundred."

"That's what Snake said. Righteous price. You did good. Hope you didn't give Joey that much."

I didn't say anything and Hap didn't press. We were all brought cans of Bud then circulated a little before saying our good-byes. As we were getting ready to crank up, Hap came over to us, "Don't be a stranger. We're friendly. Come by and see us. We might be what you need for friends."

I gave a salute, then cranked the bike and pulled it up off the kickstand with Kathy already on the seat.

Hap walked over, "Kathy, we're all sorry out here about Jake. You ever need anything you let us know. He was our brother. We take care of our own."

I could feel Kathy relax. "Thanks Hap. Take care of yourself."

The gate opened and Charlie led us out to Florida Avenue then north to home. We both quietly shut down in the park at our separate places.

Before I had the bike in the shed, Shawna was over at my place. "Come on

Kathy, grab a towel and let's go tubbing."

Kathy looked at me with a sly grin, "Go get a couple of towels and put on some shorts, I'll be right back." Kathy ran across the street.

When I came out of my trailer a minute later, Shawna, Kathy, and Charley were all standing there in shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops waiting. I had a bag with a twelve pack of cold beer along with the towels.

We walked down the street to the pool area and went to the enclosed hot tub area. Charlie flipped a couple of switches that started the air jets then started stripping. As I pulled my T-shirt off, my eyes caught sight of two sets of nipples just a few feet from me. The girls were already naked and stepping into the hot tub, fast.

Charlie and I finished stripping. As we stepped in, Shawna gave a gasp.

"Holy shit. Would you look at the size of that shlong? Geez."

As Kathy accepted a beer from me she was bragging, "And it feels just as good."

"You slut. You've already had some of that?" Shawna said with envy.

"Now you've done it. You got the prime biker bitch pining for prick,"

Charlie laughed.

"Oh Charlie, you know your big round fat fucker is my favorite. I think I'd like my insides tickled way up there by that thing though."

Kathy snuggled up to me, "So you see how Jake and I got four kids. At least they all look like Jake. Little Carl is pretty big for his age though."

"You hussy," Shawna said, "you just haven't had any of Charlie's tree stump for a long while that's all. Be nice and I'll lend him to you for a bit."

We drank beer and soaked before finally Charlie said, "I think I'm ready for bed. Any bed. Come on Shawna, let's hit the hay and you can demonstrate how you give head for a while."

"Head my ass. You bury your face in my pussy for the next hour while I luxuriate in orgasms then if you're lucky, you'll get some head or some of this prime pussy," Shawna was primping her hair.

"Darn you little red headed hussy, you are a potty mouth," Charlie exclaimed.

Shawna smiled sweetly saying with a prim look, "A potty mouth that can suck your fat stump off faster than any Nebraska Avenue hooker could ever do."

Charlie was shaking his head as he lifted Shawna out of the tub with one hand and put her over his shoulder. He stooped down and picked up all the clothes with one hand then flip flopped down the street stark naked with a naked Shawna over his shoulder.

"Neat friends, huh?" came from Kathy as she was finishing pulling up her shorts.

"They are crazy. Sorry about the bike club thing. I didn't know we were going there," I said apologetically.

"No problem," Kathy answered as we walked down the street. "I was a little worried when Hap was asking you about your bike, but it turned out okay. Jake was a member. I never would wear a "property of" patch so we had a few disagreements over it. No big deal though."

"I'm not a joiner. Always been an independent and probably always will be," I said as we approached my trailer.

Kathy came up to me and wrapped her arms around me, "Would you mind if I took a rain check on some of the special loving we were talking about. I'm bushed and I think I've let Martin and Glenda baby-sit long enough."

"I'm fine with that Kathy. You are a special lady. It's been a hell of a good day with you. It's been fun. See you tomorrow," I said as I walked her to her place.

At her door I kissed her and she stared at me long and hard then just turned and went in.

I went back to my patio and was sitting drinking one of the beers from the bag when Martin and Glenda came over. I gave each of them a beer and they sat sipping a few minutes.

"Well what do you think?" Glenda asked.

"I'm sure you're asking about Kathy," I stated more like a question.

Glenda huffed, "Yes, what do you think about Kathy?"

"She's amazing, a single Mom of four kids," I said with my eyes closed thinking of Kathy. "She really has it together. She is fun to be with, good looking, and knows how to enjoy life. Somehow I think she really doesn't want a new husband yet. She wants the company, the companionship, the camaraderie with someone and for her kids, but not a permanent thing yet."

"I think you're right," Martin agreed.

"She's just so lonely sometimes," Glenda said. "But then she has that look, like she's still missing Jake. You're good for her Steve but you may be right. She may not be ready for a husband yet."

"I'm not looking for a wife yet either Glenda," I said. "I'm not really ready to settle down. When I am, I will devote a hundred percent of my effort into making a happy home. Until then, I'm just going to enjoy the fruits of the land."

Martin giggled, "Ah fruits of the land, like Dede or Star."

"I don't think I'll be plucking much of that fruit Martin," I said with a smile. "Stuff like that is fun to look at, kind of like fake fruit in a bowl. Definitely not edible."

"What or who's not edible?" came a voice from off the patio. A tiny red head in a super long T-shirt came onto the patio from the direction of Martin and Glenda's place. "Got any beer left?"

I pulled another out of the bag then gave Martin and Glenda another.

"Charlie was worn out. He fell asleep as soon as we finished our snack,"

Shawna said smugly. "I'm still wired from riding and need to wind down."

I was laughing at Shawna's snack reference, "What are you laughing at Steve?" Glenda asked.

"Nothing really. Charlie and Shawna make so many jokes in an evening that anything she says reminds me of something funny."

"Well Martin, it's late. How about taking me home so we can have a snack too," Glenda said smiling.

"Oh boy, I'm gonna get lucky again. At my age "again" means this month," Martin said as he ducked Glenda's swing.

"Night guys," I said as the couple walked to their trailer carrying their beer.

"Damn, now I'm going to have to go home and go to bed. I wish Glenda liked me better so she would hang out with me more," Shawna lamented.

"I think she actually thinks you would steal her Martin," I commented.

"You're right, I'm sure," Shawna said. "But I wouldn't take someone away from a couple. I might enjoy a guy, but I have someone that I'm going to keep. I don't need another guy in my life."

"You know what Shawna," I said thinking about it, "get Glenda alone, hand her a beer and tell her exactly what you just told me. I'm convinced."

"So am I," a voice from off the patio said.

"Glenda, were you spying on me?" I asked trying to sound shocked.

"Yes I was and I'm glad I did. I'm sorry Shawna for being bitchy to you.

I should have known how you feel the way you hang all over Charlie. It's just that you seem so loose sometimes. The way you two may or may not sleep around. I'm sorry and I hope you forgive me, I've been a prude."

Shawna jumped up from her chair and ran to Glenda and gave her a big hug. I think both of them sobbed a little, being happy to have made up.

I raised my can to them and took a drink. They both laughed at the gesture.

"I came over here to watch you take Steve inside and screw his brains out. It was none of my business but then I'm just nosey and Steve here has just had somewhat of a turn down from Kathy. When you didn't jump Steve instantly I had to get closer to hear what you were saying and you went and ruined a perfectly good jealous streak. Hell I might even lend ole' Martin too you for an afternoon. He'd probably come back rejuvenated for a couple of months," Glenda was now laughing.

"Sit down, both of you. There's three more beers left, one for each of us. Let's have these then lets go to bed, wherever that may be. I'm just about half shit faced so I don't think I could take on you two ladies,"

I laughingly said this while popping lids.

"You know Glenda," Shawna started talking. You could hear that she had a few too many. "I itch for that hairy fucker sitting over there. He's so straight and such a fucking gentleman. You should see the wanger on him. Christ it's a whopper. One of these days though, I'm gonna try it. Charlie's fatter but Steve's thing's gonna come out my mouth."

"You do have a potty mouth Shawna. Here you're trying to make a good impression on Glenda and you're talking like that," I told her.

Glenda just said, "That's okay Shawna, I feel the same. If I didn't have Martin I'd be over here getting' plowed by this kid right now. And to think Kathy had the opportunity to get some of it tonight and passed.

That's nuts."

"Don't feel to bad about prissy little Kathy. She got her ashes hauled earlier today by the stud and said her box was too sore for an encore. Made me down right jealous, she did."

"Well that strumpet. I can't believe I was feeling sorry for her and him," Glenda was pointing at me. "I was going to tell you to give him a bj or a quickie or something so I wouldn't feel bad for him. Hell I was even thinking of volunteering to do it myself. Shit everyone is pullin' it over my eyes tonight."

"Okay, okay," I said draining my can, "it's time to put these fantasies to bed. I'm looking forward to a good nights sleep. Let's get it done."

Both ladies kissed me then they walked back across the yard hand in hand. It made me feel good that the two of them may have made up. Or was it the beer.

I was going to have to drink less or apply for a new liver pretty soon.



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Chapter 6

Day Six - Saturday

Don't know why, but I didn't have a hang over, not even queasy. I made coffee and went out to the patio. I cleaned up the empties and put them in the recycle bin then sat down to enjoy my morning's coffee.

I was sitting there thinking of the previous night when J.J. came running over. "Good morning Steve. Mom wants you to have breakfast with us. Come on, she's making pancakes."

I went inside and refilled my cup then followed J.J. to his house. The kitchen was busy with four kids and Kathy fixing pancakes. When I came in, Kathy looked shyly at me but smiled real big. She was wearing her giant terry cloth robe. I went to her and gave her a hug and kiss then turned to see the kids all looking and giggling at each other.

Barbara was looking at me smiling then she closed her eyes and puckered up giving me a giant air kiss. When she opened her eyes she broke up in giggles. Kathy saw Barb's antics causing her to laugh and blush.

I sat with Kathy and the kids to eat. Kathy thanked me for last night and said she thought we might have ended our night a little early. Either that or we should have been more active in the tub. We laughed at that while the kids wondered what we were talking about. When everyone was done, they said they were on their way to the recreation building for the Saturday summer play class. J.J. took the lead and shepherded the other three down the street. Kathy and I cleaned the table and washed the dishes discussing the previous night.

When I said I needed to leave to help Charlie this morning, Kathy came up to me and hugged me then turned her head up to me for a kiss. The kiss became hot and demanding. Kathy pulled back then started tugging me down the hallway to the big bedroom.

Kathy's robe was on the floor instantly as were my clothes. We were quickly glued to each other rolling around fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle should. This time I fucked her good then made love to her. I kissed every inch of her, softly stroked her entire body, bit softly all the tender places that needed bit and poked fingers into all kinds of private places. Kathy was in orgasm heaven when we joined the second time. This time we just kept sliding together until the ultimate moment overcame us.

As we lay on our backs, Kathy rolled to me and hugged me, throwing a leg over mine. "Steve, I have to tell you something. Jake was really the only man to ever make me feel that special way until yesterday, you made everything click. You scared me. You scared me so bad I wanted to hide from you. When I woke up this morning, I heard your voice telling me we were going to be special friends for a long time. For whatever reason that comforted me, made me know you were the one to make me whole, more complete for whatever my future is. You just did it to me again. You brought me to my utopian feelings again and again just now. I love you and I don't. I want to be with you but I don't want you for a husband. I don't know whether I'll ever want a husband again. I sure hope you understand all this cause I sure don't."

"You just put into words everything that has been going through my mind. You and me baby," I said like an old movie star. "We're gonna be lovers. We're gonna enjoy each other for as long as we can. It's for life Kathy, we're best friends for life."

"Best fucking friends I hope," Kathy giggled. "Now get out of here and go help Charlie. Better watch out for that little red head or she'll be having you on her break."

I went home, had another cup of coffee, showered, and drove my truck to the bike shop. Saturday must be a good day for them as the parking lot was full of cars, trucks and bikes. Jan and Dell were busy helping lots of customers as they were opening boxes of merchandise. Shawna saw me and waved me back to the shop.

I asked Charlie if today was going to be too busy for me to work on his stuff he told me what I was going to do was more important.

Charlie had a workbench cleared for me. I walked over to the oven to turn it on and found it hot. "The cracked head is already in there. Set up your welding equipment the way you want then we'll pull the head. I asked for some pot metal to test my flame. First I heated up the scrap cast aluminum with mostly gas and no oxygen. When I could tell the metal was getting close to melting, I started trying to make some drips run off onto a metal plate I had laid there. This was going to be tricky.

I pulled the head out of the heater and set it up sideways on a stand so I could get at the crack. I put the flame where it needed to be, gradually working closer so I could get the weld to meld the crack. Since the metal was hot, I was able to work it pretty well. I turned the head over and discovered the weld had almost gone completely through. With very little effort I was able to finish sealing the cracks and then recreate the ridge on the head where a new hole had to be tapped.

Now the real tricky part. I put that head back in the oven and took out the other. Charlie had some old pieces of head lying around that I was going to use for brazing material. The first thing I did was to get the junk metal near melting, then get the area where the seat was to be built up starting to melt. I was actually recasting the heads. I didn't know how well it would work but if it did, I will have saved some fifty-year-old equipment to have another life.

It took me two hours and four different heating intervals to build up the valve seat area enough so it could be machined to accept a commercial seat and guide. It looked like it might work.

I heated up the pan head cases and welded the cracks. I was getting pretty good at doing these. It was still scary as a cast case could explode any second, completely destroying some salvageable equipment.

I finished and cleaned up the welding equipment then swept up all the debris and dust from welding. When I was done I took off my gloves and stretched. I was hungry.

Dell was looking over the work I had done on the heads, "I didn't think they could be fixed. If this works I'm going to start looking for old heads. Those things are worth a fortune."

He came over to me and shook my hand, "You are one damn good craftsman. That is some fine work. Hope you stay around cause I can never find anyone to do the delicate stuff. Can you wrench? I could use another guy."

"I'm not a mechanic Dell," I said honestly. "I'm just a welder. A welder on vacation."

Jan came back to the shop and said there were a couple pizzas up front. Come and get it. They probably had twenty pizzas out there with canned coke and beer for all the Saturday customers milling around. Charlie and I ate our fill then Charlie announced that he and I were going to Billy's, whoever Billy was. The others understood so Charlie packed up the heads and the cases and told me we would use my truck to go to Billy's.

Ten minutes later we were in a shop within a group of shops in what was kind of like storage buildings. This one was a machine shop, with some classy looking equipment. The oil company's all had excellent machine shops so I was familiar with good equipment. There was a skinny guy with a gimpy leg named Billy who was working on making some molds for plastic injection.

When he finished what he was doing, he turned to us, "Okay Charlie, introduce me and let's see this special project you were talking about."

Billy looked over both heads very carefully until he finally lifted one up and said, "I think this is the one that was cracked."

Charlie grinned and said he was right but was glad it took him so long to figure it out. "Do you think you can grind out the seat area so new seats can be pressed in tight?"

Billy inspected what he needed to do and finally answered, "I don't see any problem. When I start routing the hole and seat, I'll know whether the metal is good or not. That will be the test." Billy started clearing his big computerized machine. "Hang on, I have the program ready for this. Let me set it up and we'll watch it for a few minutes to see how the metal cuts."

Billy flipped switches, installed bits and routers at various places on his machine then set the head in place with multiple clamps using micrometers to measure miniscule movements. Billy squirted a little oil on the metal and then the drill bits before pushed the start button. The big machine delicately touched the area to be cut with the various tools cutting tiny slivers with each pass. A human would not be able to do it. This computerized machine could and did.

After almost a half-hour, Billy pushed the stop button then started measuring the cuts that had been taken. Next he took what looked like a kitchen measuring spoon of the slivers of metal over to a microscope and spread them over the viewing slide. A couple of minutes later he raised up smiling.

"Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. This is going to work," Billy exclaimed. "If the other head tests out the same, I'll have these for you Monday morning. You have my cases?"

Charlie pulled the pan head cases out and handed them to Billy. He went over them with a magnifying glass, then used his micrometer to measure the main bearing seat. Billy looked up at me and asked, "You do this?"

I nodded.

"Good work. I'll have some more for you to do soon. What do I owe you for the cases, will two fifty be okay?" Billy was pulling out his big wallet on a chain.

"That's too much. How about giving me fifty and give Dell fifty for the use of his shop and stuff," I said thinking that fifty should be plenty.

"Dell owes me too much for giving him money to use his shop. You take the hundred and I'll owe you. Need something machined? I'll do it for you."

"Okay, thanks Billy. Actually I was helping Charlie out and wasn't trying to get commercial on you," I said shaking his hand.

Charlie and I headed back to Tampa V-twin with him lecturing me on the way, "You know that was too cheap. Two fifty for as good a job as you did on those cases would have been a bargain. Next time, just take the money."

I just shook my head, "Charlie, I'm on vacation. I'm doing a couple of guys favors, that's all."

"Well," Charlie said as we were pulling into the bike shop, "Shawna, Kathy and I may convince you to stay here instead of going back out on an oil rig. If we do, you're going to need to make a living. You're talented enough to do it, you just work too cheap is all."

Inside the shop Dell had some big blue prints out and was checking over some metal bars laid out on the floor. "Hey Steve, you ever weld magnesium?"

"Yeah, we use that stuff on oil rigs because it's strong but extremely light weight. You don't usually have to re-weld anything on magnesium as it melds so well. Hardly ever cracks or breaks," I said looking at the blue print.

Dell pointed at the blue print then said, "Look at this and tell me how much you would charge to make this."

"Looks like some kind of motorcycle frame," I said.

Jan had walked up at that point and said, "It is a motorcycle frame. A dirt drag bike frame. I'm forever killing frames and I'd like to have a tougher, lighter weight frame to win some races with."

I stared at the print for a bit and asked Shawna if she had a pencil and pad. I wrote down all the pertinent numbers then measured the raw material he had. He had plenty so I took a piece to his pipe cutter and cut off two, two- inch long pieces. Going over to his Mig machine I checked over the equipment then set up the two pieces of pipe with vice grips. I turned the machine on then pulled down my hood. I slowly drew a bead around the two pieces in a continuous arc, keeping the ridge to a minimum.

I shut off everything and put it away then took a hand file to smooth the ridge. I took the solid piece off the stand then went to a vice and tried to compress it. I couldn't do it, so I put one end into the vice and tightened it down then took a four pound hammer and hit it as hard as I could. Nothing happened. I had Charlie hit it a couple of times and he couldn't break the weld.

Turning to Dell I said, "You bought some good raw material but you don't have any raw flat metal to make up these other parts."

"You can't make those out of the pipe?" Dell asked.

"You just saw what we were doing. Do you think I can hammer it down? I could try your metal brake to see if it will flatten but I doubt it. Those tubes are manufactured to not flatten or kink. As it is, we're going to have use some intense heat to bend the bars where we need to," I explained.

Dell sighed, "Okay what size, how thick, and how much do I need."

I took my notes and wrote down the size of the blank plate that would be needed saying there was just one thickness used on the print throughout. Dell said he had seen that and figured a flattened pipe would work. I told him, I didn't think the plate we would need should cost more than forty dollars. He was saying, "Yeah sure. Those pipes were like two hundred a piece."

I was staggered, "Dell, can get your money back on the pipe not used?"

He looked at me, "I think so, let me call."

"Let me call the distributor I know and make sure of the price before you ask for a return," I said thinking I was correct but wanting to make sure.

Ten minutes later Dell was gladly paying a twenty-percent restocking fee. My supplier was twenty-five percent of what Dell had paid. My guy also threw in a new pipe bender he had that was used in conjunction with heat to bend the mag pipes. He even included the freight.

Dell came back and looked at me, "Okay, again. How much you gonna charge me to put this together?"

I looked at the prints again then thought about it before finally answering. "Dell, I made twenty-seven hundred and fifty dollars a week plus clothes, room and board on the rigs. Of course that was for seven days, twelve hours a day. This is probably going to take at least a week but I'm not going to work twelve hours a day on it unless you want to give me the twenty-seven hundred. You're not going to be giving me clothes and probably not feeding me three times a day so I think I would do this for you for about fifteen hundred."

Jan was smiling, "Deal. When can you start."

"As soon as we get the raw material. I need another copy of this print before it gets messed up so we need to take it to one of those blueprint copy shops.

Dell was sitting on a shop stool, "That's pretty high, fifteen hundred. Can't you do it cheaper than that?"

"Sure Dell, I could but to make it perfect, no. To do it right, no. I'm on vacation. If I wanted to make money, I could go back to the rigs and make twenty-seven hundred a week. Probably more now that my rating is up and my longevity has increased. Have you priced this with anyone else? Someone else might be cheaper."

Charlie was laughing his ass off. Shawna was sniggering and Jan was shaking her head with her hand over her eyes. Jan looked up at Dell and said, "Tell him Dell, tell him the truth you cheap fucker before I do."

"The race car shop here in town said they could do it for about four grand but it would take at least a month. They said there could be over-runs because of how precise it needs to be," he said this a little red faced.

"You're right Charlie, I'm too cheap. I need an agent if I'm going to do nothing but specialized work," I said getting ready to head out to my truck.

Dell jumped off his stool and asked, "Where you going?"

"Home," I said. "I can't do anything else here till the raw material gets here. Is there something else you need?"

"I guess not," Dell said. "I just didn't want you to leave and not come back."

Charlie jumped in, "And he's only going to charge you fifteen hundred, right?""

"Well it's Saturday and I'm planning on relaxing a little. See you guys later. I'm going to the store for some steaks," I said walking out of the shop.

As I was getting into the truck, Shawna came out and asked if she could come along. I said sure and she jumped in. We drove to the Kash and Karry which was the closest store. I bought a bunch of veggies and the steak along with some milk and another case of beer. Shawna had grabbed a cart and was busily filling it up with regular groceries.

Shawna was commenting, "I never get to grocery shop because we're always on the bike and I'm usually at the shop till late except when we plan on doing stuff like we did last night so we always end up eating take out something or getting a microwave dinner. With some food in the house, we can eat a meal for a change. Are you good at cooking a steak?"

"I like what I cook," I said.

"How about you cooking our steaks and I'll make broccoli and some baked potatoes and we can eat together? How about it?" Shawna asked.

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said smiling at the thought of all my new friends.

On the way home we went by the bike shop so Shawna could tell Charlie to be home by six for steak. He assured her he would be there before that.

I took Shawna's steak and put it with mine. I doctored it up with my special seasoning and Worcestershire sauce and let it marinate. I showered, put on some shorts and a T-shirt then went out to get the grill ready. About five fifteen, I started the charcoal so it would be ready for the steaks by quarter to six. I dragged my table out to the patio along with three good chairs. I set the table and put wineglasses out for a surprise. I had a real good bottle of red wine for steaks. I pulled a bunch of lettuce for salads and got that ready and popped a beer for my reward.

At five thirty, I heard Charlie roar in. Five minutes later he was walking over dressed like me in shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. His hair was still wet from the shower. I gave him a beer and he plopped into a lawn chair. Charlie said that Shawna told him the veggies and potatoes would be over in about five minutes so I put the steaks on the grill and covered it. Just as I was about to flip the steaks, Shawna showed up with her stuff. I gave her a beer and put the salads on the table. We both told Charlie to come to the table for his salad.

By the time we had eaten the salad the steaks were ready. We stuffed ourselves with big steaks, baked potatoes, veggies and drank our wine.

"Damn, you'd make somebody a good wife," Charlie groaned rubbing his belly. "That's the best dinner we've had in months. Take lessons Shawna, so we can do that again."

"We don't have a grill Charlie," Shawna said. "Get one and I'll try. But why get one right away with Steve over here? We'll just buy the meat and I'm sure he'd be willing to cook up what we brought as long as he gets a free meal."

"I can do that. I don't think I want to eat steak every day but I know how to barbecue ribs and chicken too. We'll have to get some chicken soon as I love hot wings," I was saying wistfully.

Martin and Glenda came over and sat in the lawn chairs. Glenda commented, "It sure is good to have a neighbor with a covered patio. We all seem to congregate over here."

I got up and brought out cans of Bud for every one then quickly picked up the dishes and took them into my sink. When I sat back down I said, "Shawna, we didn't think about desert. We should have bought something."

"I have just the thing," Glenda said and got up to go to her place. When she returned she had a big chocolate cake, plus a hand full of paper plates and plastic forks.

"Oh Glenda, I love you," said Charlie drooling over the cake.

Shawna was equally happy, "I love chocolate, especially chocolate cake."

Glenda cut and served everyone, which required another round of beer.

Shawna said for the rest of us to sit and relax, as she was going to wash the dishes real quick. When I told her not to worry, she said she was going to make helping fix supper worth my while and went in. Glenda followed her and we guys could hear the dishes being rattled around inside.

'I heard how Glenda and Shawna made up last night," Martin said. "I'm glad those two got together. They're both a little kinky and they will enjoy each other."

Charlie said, "Yeah, Shawna told me this morning how they got together. Seems your ole' lady was spying on her and Steve thinking the two of them were going to get a quickie. When they didn't, Glenda got up closer and what she heard made her talk to my red head."

We drank our beer then I asked if anyone wanted to go to Busch Gardens with Kathy's clan and me tomorrow, Sunday. Charlie spoke up, "Man, I'd love to do that. It's been a long while since we've been there. Shawna just loves that place. How about you Martin, want to come?"

"Naw, not tomorrow. Glenda and I are going over to Abe's for a barbecue. Next time," Martin said.

"I better go across the street to make sure they know we're going tomorrow," I said jumping up to go across the lane road.

I knocked on the door and again the blinds moved an inch then the door was thrown open by J.J., "Hey Steve, want to come in?"

"Let me talk to your Mom a minute okay?" I said as he pulled me inside turning to Kathy who was standing in the kitchen at the sink.

"Mom, Steve wants to talk to you," J.J. said while walking back to the couch in front of the TV.

Ben, Carl and Barbara who were intercepting me passed J.J. The two boys gave me a hug but Barb wanted to be picked up. Kathy said, "My goodness you guys, let Steve be a second. Barb you're too big to be climbing up a man like that."

"No she's not, are you Barb. All kids need to be held sometimes," I said this while giving Barb a hug then setting her back on her feet. The kids were all satisfied so they went back to living room area.

"What's up Steve?" Asked Kathy.

"How about we go to Busch Gardens tomorrow?" I asked thinking it would be a perfect day for it.

"I don't know Steve, its not the right time of the month," Kathy said sort of looking down and away.

"Oh," I said sadly, "if you're monthlies get you down too much, I can understand that. I could still take the kids."

"You don't understand, Steve," she lamented. "I can't afford to go this time of the month. I have to plan for big expenses like that."

"Big expenses? It might cost you some gas money to drive us there but I can chip in on that. I'm taking you; you're not taking me. That means tomorrow would free and fun," I said smiling.

"Well not free, you have to pay for it and I don't want you spending all your money so you have to leave to go back to work so fast."

"Not to worry. I'm pretty well fixed right now and some money keeps coming in. I've even got a big job to do for Dell next week," I was trying to convince her, "So, are you coming with us tomorrow or what?"

"Just us?" Kathy asked.

"Charlie and Shawna want to come with us if that's all right," I said. "Martin and Glenda said they were going to Abe's for a barbecue."

Kathy gave me a big hug and kept her head on my chest. She raised her head and kissed me before turning toward the living room, "You guys want to go to Busch Gardens tomorrow?"

There was a simultaneous roar, "Yeah, Busch Gardens, we're going to Busch Gardens, yeah."

"That answers that," I said. "Let's start out at ten in the morning so we can have a big day."

"We'll be ready. I'll get the kids clothes ready right now. If you want, you could come by later, maybe around ten? The kids should be in bed by then," Kathy said with her head down but her eye's looking up.

"Perhaps. I might go for a ride in a bit to see what's going on. If I don't get back too late, I'll stop by."

Kathy gave me another hug and a kiss with a ton of promise.

As I was going through the living room, little Barb gave me another big air kiss causing both Kathy and me to laugh.

As I was coming back across the street an old Ford pickup was slowly driving down the lane. When I went to the patio, Charlie was saying, "That looked like Jeff in that truck. It isn't his truck but it looked like him driving."

Martin looked worried and said, "If you really think it was Jeff, I'll go call the cops. Steve, you need to get a phone. There are times when you need one, like right now."

"Whoever it was, didn't stop so we may be worrying about nothing," I said then turned to Charlie. "I was thinking of taking a ride into Big Jim's and check out what's going on. You up for that?"

"Sure, Shawna's gonna want to come along too. Hap called and wants me to come by and bring you along. We can stop by to see what he wants on the way." Charlie said still sitting, enjoying his beer.

"That truck's coming back," Martin said as he got up to go toward his trailer.

"Damn, that is Jeff," Charlie said as he stood up watching the truck stop in front of Kathy's place.

An unshaven slovenly dressed fat guy got out of the pickup. He had something in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was as I started to hurriedly walk over to Kathy's with Charlie following.

The guy started to bang on Kathy's door just as I approached. "Whatcha need buddy?" I asked as I closed the distance between us.

The guy swung around but still not showing what he had in his hand, "None of your fucking business, now get lost."

"That's no way to talk. If you're name's Jeff, then you best leave before the cops get here. I heard you get in trouble for being out here," I said this while right in front of him but lower as he was on the second step going up to Kathy's door.

"You sonofabitch," he said as he swung his hand around with a pistol in it.

I was ready for something like this and hit him as hard as I could between his legs. The gun flew up in the air and the guy keeled over almost on top of me. I stepped away and watched him fall clutching his balls through his jeans.

Charlie started to pick up the pistol but I waved him away from it saying, "Better leave it for the cops. Let's just watch this guy till they get here."

Kathy opened the door and looked out with a terrified expression, "Did you kill him?"

"Steve just hit him in the balls hard enough to make him a soprano," Charlie said.

Martin came jogging up with a big automatic in his hand. We could hear sirens coming our way. I told Martin to put his piece away and when Jeff started to move around on the ground, I put my foot on his head and told him to stay put if he wanted to stay healthy.

A minute later, two county sheriff's cars pulled up lights blazing. Both deputies jumped out of their cars and came over with their hands on their gun butts.

Charlie, Martin and I showed the cops our hands as they were asking what was going on.

"Seems this guy was going to cause this lady some trouble. She has a restraining order against him and he's broken it before. This time, I'll file charges as he turned on me with that pistol under that big guy's foot." I said this pointing at the pistol.

The cop went over then picked the pistol up with a pen from his pocket and looked at it making the comment that the gun was loaded.

"What did you do to him?" The deputy asked.

Charlie spoke up, "When this Jeff guy turned with the gun, Steve hit him in the balls so hard the gun flew up into the air and he fell to where he is right now."

The other deputy told me to take my foot off the guy's head and pulled Jeff's hands behind his back and cuffed him. Looking up at Kathy he asked her, "You know this man?"

"He is Jeff Barlow," Kathy said. "I have a restraining order on him to not get anywhere near me or my kids. He's probably on probation now as he was just put in jail for breaking the order. This is the third time. You might want to check, but I think he is a convicted felon. That gun should keep him in jail this time."

"We'll check that out in a minute. Let me get this guy in the back of the car then we'll take your statements."

The two deputies put the gun in a bag and Jeff in the car then came back to us with some clipboards.

"So what do you have to do with this. What brought you over here?" The one deputy asked.

"I live across the street. Kathy and her kids are my friends. We were on my patio," I paused and waved at now half the neighborhood standing there. "Charlie recognized Jeff go driving by. When the truck came back and stopped we felt we should help to make sure Kathy and her kids were safe."

"I called 911," Martin volunteered, "then came back over just in time to see it was all over except you guys getting here."

"Is that how it happened?" The other deputy asked Charlie.

"Yeah it is," Charlie answered. "Steve here has some balls going against some big guy he don't know. When the gun came out, I was scared but Steve didn't waste any time worrying about it. He just splammed the guy between the legs and that was all she wrote."

"Ma'am," the deputy looked up at Kathy with her four kids standing behind her, "what did you see."

"Actually nothing," Kathy said. "There was a knock on the door but before we could get to it, Jeff was already on the ground."

"Any of you guys touch the gun?" The deputy asked looking around.

We shook our heads mumbling "No."

"Let me get all your names and addresses. Let me see some identification and you," he was pointing at me, "I'll need you to sign the charge for the felony gun assault. You may have to come down to court later."

The deputies finished up then called a tow truck to haul the pickup away. When they searched it, they found a bunch of crystal meth and some crack along with an open beer. Those finds were worth a few more charges.

I gave Kathy a hug and told her to get the kids in bed early so they would all be rested for a big day. She said she wanted to come with us and went across the street to ask Glenda if she minded putting the kids to bed. Kathy came right back and said she would be ready in a couple of minutes.

I went back to my patio to find the table and chairs were already back in the trailer. Charlie asked me if I was ready to hit the streets so I pulled the bike from the shed before changing clothes into some jeans, a Tampa V-twin T-shirt and boots. Kathy came across the street in jeans and halter and we met Charlie with Shawna on the back of his bike.

We were feeling pretty good as we roared down Florida and cut across to Nebraska Avenue to go into the street where the bike clubhouse was. At the gate, we went through the same routine of the guy talking to Charlie then leaving and coming back to let us in. We parked where we had before, then the gate guy walked us back to where Hap was sitting.

Hap waved at some chairs and told us to sit. A guy wearing a prospect vest handed us cans of cold Bud. "Steve? I have a couple of bike frames that need welding. Do you think you could come by to do that for us?"

"I don't have any equipment but if you do, I could do it," I answered taking a drink of my beer.

"That's a problem. We don't have any welding equipment either. I thought you had some," Hap said.

"I worked on oil rigs and platforms out in the ocean. The companies always provided the equipment and materials for me. I'm really on a vacation right now so I haven't given any thought to buying any equipment."

"You should," Hap smiled. "This area needs somebody to weld up bike frames and anything else that needs welding."

Hap turned to Charlie, "Think we could ask Pop if we could use his stuff?"

"Probably," Charlie said, "Steve already did a job out there and Pop thought he did a good job. You ask him so he doesn't get upset with me. You know how he feels when you guys are flyin'."

"I guess we could haul the bikes out there in a truck. That way we wouldn't be wearin' our colors. Pop should be okay with us," Hap was nodding. "Hey, I was talking to Whitey and he said his frame is cracked too but he didn't want to have to tear down his whole bike to just weld the frame, can you weld a frame with it still full of shit Steve?"

"Depends on where the crack is and how close something flammable is. I'm used to working in explosive areas."

"I'll tell him. Whitey may want to meet us out at Pop's. Thanks for coming out Steve. Where are you guys headed?" Hap was dismissing us.

"We're going over to Big Jim's then maybe take a ride across the causeway to stop at the Shack. Just trying to show Steve around," Charlie answered standing up.

"Steve, think about coming around more often. Be a part of our parties a little." Hap turned to a girl sitting behind him, "Sandy, go get me a support T-shirt. Steve needs to have one." He turned back to me and said, "Next time you come out, wear the shirt and you can come by yourself, you won't need Charlie."

I nodded, accepted the T-shirt then we went to our bikes and took off.

Kathy was talking to me telling me I needed to pick up some saddlebags. I agreed, as there wasn't any place to carry anything. The girls didn't have purses so I stuffed the shirt down between the seat and the tank.

Jim's was busy on a Saturday night. We had a beer there before Charlie announced we were heading across the causeway to the Crab Shack. A couple of guys with girls riding with them said they were up for a ride so we took off with four bikes riding together.

The sound of four Harley's crackling down the road makes the hair stand up on your arms and neck. Especially when you go across a bridge with the higher concrete sides.

We arrived at a tiny little dumpy place, just across the Courtney Cambell causeway going into Clearwater. There were a bunch of bikes outside and people standing outside drinking long necks advertising that this was a good place to be. Inside the tiny place you could smell food cooking. Charlie said he would get us a beer while Kathy showed me a little room with a pool table, the bathrooms and then around a corner there was another little room with a few tables where people were eating. The main bar area had two rows of small booths that barely held four skinny people. Thebigger guys sat on the outside with half their butt in the air.

Charlie said this place had the best grouper sandwich around. I said I'd have to try one soon. Kathy said, "Their onion rings are to die for."

We drank our beer, got another, then went outside to mingle with the folks out there. Charlie introduced me to everyone as we wandered among the crowd. Several of the people had already heard about a couple of the welding jobs I had done. It was then that we came upon Billy. Standing next to him was a skinny little girl with half exposed big tits. Shawna hugged the girl and introduced her to me as Billy's ole' lady, Connie.

"Billy's been bragging all over about the job you did on his cases. Then he starts talking about Charlie's heads and just can't quit talking you up. You don't look like a god to me. You're hairy enough but not a god," Connie said with smile.

Shawna said, "You should have seen him a couple of days ago. His beard was down to his belly button and bushy. He almost looks civilized now."

Billy reminded Charlie his heads would be done Monday morning just before Charlie and I took off for home. We rolled in quietly and shut down without racking the pipes. I put the bike in the shed while Kathy went over to Charlie's and came back. It was only ten o'clock, still pretty early.

"Change clothes and get a towel. We're going down to the tub," Kathy said as she went across the street.

A couple of minutes later I was on the patio with a bag of beer. Charlie and Shawna walked over and we met Kathy as she was coming out her door. No one was in the tub when we got there but there was evidence someone had just left, as the water was still moving.

Charlie turned on the tub and we stripped down. I handed out beer then we sat and enjoyed the bubbles. While we were sitting, Kathy's hand was busy under the water playing with me. I returned the favor and began fingering her. It didn't take much to get her oily enough to tease her clit under water.

Charlie and Shawna must have been doing the same thing as Shawna had her head thrown back grunting. Kathy turned to me and gave me a passionate kiss. She hugged and said, "fuck me, now."

Kathy stood up, pulled me up then turned and leaned over putting both hands on the side of the tub with her butt stuck up for me to pleasure. I came up behind her and gently kept nudging my way deeper and deeper. When I bottomed, Kathy groaned then started bouncing against me fucking herself.

Next to us, Charlie had the tiny red head in the same position trying to work the fattest cock I've ever seen into the diminutive Shawna. She may be small put she was taking Charlie's big dick.

The mutual grunts and groans were stimulating and in short order I was reaching around Kathy fingering her clit while I pumped my juice into her. Charlie must have been doing the same thing as he had his arms straight up over his head working his hips in short thrusts almost bellowing.

When we stopped, both couples pulled apart and sat down with the two girls next to each other. As soon as we caught our breath the girls were whispering.

Kathy said to me, "Sit up on the edge. Let me get that thing back up."

I sat on the edge and Charlie followed me sitting on the edge to get the same treatment. Our two ladies began sucking us back up. I was starting to stand tall when Kathy pulled her mouth off me and then grabbed Shawna by the hair and pulled her off Charlie. Kathy pulled Shawna's face to her and kissed her deeply then told her to suck on me, as she wanted some of her ole' man's fat one.

The little red head enthusiastically went down on me taking me deeper than I thought possible. When I was trying to pull her off me to keep from coming, Shawna raised up and gave me a blazing kiss then climbed up and captured the head of my dick with her still gooey pussy. I slid in easily for the first six inches then she slowly was able to get the last four inside her.

"Damn you're big," Shawna gasped.

"I love this fat fucker over here you little slut," Kathy moaned. "Enjoy getting your insides getting rearranged by king kong dong over there."

Charlie was pounding on Kathy the same as he had been with Shawna while Shawna was riding me hard, trying to cram another eighth inch up her full insides. It didn't take long till all of us were groaning our orgasms. When Shawna quieted she was still sitting on me hugging me.

She lifted her head up and stared at me. With a soft kiss on the lips she said, "Damn, that was good. Ole' Charlie has some competition. That is filling. If you had a dick as thick as Charlie, I'd follow you anywhere."

Kathy offered, "If he was that big, he'd be making porno films. You're ole' man stretched me out really nice. That fat thing is a pussy full, that's for sure."

Shawna climbed off me and sat next to Charlie hugging him and cuddling. I passed out another round of beer while we relaxed. We were getting out to leave when another two couples showed up in robes. Charlie, Shawna, and Kathy weren't embarrassed at all. The other couple greeted us and told Kathy they were happy she was out with someone. They dropped their robes displaying a couple of older ladies with some larger sagging breasts but still appealing. The men were a little pot bellied but not real fat. Shoot, if I kept drinking as much beer as I have been, I was going to get a potbelly too.

Shawna and Charlie went to their place while I took Kathy back to hers. Martin and Glenda asked if we had a good time and got ready to leave. Kathy thanked them profusely for watching the kids.

After the couple left, Kathy asked me if I wanted to come back and lay down with her. That was a no-brainer so we went back to her bedroom, stripped again and crawled under the sheet and covers.

I slowly made love to every inch of Kathy. When we were done, we were really done. Kathy just wanted to snuggle up and sleep. I was spooned behind her. She took my limp dick and stuffed it up her gooey pussy.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 7



Day Seven - Sunday

Oh my goodness. This was one of most erotic feeling there could be. I woke up feeling Kathy's wet oily pussy sliding up and down my long cock. Kathy still had her back to me but was rocking her hips forcing me in and out. My left hand was around her holding an ample breast while feeling the sensations of our coupling.

Kathy whispered, "Steve, I'm coming, oh yeah I'm coming again."

As her pussy clamped down hard on my cock deep inside of her, I let go of all the sperm saved up since last night filling her till it was leaking out the sides.

We lay quietly, soaking in our juices, enjoying the lethargic after glow of great sex.

"You need to go. I don't think the kids are up yet and you need to get ready for our big day," Kathy said.

I slipped out of bed and put my clothes on. Kathy had thrown the covers off and was stretching out, legs apart, her arms over her head. A very erotic picture with her pussy still open, leaking thick white stuff.

"Damn, how do you expect me to leave a perfect picture like this," I moaned.

"Kiss me and get out of here before I want more," Kathy whispered. "No that's not right, I want more. Well get out of here before I give in and demand more."

I gave her a kiss then slipped out down the hall. A door was open with a little face peeking out. Barb was grinning. She puckered and gave me a big air kiss then giggled shutting her door.

I left making sure the door was locked and went to my place for some coffee and breakfast. I made coffee and had some bacon, eggs and toast. After breakfast, I took my coffee out to the patio and sat, enjoying the morning air.

The little red head came around Martin and Glenda's trailer and came to the patio carrying a cup of coffee. She sat down and put her feet on the edge of the chair so her knees were framing her face. The giant T-shirt had slipped down to her waist and I was staring at a red fur lined pussy.

"Like that thing?" Shawna asked.

"What's not to like," I stared. "How did you know I was out here?"

"I was having coffee with Glenda and saw you come out. Glenda said you had come from across the street a few minutes ago, so I thought I would say good morning."

"Well good morning sunshine. Ready for the big adventure at Busch Gardens?"

Shawna smiled, reaching down to scratch her light red fuzzies. "It's going to be fun. Charlie and I love to go there."

Watching Shawna's antics and teasing had me growing so I squirmed trying to re-arrange the growth.

"Come inside and get me another cup of coffee," Shawna said standing up letting the T-shirt drop and going into the trailer.

I followed her in as she set her cup on the counter and turned to me sagging to her knees then reaching for the buttons on my shorts that instantly fell to the floor.

"Oh my, did I make that thing get all long and fat?" She asked licking her lips.

Shawna sucked me into her mouth with my dick passing into her throat as it grew. She forced her throat onto me a couple of more times then pulled me out of her mouth and grinned at me while standing.

She turned around and flipped up the back of her T-shirt saying, "You tasted like you already had some this morning so you should be able to last long enough to give me a couple of good ones."

I placed the head of dick at her pussy and she pushed back, again capturing a quick six inches. Then she kept forcing herself back onto me till she groaned, "Now fuck me. Really pound me. Do it hard."

I started thrusting into her as she was crashing back into me moaning, "Harder, harder, shove it in there."

Our tempo was so hot and fast this wasn't going to last. It didn't, when her insides clamped on me while she was groaning with my dish towel stuffed in her mouth, I pumped a fresh supply of juice into her till it actually started squirting out from the side of my dick.

We stood there a minute with me buried to hilt in her, slowly softening. Shawna pulled free then slid to her knees turned and sucked me completely into her mouth mumbling, "Damn that's good, so very very good."

Shawna took my hand and pulled herself up standing. She gave me a hug and kiss then said, "How about that coffee now?"

I poured us both some hot coffee and took it outside where she was already perched in her chair like she had been before teasing me. Her pussy was gaping and my stuff was drooling out of her. While she drank her coffee, she would reach down and get a finger full then suck it off. She was a tease.

"Thanks for the coffee Stevie, I'm going to go wake up the stump. I need some of his trunk up me now to finish the job."

Shawna smiled and got up. She looked down at the little splash that had leaked out of her then walked back across the yard twitching her butt.

Ten seconds after Shawna disappeared, Glenda came over carrying her cup and asked, "Did you take that little slut inside and fuck her?"

"Glenda," I exclaimed acting really surprised at her accusation, "what are you thinking."

"Well you were in there long enough. I think I could see you standing behind her doing her. Your patio puts too much shade on the door and I couldn't tell. And besides she looked like she was walking funny when she went home."

"Glenda, you're spying on me," I said with exasperation in my voice. "If I decide to do her, I'll just bang her out here on the patio, would that be better? Besides, she said she was going to go wake up Charlie to enjoy his tree trunk."

"Well, I still think you juiced her up so Charlie will go in easier," Glenda huffed sitting down in the same chair Shawna had been sitting in.

As Glenda moved her feet, her slipper moved across the slick spot from Shawna's drips. Glenda looked down at the spot then reached down and touched it. She brought her fingers up and rubbed them together then sniffed.

"Why you nasty little fucker. You did do her this morning then she came out here and dripped on this very chair. You are so bad to tell me a story."

"I didn't tell you any story and I haven't confirmed what you think. You are the one that was spying and the one who really hasn't seen anything."

"No difference," Glenda puffed again, "I should make you take me inside for more coffee so you can re-arrange my insides.

"If I do that, you going to go give Martin sloppy seconds?"

"I guess I better give Martin some snuggly firsts. You've just got me all worked up thinking about you doing that stuff. Don't bring up Martin when I want to stray. It just makes me have to be good."

"You are good, Glenda," I smiled. "And I'm glad. I don't think I could handle a woman like you."

"Oh you," Glenda sighed.

"I have to get cleaned up for our trip today. Go home and play with Martin. He'll love it."

She left so I went inside and showered. I washed my hair with some good shampoo and also used some conditioner on it. When it dried and I brushed it out, making my hair look a hell of lot nicer. Looking at my beard, I thought I might be ready for it to be a little shorter. Perhaps I wanted to be civilized again.

At nine forty five, four kids came out of the house and ran across the lane hollering, "Come on Steve, we're ready to go."

I told them that we had to wait for Charlie and Shawna so with J.J. leading, the four took off across the yard heading that way. A couple of minutes later they came back leading the red head and her giant hubby.

Kathy had a full size Chevy conversion van with lots of seats. We were one seat short so Shawna sat on Charlie's lap so all the kids could have seat belts. I sat up front with Kathy while she drove. Twenty minutes later we were parking in the lot at Busch Gardens. We rode over to the park on a tram then went to the window to pay.

I noticed a sign at the gate that announced a special price for a season pass that included Sea World and the water park across the street. I told everyone to wait a second then went to the desk to ask. The deal was too good to pass up. I paid for four kids and four adults with my credit card then hollered for everyone to come over to get their pictures taken before we went in.

None of them believed I did that. When we came out of the I.D. place with our individual cards, Shawna was jumping up and down more than the kids yelling, "Charlie, Charlie, we can come anytime we want for a whole year. Isn't this great."

"Actually Shawna, you and Charlie can come here, Adventure Island, or Sea World anytime you want for the next three years," I said smiling.

"Oh man, you can't do that," Charlie said. "That's too much."

"Not really Charlie, if we come back one and a half more times, we're even with what the regular admission is. Plus, Charlie, you got me paid some money plus Dell's going to be giving a chunk when I do his frame. I gotta show you how much I appreciate it."

Kathy had tears in her eyes while her kids were all staring at the cards. Shawna came up to me and said, "I'll show how much I appreciate it any time you want."

"Hush, Shawna," Charlie whispered loudly. "There are kids here. Besides you were up early showing him your appreciation."

Kathy looked at me and raised her eyebrow. Shawna caught it and said to Kathy, "And I wasn't first, was I."

Kathy blushed as I said, "Come on let's go in, enough jabbering. Where do we go first?"

The rest of the day was trying to stay up with the kids, as they wanted to run from one attraction to the next, then on to another ride. We ate lunch at the hospitality house and enjoyed free beer while we had pizza that Charlie insisted on paying for. The afternoon was equally wearing until it looked like the four kids were going to fall asleep on their feet. We rode back to the Van and drove home stopping on the way for a Macdonald's supper.

After eating, Kathy told the kids to take their baths and get ready for bed as she said she didn't want to have to undress them before putting them under the covers.

Charlie and Shawna left, thanking me again for the passes. When I started to leave Kathy came up and hugged me saying, why don't you stay? I don't think the kids will stay up late and I'd like to visit with you a while yet.

You can't beat that invitation so I watched TV with the kids for about fifteen minutes. J.J. said he was tired and went to bed. Ben said he was done. Carl and Barb were asleep next to me on the couch so I carried them both to bed.

When I came out of Barbara's room, Kathy was standing in her bedroom doorway in a pose with one leg cocked and her arms up the doorframe giving me a "come here" look. What caught your eye was she was nude.

I was drawn toward her as if she were a magnet. When I got to the door, she wrapped herself around me and whispered in my ear, "Take me to bed. Make love to me."

I did both.

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Chapter 8



Day Eight - Monday

Waking up with Kathy is a dream come true. Once again she was sliding gently up and down my cock. This time I was on my back and she was sitting astride me slowly going up and down with her head back, her mouth open, breathing slowly. Her pussy was getting tighter and tighter until she doubled over putting her hand on either side of my head, panting, looking into my eyes.

"Finish me, get on top and finish me," Kathy demanded.

I rolled us over then with Kathy's feet on my butt I pounded her while holding my mouth to hers until my juice shooter was dry.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us kissing each other's face until I lifted my weight off her while still connected intimately.

"Whew!" Kathy exclaimed, "What a way to wake up." She wrapped her arms and legs around me and rolled us sideways. "You want seconds since your little red headed buddy won't be by this morning. She has to go to work."

I laughed, "You're not jealous are you?"

"No, just envious that she got some more and I didn't."

"I think you beat her after last night, don't you think?"

Kathy hugged me tightly, "You're amazing. There's no way we're meant for long term but you understand me so well and you get along with everyone."

"Should I hurry and leave? What about the kids."

"You don't have to leave but I do have to get them up," Kathy lamented. "I have to get them ready to go back to school. Spring break is over and they will have to catch the bus in a little over an hour."

"Let me get out here then. I have several little jobs to do today. I'll see you later, okay?"

We kissed and I dressed and slipped out of the house. At my place, I made coffee and breakfast. I would have rather eaten outside but I didn't have a table. I would have to look for some nice patio furniture with a table. The patio was big enough, about fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long, big enough for lots of outside stuff.

I went next door and asked Glenda if I could borrow her Yellow Pages. I looked up the addresses for a couple of welding supply shops. I figured that I could probably get a good hood and some goggles there. I didn't like using old hoods as it was tough to see well. I also wanted a better pair of gloves. Ones with real high gauntlets plus I wanted a big leather apron like I used on the platforms. My new jeans already had burn spots on them where sparks had landed and burnt through so I needed some coveralls too.

Driving to the supply house was interesting as I gawked at everything along the way plus I saw an outdoor furniture store that looked interesting. At the welding supply house I found the items I wanted and put them on my credit card. I still had a lot of cash on me but I wasn't sure when I would be able to replenish it. I could write a check but I'd rather write one check for all my different purchases.

The guys at the supply house were helpful. They gave me leads on where to buy blanks and other materials.

While there I looked at their bulletin board. There were several fliers for hiring welders. One even for the company I was working for. One flier caught my eye. It was for an auction of a company that had a lot of equipment. The auction started this afternoon. I pulled the flier down and went out to my truck.

I drove around till I found the place where the auction was going to be held. There were already several cars and pickups there with people milling around looking at the equipment that was going to be for sale. I parked and joined the lookers.

There was a lot of newer, very nice equipment that was going to be for sale today. I watched the other folks who were looking at stuff to see none of them even pausing at the welding equipment. This could be good for what I thought I might want.

At the auctioneer's table I registered and gave them my credit card so they could check the balance I could spend. It was really high because of my savings and what I had been paid. I took my number and walked across the street to have lunch at a little Spanish lunch wagon. I had my favorite of yellow rice, black beans and pulled pork.

At one o'clock the auctioneer started off with office equipment and furniture. Next he went into the shop and began selling the big drills, brakes, lathes and other tool and die equipment. When he finished with that, he passed the corner where all the welding equipment was and went outside where there was a ton of raw material in blanks and such. While he was selling this stuff, one of his workers was bringing out tools from the tool room so he would sell off some stock, then sell a selection of tools.

He sold all that stuff then a couple of beat up pickups and a couple of cars. By this time there were only a few people left. We went back into the shop where he finished selling off most of the stuff from the tool room. More people left.

Finally, he set up by the welding equipment and started selling off the old junk. The few people who were there were paying what I thought was way too much for the old stuff so I thought I might be out of luck to get any good deals on what I liked.

He finally put up an item I wanted. The machine would be worth somewhere around three hundred. I let some guy in a fancy shirt and slacks make a bid of fifty bucks and listened while the auctioneer was trying to get the price up by another hundred dollars. He kept on till he was down to asking for another twenty-five when I raised my card and hollered, "And ten."

The guy in the slacks shrugged his shoulder and waved his hand like he didn't want any part of it. The auctioneer kept on till he finally pointed at me and said, "Sold for sixty dollars."

He sold some more old equipment till he came to what looked like a brand new or at least nearly new gas kit on wheels, complete with wire feed and all the toys. This was probably worth seven or eight hundred. The new price had to be about fifteen hundred.

The slacks guy bid a hundred. The auctioneer begged for more for a while until I finally raised my card and bid one twenty-five. The auctioneer immediately went for two and the slacks guy raised his card. Back pointing at me, the auctioneer was trying to get me to go three. I finally said, "and a quarter."

We went back and forth till the slacks guy finally was getting with the program and bidding twenty-five at a time. When I bid five hundred after a long beg from the auctioneer, the slacks guy stared at me long and hard. He turned his back and walked to the door. What a deal to buy this for five hundred bucks.

The last piece of equipment I was interested in was a new tig machine. When no one bid on it, I offered fifty. Amazingly what I had figured I would pay about five hundred for went for fifty.

The helper had brought a stack of supplies from the supply room. All kinds of rods, wire, hoods, goggles, different size wands. There was probably two or three grand worth of goodies included. That got me excited. When no one bid after working down from a thousand, the auctioneer pointed at me and just paused. I shrugged my shoulders then said, "hundred." He didn't even wait. He just said sold.

"Finally," the auctioneer said, "we have something that didn't get sold earlier. The bankruptcy court said it should be worth more but after watching what just happened in this last hour, the man said to sell it."

The helper ran outside and drove in a one ton dual-wheel diesel truck with a custom box tool bed. On the truck was what looked like every kind of welding apparatus known to man.

I poked around and looked into the bins at all the supplies. There were hardly any scratches in the bed. There were chains and rope plus the back pulled out on rollers for a welding table with clamps and vices mounted on it. There were only eleven hundred miles on the thing.

I had no idea how much something like this would be worth, probably over thirty or forty thousand, maybe even more.

The auctioneer started waving around a handful of papers. "I have here the receipts for the truck, and the custom bed. This package was purchased new just one month ago for eighty-three thousand dollars. Now I know the bed isn't worth a lot to many of you but the truck has to be worth at least twenty-five. Now you can bid a fair price and get the whole rig."

I liked that term, "Rig."

The slacks guy had come back and immediately bid ten grand. Another guy with white shoes that must have just shown up bid eleven. Those two got the truck up to fourteen before Mr. White Shoes lost interest. Slacks was standing at fourteen while the auctioneer was asking for everything from fifteen to twenty-five. I finally raised my hand and said fourteen and a half. Slacks looked at me and actually looked sick. He said fifteen and a little later I said and a half. At seventeen thousand, the slacks guy looked green, turned around and walked out the door. No one else wanted to bid as the auctioneer kept trying to get more. He looked over at a guy in a suit. The suit nodded grimly and auctioneer pointed at me, "Sold to the long hared gentleman who knows a real bargain."

Shit, now I had more junk than I could put in the pickup plus I had to get the truck out of here.

The auctioneer told me to back my truck up to the door and his helpers would load me up while he processed my purchases. The pickup was full and then the big truck was full. I asked the auctioneer how long they were going to be there and he said till about eight. It was almost three thirty so I needed to find a storage place pretty quick.

I was talking to one of the helpers and asked him if he knew the area. He said he did. I asked about storage buildings between here and up by where the park was. He told me about one that was less than a mile from the park. I told him that I would drive up and dump off every thing then come back for the rest.

He went over to the auctioneer and spoke with him then came back, "I'm done here, if you want, my buddy and I can lead you up to the storage place and help you unload. When we're done, you bring us back then we'll load up anything else there is and you can pay us off then."

That was a good deal so we took off. I rented a garage type storage area plus a nearby space to park the big truck. We unloaded both trucks and when we parked the big truck, the one helper got in a bin and pulled out this huge tarp and pulled it over the truck. It was a custom cover for the whole rig.

We drove back to the shop and loaded up the last of what I had purchased including the really nice gas cart. The auctioneer and the lawyer type guy were going over stuff. Another guy who must have been the landlord for the building was bitching about several items that were still there along with an old huge flatbed truck outside. The lawyer type was shaking his head. The auctioneer waved at me and said, "Tell you what, you clean out this place and sweep it with those brooms over there, you can have anything else that's here plus that old truck outside. Want it all?"

"Hang on," I said and went out to catch the two helpers.

I told them I would pay them to help me move the rest of the stuff and sweep out the joint plus an extra hundred each. They didn't even hesitate but were right back inside hauling stuff out. I took a minute and got a receipt and title for the old truck.

We backed the big truck into the building and found some stake sides for it leaning against the walls. There was a bunch of older welding equipment plus a ton of small hand tools and some small motors of various types. It took a winch to get two big gas mobile generators up on the truck but we got 'em up there. We swept out the building and were done to everyone's satisfaction. I had the two guys pull their car out of the gate then I drove my pickup while one of them drove the big truck.

At the storage building, I decided to rent another garage next to the one I had and we unloaded everything we had. The storage place had a forklift so we were able to get the generators off the truck. It all fit in the garages with some room to get around. When the guys wanted to know where I wanted to park the big truck I asked them the magic question, "What do want, another two hundred dollars apiece or would you rather have that truck?"

They looked at each other and smiled, then one of them asked, "You're kidding right?"

"Nope, I'm not. I'll give it to you guys jointly or I'll give it to one of you for two hundred and whoever I give it to can pay the other guy his two bills."

"They looked at each other again and said, "Tell you what. I can use the truck real bad so just sign it over to me and I'll give my brother here the difference."

I can do that so I just handed him the title and we shook hands. They were getting ready to leave when the one who talked the most and was taking the truck said, "You gonna use that new truck to come over and weld those frames for Hap?"

When I gaped at him he smiled, "You're the one who came out Saturday night. I saw you with Jake's ole' lady. Too bad about Jake, did you know him?"

"No, I didn't and that's my loss," I said. "Kathy and I are just real good friends. We seem to enjoy each other's company."

"Well you're hanging out with another good guy. That would be Charlie. If you keep company like that, you're all right. I got to get this guy back to the palace cause he's a prospect. He has duty tonight so we have to get going. Thanks for the deal on the truck. I'll be seeing you soon."

"Tell you what," I said. "Hap was going to make a deal with Pop to use his stuff so tell Hap that I bought some equipment and will drop by to fix what he needs. The only thing that would be nice would be some shade when I do the work."

"No problem," he said. "We have some of those tents with no sides just for what you're gonna do. Besides you have a fourteen by fourteen shade cover in the big truck."

They guys left so I took another quickie inventory of all the stuff I had and tried to figure out how I was going to sell off most of it. I figured I could put some fliers in the welding supply shop and I could get Abe to help me go over the small motors and the big mobile generators.

Wow! I spent over twenty grand today. I was going to have to check on my checking and savings to see if I could cover the credit card bill without dipping into my Fidelity fund. I had no idea how much was in my savings. I thought I had only about seventeen in the checking but I had planned on using that for the vacation. That was supposed to last me at the rate of five hundred a month. I guess I'll just need to charge more for the work I did.

Back home I unloaded my new gas cart and my new hood, smocks, and gloves. I also unloaded the two machinist tool chests full of hand tools and sockets. Everything fit in the storage shed for the evening.

After a shower and clean clothes I went out onto the patio with a cold one. Martin came over and joined me followed soon after by Glenda. We heard a roar then both Charlie and Shawna came. I was passing out beer and then I began telling them about my day.

I didn't tell them everything, just about some of the newer equipment I was able to almost steal. Charlie was excited as he said I would be able to make a ton doing specialized stuff. He and Shawna both promised to get me all the business I could handle.

I said that I was starved and thought I might ride into town to find someplace to eat, maybe seafood. Charlie said let's go to Shells. It was great food and is perfect for what we were wearing. Martin and Glenda said they were going too. I thought for a second then went across the street to ask Kathy. She and the kids had not eaten yet and said they would come to if I was buying. Charlie and I rode, while Martin and Glenda rode with Kathy and the kids.

Shells was neat. They had large picnic tables that everyone ate at. The food was served in giant bowls so everyone was going to get enough to eat, even Charlie. The kids each split an order. I had some kind of pasta with shrimp that was delicious. We all had a couple of beers then sat back to relax.

Glenda offered to drive the kids back and put them to bed if Kathy and I wanted to go out. I told them that they could drive the kids back if Kathy wanted to ride with me but that I was not going out tonight. I was done. Charlie agreed and said he had been partying enough lately.

Little Barb was whispering in her Mom's ear then they turned to me and Kathy asked, "Barbara wants to ride back home on your motorcycle. Would you feel comfortable doing that?"

"Sure if it's okay with you. The only helmet I have is that extra half shell pea pod."

"That'll work. If you were to get hit, it would help a little anyway," Kathy said.

Charlie announced that Shawna was riding back in the van too as J.J. was going to ride with him.

Charlie and I were cautious getting out on Dale Mabry with the kids on the back but we were able to take Bearss Ave across to Florida then open it up a little before we got to the park. We noisily rode into the park for the benefit of the kids then shut down at our houses. Kathy got there with the van then had all the kids go inside. She asked me if I was coming over later. Her request was kind of weak, kind of obligatory so I said I needed a full nights sleep as I had a big day tomorrow.

Kathy gave me a big hug and kiss saying, "You always seem to know exactly how I'm feeling. I think my monthly monthlies are here and I'm not feeling all that perfect. Thanks Steve for being the way you are."

I told her that our sleeping together had nothing to do with sex if that's what we wanted and to never feel bad about it either way.

Martin and Glenda shared a last beer with me on the patio before I went in and watched my TV for the first time. I fell asleep on the couch with the TV on.

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Chapter 9

Day Nine - Tuesday

I woke up about six with the TV playing an exercise program featuring a skimpily dressed babe and a slick looking guy with an eight pack, far past just the standard six pack abs. The only thing those programs were good for was to drool over the workout chick and remind yourself that you probably ought to workout yourself.

Thinking about it, I should probably get some tennis shoes and run or something. I could walk down to the pool and swim some laps. That would be good exercise.

I put on my swimsuit and walked down to the swimming pool. There were two older ladies swimming slowly back and forth getting their morning's exercise too. I stepped into the pool on the opposite side they were on and pushed off swimming at a leisurely pace then on the return trip picking up speed. On each turn I sped up a little until I was swimming as hard as I could. Becoming winded, I started slowing down till I was swimming back at about the same speed I started.

As I stood up and sat on the edge, a short gray haired older lady turned to her companion, "Be still my heart. Helen, I think our wish just swam into our lives."

I glanced over at the grinning ladies, "You two ladies be good. Your husbands will be out here holding me under if they think I'm making a play for either of you two fine looking ladies."

One of the ladies glided over to me in the water to stand right in front of me, "We are both single and ready for a treat like you. Think you can handle a couple of horny old ladies?"

I was blushing bright red when the other lady swam over and joined in, "Gretchen don't be teasin' this guy or making promises your dried up ole' crotch can't fulfill."

"He looks like he could fill me right to the brim Helen," the first lady bantered.

"Ask nice and offer him a C-note and maybe he'll haul your ashes for you, you nasty ole' lady."

"Ladies, ladies I'm just a new guy around here trying to work off a few calories and some extra beer from this past week. You two look like you're in pretty good shape, so maybe we can be workout buddies," I smiled with open arms.

"You the guy been sparkin' Kathy? You the one that took out the slime ball Jeff?" Helen asked.

"Kathy and I have gone out and Sunday we went to Busch Gardens with her kids."

"We know that," Gretchen commented. "You went with Charlie and his wild red headed wife."

"No secrets around here, huh?" I asked.

"Not when it has to do with a new young stud moving in," Helen smiled.

Gretchen asked, "You here permanent or what?"

"I'm on vacation, a long vacation," I said remembering about buying twenty grand worth of work tools yesterday.

"So what do you do that makes you want to have a long vacation?" Helen asked.

"Until last week, I was working on oil pumping and drilling platforms off the coast of Belize. I've been working hard for the oil companies, seventy to eighty hours a week for almost four years. I needed a break and I ended up here to enjoy myself."

"I have a cousin that works on the Alaska pipeline and he complains that you don't make much money up there. At least not enough to have some decent meals and go to the tavern after he sends six or seven hundred a week home," Gretchen was saying.

"I didn't go to town up there very often while I was up there. I was there to make and save money. I really can't tell you much about it."

"You were probably smarter than Gene is, I know him well," Gretchen darkened. "He drinks too much and chases wild women all the time. He just uses the excuse of being up there to get away with his mischief."

I got out of the pool drying off with the towel I brought.

"Want to use the hot tub, stud?" Helen asked. "It was probably you and Kathy in there the other night making all those groaning noises."

"You might have heard another couple that was getting into the tub when we left. Can you believe it, they just stripped down right in front of us and got into the tub?"

"Helen, we gotta start coming to the hot tub late at night. We might get some action while some lady ain't lookin'."

"See you girls later. I'm going to try to exercise every morning, so if you want to play with me, be here," I smiled and waved as I left.

The coffee was barely done and the bacon was just about done when Glenda and Alice banged on the screen door.

They came in and sat at the table. They were both grinning at me so I got them each a cup of coffee, "Either of you need cream or sugar?"

Alice spoke for both of them, "No Steve, we're fine."

"So what do I owe the pleasure of this morning's visit to?" I asked.

"We just wanted to say hi to you this morning, that's all," Glenda sighed.

"What else?" I asked knowing there was more.

"Abe wants to take you into town to buy a gun," Alice was saying and looking a little embarrassed. "He says that Jeff guy won't be in jail that long and Jeff has a passel of kin that is as warped as he is. I don't know what you think about guns, but it might be a good idea to get one and learn how to use it."

"I was in Desert Storm Alice, I know what a gun is and was trained how to use many of them," I said thinking that I really didn't have a lot of combat experience.

"Well Abe is coming over here soon and wants to take you into town. Do you have enough money to buy a pistol or do we need to loan you some money?" Alice asked getting up to leave.

"Martin and I could help you too, Steve," Glenda said as she went out the door.

"I'm fine ladies," I said. "Tell Abe I'm ready now as I have some jobs I need to do today."

Ten minutes later Abe came to the door while I was washing my dishes. He sipped some coffee while I finished, telling me exactly what the two ladies had been talking about.

Abe and I left in his truck going to a little gun shop out on Busch Boulevard. Abe had the storeowner show me several guns. I liked a couple of them so I made a deal on a Smith and Wesson 9mm and a used 380 PPK. I had always wanted a PPK but couldn't afford it. This time I could. I made the deal with three extra high capacity magazines and four boxes of ammo each after using most of a box with each pistol on the short range the shop had in the rear. I impressed myself, I could still shoot what I aimed at.

Abe made me fill out the application for a carry permit. He said that for ex-military guys, approval was automatic unless I had been in trouble. The guy said I should have the receipt to get my picture taken in less than two weeks.

Eight hundred dollars later, Abe and I were home where I stashed my new hardware. Abe looked over the gas cart in the shed while I brought the bike out saying I was going to go to the storage building to sort some stuff out.

I rode to the storage building and pulled the cover off the big truck. I checked over all the equipment and supplies on the truck then cranked it up and drove it to DMV office. Before going in, I went to the insurance office next door and obtained six months of insurance on the truck.

After getting the truck registered and the new plates on it, I drove over to the biker's house. The gate guard was bug eyed when I showed up wearing a 'support' T-shirt asking to speak to Hap.

Hap came out and re-directed me to another gate on the other side of the house where there were two deep empty lots fenced in making the place like a little compound. They had a metal building that may have housed a shop plus another building they called a bunk house and recreation area. There was a large outdoor cooking area that had a huge pot on it cooking something that smelled like chili.

I told Hap that I had just made the deal on the truck so he was going to be my first customer. He had a couple of prospects help me set up my big shade tent next to the rear of the truck. I pulled out the table with the vices and clamps that was the entire width of the truck and almost eight feet sliding straight out to stand with the help of some fold down legs.

Hap had club prospects bring out one bike at a time. With the help of some other guys, we lifted each bike up on the big table where I washed off the area I was going to weld shielding the rest of the bike with large pieces of heavy aluminum foil.

Three hours later I was done and accepted a beer from a smiling Hap while I was cleaning up and putting everything away. While we ate a lunch of sandwiches and chili, he complimented me on my work then handed me five hundred dollars. I smiled at him and pocketed the money knowing that if Hap offered it, I should take it, no questions asked.

"Steve, you would be good for our chapter, our club," Hap began. "I'm not going to pressure you but I want you to know, you're welcome here, anytime. That means anytime night or day. We've taken your picture and put it on our pride board so the gate guy will always know who you are. One thing though, you better treat Kathy and the kids right or we will have to have a discussion."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I said with a gentle smile on my face. "I'm kinda partial to her and those kids myself. We may not ever be anything more than really good friends, but I'll definitely watch out for them."

"You already did," Hap smiled. "We heard what you did with that asshole that had been nosing around Kathy. You did good. We owe you. You did our job. It's our responsibility to protect a brother's family. That's why I said you would make a good person to be with us. Listen here, you need a phone or someway to get hold of you. Get one."

Hap said something to one of the prospects then turned back to me, "We checked you out a little and found out you're ex-military and were hurt in Desert Storm."

I nodded.

Hap continued, "I want you to go to the place on this card and get your carry permit for a piece. You might need it considering that guy and his crazy family."

The prospect came up to Hap with something in a towel.

Hap flipped the towel up and held out a giant pistol to me. "This is a .44 magnum that should be about right for a guy like you. You need to go learn to shoot it and keep it ready in case those guys show. Take this thing, it's clean and legal. Go learn to use it and get that permit."

"Hap," I began "I already applied earlier this morning and I bought a piece too. According to the gun store guy I should hear next week."

"You're all right Steve. You have it together. Take this thing anyway. It's way too big for any of us to carry around. Besides, I don't think any of us want to learn how to shoot that monster, and get a phone," Hap grinned.

I thanked Hap for the new gun before pulling out of the yard with my monster diesel welding truck. I drove to the address Hap gave me for the application to see if it had a range.

The gun dealer was nice and did have a range. When I asked if I could shoot a .44 mag he said sure but I would have to police my own brass. He sold me two boxes of shells. I shot up a box learning how to hit a silhouette consistently at fifty feet. With a .44 magnum, all you have to do is hit a piece of a guy and he'll die of shock anyway.

I drove the big truck back to the storage lot and put it away before spending some time sorting through what I wanted to keep and what I wanted to get rid of. It took a couple of hours to separate most everything between the two garages so that I had what I wanted to keep in one and the stuff I was going to get rid of in the other. I still had not uncovered everything that had been unloaded but I made a list of the separated expendable equipment and materials then rode over to the welding supply house to see if I could post a flier.

The counter guy said it would be fine. Just print it up and bring it in. He wanted to see what I had so I showed him the list. Thank goodness I had hand re-written the whole thing so it was in some kind of order with the supplies for each type of welding equipment grouped with the main gear.

The guy whistled then asked, "You going out of business?"

"Naw, I made a deal on a large group of equipment and I'm selling off the extras, the stuff I don't need."

"We buy used stuff all the time. A lot of the little guys come in to buy it. The supplies are easy. We'll pay you whatever we normally pay wholesale and save freight if that's good for you?"

The guy picked up his phone and talked a minute and then said his boss would be right out.

A short stocky guy came and nodded to me taking my list and looking at it a minute, "This stuff in decent condition?"

"Yeah, it's all clean and looks like it has been taken care of. Some of it is pretty old. Still good, just older model stuff," I said hoping that getting rid of a storage building full of stuff would be easy.

"Where's it at?" he asked.

"I have it a storage building off north Florida."

"Let me get a warehouse guy and we'll follow you out there and take a look. We'll make a deal on what you have," the boss guy said and went to the back.

He came out with another guy in a shirt with his name and the company name on it. The boss guy called out, "Let's go."

I rode out to the storage building and parked in front of my second door. The guy must have felt like we were going to make a deal as he backed his truck right up to the door I was opening.

He still had the list in his hand and immediately started looking at each item. My list was in the order that I had the separated equipment stacked in. After about fifteen minutes, he took a pad and started writing down numbers.

"The equipment is old but is in real good condition. Some of this old stuff is better quality than the new ones you can buy today. Your supplies all look like I can put them into stock. He looked at his pad and back at me, "How about sixty-five hundred for all of it?"

I was glad I wasn't looking directly at him when he said that. I about shit a brick thinking about the number. I looked up at him and said, "You know, I don't even know your name. What is it?"

"Fred, Fred Conners, the counter guy said you are Steve Sharp and were in Monday buying some stuff. So will you take the sixty-five?"

"I guess I could take that," I said trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

The warehouse guy immediately started loading stuff into the big stake bed truck they had brought.

While we were loading the stuff up, Fred commented, "This stuff looks like some equipment that Simpson tool and Die used to have. They have a welding division that's about the best in the state. Since the old man died, the business hasn't done too well. His kid just doesn't know how to run a business."

"Simpson went bankrupt. This is where this stuff came from," I said being informative.

"No shit. When did they start selling the equipment?" Fred asked.

"They had an auction Monday and sold everything to the walls. The bankruptcy guy and auctioneer even paid me to sweep out the joint before I left."

"Damn, I missed that. I need to pay attention to what's going on," Fred said as he helped his guy lift an old wirefeed cart onto the truck.

When the separated equipment in that shed was almost all loaded, I opened the other door to show Fred the two big generators. Asking if he would be interested in them.

"Sure, if they run good. Have a mechanic look them over then let me know. We would have to bring a fork lift out here to load them up if the wheels and bearings aren't in good shape."

"I'll have a good mechanic check out both of them and let you know as soon as I can. I would like to empty this shed out a little more too. I only want to keep what I really need," I said thinking of Abe.

We finished loading the equipment. I took the broom that came from the auction and quickly swept the open area out hoping to turn it in so I would only have to pay for this first month.

"Follow us back to the store and I'll cut you a check. I think we both made a good deal," Fred said climbing into the truck.

Back at the supply house, Fred handed me a check then asked, "You know Simpson's just bought a custom truck and fitted it with some of the best equipment around. That was brand new when the old man died. It was his pride and joy. Wonder who got that?"

When I smiled, Fred exclaimed, "No shit, you bought that too?"

"I couldn't pass it up. The deal was too good," I said.

"Wow, anything under seventy-five would have been a good deal. I'll bet you could get eighty or ninety for it if you found the right buyer," Fred was gushing.

"Well right now I'm going to use it to make a buck. When I decide to go back to the oil companies, I'll make a deal with you."

Fred wanted my phone number but I said I didn't have one but would be getting one soon.

I wanted to get the check and the cash into the bank so I rode to the bank and made a deposit. Next door to the bank was a Verizon store. Verizon is the local telephone company. They used to be GTE but had changed their name. I think they changed it because of their cell phone division.

Trying to order a home phone became a project since I had just moved here. I had to put up a pretty big deposit for the line. Then I asked about a cell phone. You would have thought I was food to a hungry animal. Two sales people were all over me. I bought a small phone with a case, belt holder and charger. They said I couldn't have the same number on the cell phone and my home phone so they modified my home phone order to have call forwarding on it. That would work. I made them promise that my home phone would be installed Thursday between eight and noon.

My credit card was taking a beating, I would have to figure out everything and call them to give them my new address so I could pay the bill on time and not pay all that interest. The seven grand I had taken in today should help.

It was after five so I stopped at the store for another piece of meat on the way home. I parked the bike in the shed undecided whether I would go out again then took a quick shower to get the day's crud off.

I was getting the grill out of the shed when Shawna came over and asked if I could cook supper again. She said she had a bunch of ribs if I would cook them. Sounded like a good deal to me so I lit the grill to get it started.

Charlie drove up in his black pickup then backed up next to my truck, right to the patio. He got out and said, "Got a present for you. Now we can eat in style out here on your patio."

He opened his tail gate and pulled out some wrought iron patio chairs with pads then pulled a table off of the bed that had been upside down. It was a hell of a nice set. Thinking of how much that it must have cost I offered, "What do I owe you for this. I was going to get a set but had not gotten around to do it yet."

"Shit, we're not even close to even yet. You've done me a couple of huge favors and what you did with those heads is worth a ton. You made my life easier as an independent with Hap doing his needs already. This stuff came from down the street. A family is moving and I picked it up for a song. Your patio seems to be the new gathering place so we need some more chairs. I'll be right back, gotta get one more piece," Charlie said excitedly.

Charlie took off in his truck and returned in a couple of minutes, again backing up to the patio. He got out of truck saying, "Give me hand." In the bed was a huge glider couch. It was at least six foot wide and of really heavy construction.

We set it up against the side of the trailer looking out. Charlie looked at it and said, "I bet Martin and Glenda are in that thing right off. Let's move it out a little so it will glide back and forth farther."

There were two little plastic tables that Charlie took out of the truck and put on each end of the glider. They made perfect end tables.

I got us both beers then had to go back inside for another one for Shawna who was carrying a big box across the yard. Inside the box were the ribs plus a big bowl of cole slaw and another bowl of baked beans.

I put the ribs on the grill but did not put the lid on, as ribs need to cook slow. This was going to take at least a half-hour to forty-five minutes.

While we were sitting at the new table, Martin and Glenda came over to admire the new furniture. I got them each a beer then Charlie's prediction came true. The two of them were instantly on the glider sitting close to each other gliding back and forth. Charlie looked over at me and grinned.

All of a sudden, four kids were on the patio with Kathy following shortly after. The kids all grabbed a lawn chair while Kathy sat in the forth chair at the table. I got up to get Kathy another beer and another round for everyone else. When I apologized to the kids for not having anything for them to drink they said that was fine and that I might want to get them something from the ice cream truck that was coming. You could hear the music from the approaching truck.

I got up and the kids and I went to the road to flag down the colorful looking truck. Kathy was with me and told me they had already had supper so this would be dessert. They all got some kind of ice cream and a bag of juice to drink. Kathy told me to get two Fudgesicles for Martin and Glenda, she said she didn't want anything.

Glenda whooped when she saw the fudgesicle Kathy had for her, "Perfect, a new glider to sit with my ole' man, a beer, and my favorite, a fudgesickle."

Martin scoffed, "She's pretty easy to please."

Charlie asked, "When you gonna get a phone, Dell's about to have a fit since he hasn't seen you in a couple of days."

"Ordered it today. Should have it Thursday. I bought a cell phone too so I can be reached if I'm out working. Remind me and I'll get you the number," I said.

"I understand Abe took you out and got you some back up," Charlie said.

"Yep, we got that taken care of," I answered.

"Make sure you keep it ready and where you can get at it," Charlie warned. "You never know when you're gonna need it. Especially with Jeff's wacko kin on the loose."

Kathy was nodding her head with a worried look on her face.

"Something I should know Kathy?" I asked.

Kathy squirmed around in her seat and I noticed Martin and Glenda looking at each other.

"Earlier, one of his brothers was out here banging on your door, hollering for you to come out. When he started poking around trying to open your shed and checking your windows, Martin came out and told him he was going to call the cops," Kathy said with a frown.

I got up to turn the ribs and put some barbecue sauce on them. I looked at Martin to see if he was going to add anything.

"I don't know which one it was, but Kathy says it was a brother," Martin explained. "He was hollerin' pretty loud and making threats. Seems Jeff's bail is more than they can come up with, it's over two hundred thousand with the attempted murder charges. They charged him with attempted murder on you, the kids and Kathy. With the felony gun charge and his parole violation, he's lucky to even have a bail. Sure hope they don't get the money together."

Thinking about what they were saying I told Charlie to turn the meat in ten minutes and put more sauce on them. I said I would be right back.

I took the pickup down to the storage place and got into the truck for the .44 Hap had given me along with the box of shells I had for it. Now I wished I had picked up a rifle, an SKS or commercial M16 or even an AK. Civilian life can be dangerous. I promised myself that I would go to the gun shop and stock up with ammo and a rifle tomorrow.

When I got back to the house I took the big gun wrapped in a towel inside, loaded it, and set it on top of the fridge next to the door. I went back to the bedroom and dug out my two new toys and loaded up the clips then put the 380 on top of the nightstand and brought the 9 mil and put it with the .44 mag. That ought to be enough firepower if something comes up. The cops seem to be able to get here pretty fast so we all should be okay.

Outside, the ribs were just about done. Kathy and the kids went back home and Martin and Glenda said they were going over to Abe's to play cards. I went inside and got my cell phone number and gave it to Martin, "Tell Abe to give me a call tomorrow, I need his help on something."

Charlie, Shawna and I dug into the food. The ribs were done perfect. Enjoying an evening with friends is just about as good as it gets.

Charlie asked as we were working on an after dinner beer, "Hap give you a cannon?"

When I nodded he said, "Don't know where he gets them but he gives one of those things away to almost all of his main supporters. He gave me one a couple of years ago. I tried to fire it but couldn't hit anything with it. Do you think you can?"

"I took it to the gun shop and fired a box of shells through it. I hit the silhouette at fifty feet with the last fifteen rounds. I should be okay. If you want, we'll get a bunch of rounds and go practice. I'm sure there are some gun ranges around here."

"That would be cool," Charlie said. "No one has ever taught me how to shoot. I wasn't in the service like you were, so the only shooting I've ever done was with shotguns and some target practice with a pistol. So far I'm not very good with a handgun. Shawna's my protector. She's deadly with my revolver and my 9-millimeter. Her dad was military and taught her at an early age. She can't hold up the big .44, it's just too heavy. If it had a shorter barrel she could probably shoot it."

"Let's take it down to the gun shop and see if he can put a shorter barrel on it. That .44 has some great knock down power. All you have to do is nick someone and they are out of commission," I said.

Shawna was listening, being quiet for a little bit but added, "When I was a little girl, a couple of guys tried to rob us, my family. They had guns and had my mom and dad, my sister and two brothers at gunpoint demanding money. They thought dad had drugs. I was out of sight so I got my dad's 45 automatic from their bedroom and waited till one guy was out of the room looking for money and the other guy was looking at where the guy had gone. I shot him in the chest. Dad grabbed the gun that the guy dropped but I shot the other guy as he ran into the room. Dad shot him too but I think my round went into the guy's chest. Amazingly mom and the kids were not that scared. I guess they felt like dad would take care of them. I was shaking like a leaf."

She continued after taking a big drink of her beer, "They made me go to counseling for almost six months until they finally realized I wasn't upset for killing those two guys. As far as I was concerned, they threatened my family so they were enemies."

Shawna stretched and finished, "Dad wanted me to be a soldier but I'd rather be a sexy biker bitch riding behind Charlie."

"Damn, you are one tough biker babe," I commented.

"Not babe, bitch," laughed Shawna.

I went inside to pee and get another round of beer. As I was coming out the door, a pickup went by the house real slow with a couple of guys in the back truck bed. The cab looked full too. I asked Charlie if he knew who they were. He didn't.

I could see the truck coming back down the lane slowly. Something didn't seem right so I opened the trailer door, turned off the lights and reached up for the two guns. I brought them both out and handed the automatic to Shawna and told her and Charlie to get over behind their truck. I sat in the chair on the patio. It was dark and I was shaded from the street. I picked up my cell phone and dialed 911. I told the operator who I was and where I was then explained that there may be trouble. She said to call her back if something happened. "Damn," that wasn't what I wanted to hear.

The pickup was now past my drive and almost to Martin's giving them a view past the pickups in my drive to my patio.

I saw the muzzle flash and dove for the ground. I didn't hear the round hit but I rolled over to have a clear line of site to the truck. With the .44 pointed at the pickup, there were three muzzle flashes at once. This time I heard glass breaking behind me. I squeezed the trigger of the big gun and heard the impact of the round. I didn't hit anyone, just the truck. I squeezed off a second round hearing a scream.

Someone got out of the truck with a small machine pistol looking gun. He sprayed the patio but I had already rolled behind the shed. I heard Shawna's automatic crack three times quickly and looked around to see the guy with automatic piece on the ground. I shot at two guys that were in the back. I hit another then the second guy fell about the time I heard Shawna shoot again. The driver and the middle passenger got out of the truck with shotguns and started shooting blindly toward the trailer. They must have had bird shot as all I heard was small beebees hitting the trailer.

Shawna and I must have both aimed at the driver as he was lifted off his feet and thrown back by the impact of the rounds hitting him. The other guy with the shotgun threw it down and began climbing into the truck. Shawna and I shot at the same time again, this time hitting the guy in the back and head while he was only half in the truck.

We could hear sirens coming fast. Martin hollered out, "I think you got em all."

I knew I was down to one round so I cautiously came out from around the shed and motioned Shawna to stay down. I could hear groaning from someone in the truck. I stayed on the patio while the cop cars slid to a stop at the pickup in the street. The cops got out with guns drawn, looking in every direction. I put the .44 on the table and told Shawna to lay hers on the ground and to stand with her hands up so the cops would know we were not a threat.

One cop came over and had Charlie, Shawna and me lay on the ground with our hands over our heads while the other sheriff's deputy was checking the bodies around the pickup. The cop watching us, nudged me with his foot and asked, "Aren't you the guy that helped out the lady from across the street?"

"That's me," I said.

"Who're these two?"

"This is Charlie and Shawna, my neighbors who were eating dinner with me when those guys came. They were acting strange so I went in and got out some protection. A good thing too as they all had guns. I think there were six of them," I said still a little hyper from the adrenaline rush.

Another two sheriff's cars came accompanied by a couple of paramedic trucks. A guy with an air of authority walked up to the deputy watching us three on the ground, "You can let these three up. Martin Nelson, his neighbor told me what happened. It looks like almost all that crazy family has been eliminated. Where are the guns you guys used."

Shawna pointed to the automatic still lying on the ground and I pointed to the big .44 on the table.

"You three are lucky. Those are some of meanest guys around. They have rap sheets so long, it would take one of your trucks to haul them. Sure glad you were decent shots. The guy in the pickup isn't going to make it so you did six for six. Hope they don't have anymore relatives that are local."

The deputies took statements from us then gave me a receipt for the two guns, telling me that they would be returned after the coroner's inquest. Glenda and Martin had come over. Glenda gave Shawna a hug, then started straightening up around the patio, cleaning up the table from our supper. Martin swept up some glass then pulled out the rest of the glass from the window that had been shot out. He went inside and said it didn't look like anything else got hit inside.

Charlie said he had to pee. He said he almost pissed his pants when all the shooting was going on. Shawna said she needed to unload some beer too. A coroner's van came and they loaded up the five on the ground. The sixth guy was already on his way to the hospital in one of the paramedic wagons.

A paramedic came over to ask if any of us were hurt. We weren't but he offered us a sleeping pill if we wanted it so we could relax. Shawna and I didn't want one but Charlie said, "Gimme one, please."

Kathy came over quickly giving me a hug saying she was glad we were all okay and she was sorry she had caused so much trouble. I assured her it wasn't her fault and told her to get home with her kids.

Martin had put a board up on the window securing it with some screws. The cops were finishing up with their investigation and were ready to haul the bad guy's pickup off.

The deputy that recognized me came over, "You did the state a favor. Every one of those guns was stolen. Even the truck was stolen. Three of those guys have felony warrants out on them and the other three are on probation. You're not going to have any problems with this incident. The guy that's in jail is going up for at least twenty, he might even get life. When the time comes, I'll bring your guns back."

I thanked him and told him to come by off duty so I could stand him a beer.

Shawna gave me a hug then Charlie shook my hand and said they were going to bed. Martin and Glenda sat on the patio with me and had another beer before going home. I locked up everything and went inside. I sat on the couch and used the remote to turn on the TV.

"BZZT." Sparks flew out from behind the set.

I ran over and pulled the electric plug, then turned on the lamp next to the TV. I looked at the back of the TV to see a small hole where a bullet had gone into the chassis. I checked the wall and found the exit hole. Outside there was just a tiny hole next to a cross member that you had to look for to see. I wondered if my new tenant homeowner's insurance policy the property manager lady made me buy would cover this.

Oh well, bed sounded good so I got under the covers and was instantly sound asleep.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 10



Day Ten - Wednesday

I woke at six, starved for some reason. I made coffee then made a half-cup raw instant rice that would be close to a cup cooked. While that was setting the required five minutes, I started some bacon and while that was cooking, I chopped up a pile of green onions. I had a piece of left over steak that I cut into tiny pieces that I sprinkled some soy sauce and Worcestershire sauce over. When the bacon was done, the rice was ready so I dumped the onions into the frying pan with the rice on top. I liberally peppered the rice and onions.

I poured a cup of coffee and sipped some of it then flipped over the rice and onions to let it cook on the other side. I added the meat and sauce and stirred it all up. I sipped some more of my coffee then added about a half cup of fake eggs and stirred the concoction till the eggs were well mixed in and firm.

Dumping the whole pan onto a plate with a fork and refilling my coffee cup, I was going outside to enjoy my breakfast. I opened the door to go out to the patio and almost dropped the plate. There was a guy sitting in one of my lawn chairs. He was wearing slacks and casual shirt so he wasn't going to be related to the group from last night.

He looked up at me as I asked while coming through the screen door, "Who are you and what do you want?" I watched him closely making sure he didn't make any quick moves.

"My name is Steven Cap. I'm a newspaper reporter to see if I can get some insight on what happened here last night. Are you Steve Sharp?"

"How would you know a Steve Sharp?" I asked.

"The police report at the sheriff's office. Every news agency in town was covering a gang war with multiple shootings over in Town and Country and didn't find out about what happened out here till after all the police were gone. Are you Steve Sharp?"

"Tell you what. I'm going to eat my breakfast while it's hot. Let me get you some coffee so you can drink it and ask me questions while I eat. Keep the questions simple so I can eat okay. What do you want in your coffee?"

The reporter said black, so I got him a mug of my fresh coffee then came out with my plate and coffee and started eating.

He asked me a bunch of questions that were basically confirming what had been on the police report. I was almost done eating when my cell phone started ringing.

I went inside to answer, it was Charlie, "Hap wants you to call him, take down his number."

"Charlie, you gotta call him back and tell him that if he really needs to talk to me to call back. Right now I'm talking to a newspaper reporter out on the patio. Just tell him to call me and tell me whatever it is he needs. Tell him I'll just answer him with short answers that's all."

Back out on the patio I had shoveled the last of my breakfast into my mouth when my cell phone rang again. I had brought it out with me and wasn't surprised it was Hap that was calling. "Steve, I would prefer you didn't mention where you got the gun okay?"

"Got it," I said.

"Figured you wouldn't but I wanted to be sure," Hap said. "You're going to be popular for a day or two for popping six guys. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. You didn't even get a scratch."

"Yeah I know, but the assholes shot my TV," I complained. I heard Hap laughing really loud as he cut the connection.

"So who is this other person, this Shawna who helped you with these guys," the reporter asked.

"You know what," I said. "I can't tell you that unless she says it's okay. I'll be glad to answer your questions but only how they concern me."

"Would you describe what happened in your own words?" This time he took out a small recorder and set it on the table.

"You know, I'm comfortable giving out just so much information. Why don't you use what you have and write your story? I'll give you some background information on me then you should leave. I'm ex-military. I was injured in the Desert Storm and was released from service. I've been working for oil companies up in Alaska, Texas, Oklahoma and down in Belize. Right now I'm on vacation. Okay?"

"You going to give the TV guys more than what you gave me?" The reporter asked.

"Nope. Not if you want to stick around and intervene for me, which would be nice. That way you'd know you have an exclusive."

Before the guy could answer, Martin and Glenda came walking onto the patio and sat in the two unoccupied chairs at the table. I said good morning to each of them by name then went in and poured them cups of coffee. When I came back out to get my cup for a refill, I asked the reporter if he wanted more. He shook is head no then gathered his stuff and walked over to his car.

When I finished telling my neighbors what that was all about, Martin said I might want to check out inside the shed as he had heard several rounds hitting it the night before. I was telling him about the TV when I opened the shed door. Gas fumes came wafting out. There was a large puddle under the bike and the front tire was flat.

Martin helped me get the bike out of the garage then he went to his place and got a hose to wash off the floor in the shed. There were some tools on the floor along with a big hole in my tool chest.

We looked at the outside of the shed and counted eleven holes. Sure glad those guys couldn't shoot straight.

We heard Charlie's bike start up and leave. A minute later, Shawna came walking over wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. As soon as she sat, I told her that her name was Nancy if the reporter came over. I also told her not to volunteer how the fight happened until we talked to a lawyer.

She nodded and asked for coffee. I got her some and took the reporter's cup inside to put into the sink. This was going to be a coffee day so I made another pot.

Just as I was bringing "Nancy" her coffee, two vans pulled up behind Charlie's truck and mine. One was a channel eight TV truck and the other was a Verizon installation truck. The Verizon guy got to us first saying that he was going to work my order early as he was in the area and had already connected the line to the feed to my trailer.

He asked to go inside, tested a jack in the living room, in my messy bedroom and at the kitchen sink where there was still a phone hanging on the wall next to the counter. The installer told me the new telephone number giving me a little booklet then showed me how to forward the telephone line to my cell phone. I offered him a cup of coffee but he said he had a busy day ahead of him.

Just as he walked away, an overly enthusiastic young lady gushing into a microphone walked on to the patio stuck the microphone in my face and asked me what had happened the night before. A cameraman was recording all of this so I knew I had to be nice.

"Did you have a chance to read the police report? I think everything is there," I said.

You could visibly see her face cloud up. She was facing me with her back to the camera. She actually reached and unbuttoned another button of her already revealing blouse giving me a pouting look.

"It really would be better if you used the police report. You should probably find out the names of the people involved."

"It wasn't you that shot those men?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. All I said was that you should find out more before you come into the field. Now I'm going to go back and enjoy my morning coffee with my friends while you leave, okay?"

You could tell that she was used to getting her way. She gave me a big frown then stomped back to the van. The newspaper reporter walked up to me and stuck out his hand "Thanks, you did exactly what you said you were going to do. I'm going to use that in my story. It'll make great copy. Can you point to where the truck with the bad guys was?"

I pointed and he went over to investigate the spots on the old gray asphalt. He stopped there and looked back over to us on the patio, made a couple of notes then went to his car and drove off.

I asked Martin if he had a lawyer. I said Shawna and I should probably talk to one before we tell anyone else besides the sheriff what happened. Martin agreed then said that we couldn't go right away because Abe and Alice were coming over to look at the damage.

That reminded me so I went in to get the pamphlet and contract for my insurance. I used the kitchen wall phone to call the insurance company. I told them what had happened and asked if an adjuster could come out. We made an appointment for later in the morning.

When I came out, Kathy had joined the group. I went back inside and got her a cup of coffee but just brought the whole pot out to refill everyone. I took the empty pot back in and made another pot.

Kathy said the kids had almost been too excited to go to school when they saw the TV truck. I told Kathy about sending the little girl away without telling her anything.

Shawna said she was going to take their pickup home so I would have more room for all the cars that seemed to be appearing. She took it home then came right back to be met by Abe and Alice driving up.

Alice came over and gave me a hug then gave Shawna a big hug telling us both how happy she was we didn't get hurt. Abe walked up looking proud of himself, "I told you, you would need some protection. I didn't think it would be that soon, but I did tell you."

"You sure did Abe and I thank you from the bottom of my heart," I said sincerely.

"The news said that there were two of you shooting back at those guys. Who was the other guy, Charlie or you Martin?" Abe asked.

"Neither one. Charlie said he couldn't hit a door if he was next to it but told me before everything happened that Shawna had experience with a piece. I gave her the 9 mil and used my big .44 magnum."

Abe looked up, "Where'd you get that, from Charlie?"

"Same place Charlie got his. I went back to the gun dealer and bought some shells and shot up a box learning how to shoot it. Glad I did. Came in handy."

"Jesus, you hit someone with that thing? Was there anything left?" Abe asked.

"That fucker hit three of them by himself then we both hit the last two at the same time. That automatic shoots really straight. I should have knocked them all down by myself but got too excited to shoot straight. I used up all my rounds but Steve still had one left." Shawna exaggerated.

Abe exclaimed, "Damn, five for five? I wouldn't want go up against you that's for sure."

"For the record, I think Shawna got two on her own because the one hit I had was through the tailgate where the round took the guys leg off," I said trying to set them straight.

Martin finally said something, "I'm sure glad Steve and Shawna were here, I was scared shitless. I got my piece and Glenda and I hunkered down in the bathroom hoping a stray round wouldn't come in."

"Let me look at the damage here and we'll see what we can do," Abe said getting up.

While I pointed out what I had found so far, I told him about the adjuster coming and the TV pointing to tiny hole where probably a 9-millimeter round went through the wall. We looked for more holes outside then went in to show the hole by the TV and we finally found the hole in the opposite wall where the bullet that broke the window ended up.

Out at the shed, Abe whistled at all of the holes there. He looked inside and saw the big hole in my new toolbox and laughed, "Looks like you broke in your new tool box. Now it has some character. Anything else damaged?"

We sat back down and Abe said, "No big deal. It can all be fixed cheap. I brought a piece of glass over to fix the window; I'll use your tools in a minute and get it good as new.

"Wait for the adjuster, he might pay you," I said then added, "just like I'm going to pay you to look over and maybe fix a few motors. I have a big mobile compressor and two big mobile generators that I know nothing about. You might know how to start them at least."

"What kind are they?" Abe asked.

"All three are Onan. They look decent and I know Onan is a good brand. All the oil companies use them."

Abe looked at Alice and grinned. She grinned back and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

Alice spoke up, "Abe retired from Onan after working for them for thirty five years. He was the head mechanic almost that entire time."

"That's good news," I said looking at Abe. "Would you mind working on that big stuff? I could use your help."

"If we didn't have to wait for the adjuster, we would go now," Abe said.

We kept drinking coffee and making trips into the bathroom to unload. Someone had made my bed for me on one of their trips back there. I needed a keeper.

About eleven the adjuster showed up and spoke with me and Abe a few minutes. When I asked if I was covered he smiled and said that since it was not a national war, everything was covered. He made notes and a drawing of where all the holes were then went inside where I pointed out the two holes in the wall and the hole in the back of the TV.

He said the TV looked new. When I told him I had only watched it one night, he chuckled about being lucky to have insurance. He asked if I still had the receipt. I did and gave it to him.

Out at the shop he stopped and asked it the bike had been inside and I said yes as that's why the hose was where it was amd there was now a hole in the gas tank as well as in my brand new tire. I pointed out the big hole in my brand new toolbox too.

"I don't know whether the bike is covered or whether the tool box is covered but your policy includes contents so they might be. Let me take pictures of everything and when I get back to the office I'll find out. You still have the receipt for the tire?" He was looking at the hole in the gas tank when he said I was going to need a new oil tank and battery too.

Battery acid was dripping down onto the frame and the rear brake hydraulic line. I told him the battery was on the same receipt and if he wanted to find out the price of a tank, I could call the bike shop.

I was getting mad all over again. My bike was going to be screwed up for a while.

The adjuster figured for a little bit then asked how the check should be made out. I told him to make out a check to Abe for everything but the TV and to give me a check for the TV.

He wrote out the checks explaining that when we cashed them the company would consider the claim settled. I thanked him profusely for being so prompt then asked him who would be a good agent to see as I had some other business insurance to buy. We went to his car where he gave me a card saying for me to give his mom a call, "She's just about the best agent around. She'll take care of you.

Abe was happy and immediately started putting the window in. Martin told him to go look at those motors and he would fix the window. I gave Martin my extra key and said we probably wouldn't be too long. I told Abe to drive his truck as Shawna and I had to go somewhere else afterward.

At the storage building, Abe was ecstatic. We pushed the two big diesel generators and the big compressor outside. Abe checked them over a few minutes then lifted a hatch and cranked the diesel engine. Abe let that one run while he went over to the second one. He went through the same routine then started it right up too. The last thing to test was the compressor. When he attempted to start it, it wouldn't turn over. Abe felt like it was probably the battery but would find out later.

He shut the two big generators down and I showed him the other motors that had been given to me. He glowed saying he would enjoy fixing them up for me. All he needed was a bench and tools. I took Abe to the back of the shed and showed him the big tool chest I had. He looked at all the tools and the several special tools in the big drawers at the bottom of the roll around chest and just kept nodding and smiling.

I asked Abe, "How about going out and finding a bench that would work in here. These places are set up as workshop storage buildings so if we want, I still have the one next to this that we could use for a workshop. I'll bet we could find a lot of small motors for you to mess with if you wanted. If we need more tools, you can use some of yours or we'll just go buy them. What do you think?"

"I can do that. How about we use the other storage area for a shop and this one for storage? I'll bring a big fan down here so there is some circulation. It gets pretty hot here in the summer."

"Abe," I said shaking his hand, "you didn't even ask me how much I was going to pay you."

"Who cares, I should pay you for giving me something to do."

Alice added, "I should pay you too, for getting him from under foot."

"Here's two hundred. Buy a good bench and have them deliver it."

I went back to my pickup and found a set of extra keys and the lock I had taken off the other storage building and gave them to Abe, "Let's push the tool chest into the other side for you now in case you want to mess with anything. While you're buying stuff, get a hand truck to haul equipment back and forth."

We accomplished the task then locked up as Abe needed to take Alice back home before he could get started on his adventure. I gave him another hundred in case he needed it before we all left.

Shawna and I drove to the lawyer's office and were able to speak with him about the TV interviews. He said we might not want to be to vocal in case one of the other family members wanted to sue us. I had not thought of that and wondered whether the insurance company helped with that. I asked him about setting up a business and corporation. He said he could do that too and took down the information.

When he asked what I wanted to name the company, I was stumped. I almost said, "Wicked Wanda's Wonderful Welding" but thought better of it. That's what we used to call ourselves up in Alaska. There was a big babe who was a damn good welder up there. Her only problem was she couldn't hold her liquor or keep her panties on. She was always at the doctor getting a shot for something she picked up.

I told the lawyer we would work on it but in the interim to just name it Sharp Welding.

Shawna and I left and headed to the gun shop. I asked the gunsmith if he could replace the eight-inch barrel on a Colt .44 magnum and whether that would affect the gun very much. He said that was an easy conversion and that if someone could shoot it with an eight-inch barrel, they could shoot it with a four-inch. He said two or three inches would be too small.

Next I asked him for a rifle. Something like I had used in the service. He took down an AR-15 that looked used. It had a really expensive scope on it that was probably a hindrance for most uses. I told him it was a nice piece but I couldn't see ever needing a scope. If that thing had military sights, I'd take it. He brought down another AR-15, brand new and said he'd have it changed in a minute.

I asked him if he had another 9 mil like I had just bought and he brought one out. I told him I'd take that too. I asked for a box of shells and two shooting noise canceling earmuffs. Shawna and I went back to the range and were competing to see how many rounds we could each put into a head. We both put all our rounds in the head but her shots were grouped really tight.

When we went back into the shop, the AR was finished and the gunsmith was almost done putting the scope on the new rifle.

I was looking over the rifle when I noticed the auto selector had been removed indicating this was an ex military weapon. He saw me fingering the hole where the selector went and opened a drawer and handed me an envelope. I knew what was in there.

With a smile he asked me what else I needed. I asked for extra magazines for the AR and two boxes of shells and also to give me another two high capacity magazines for the automatic and three boxes of shells. As a last thought, I asked if he knew of any classes where a lady could learn how to shoot. He said if she was nice looking, to bring her by and that he would devote all the attention she needed to learn how to defend herself. He winked at Shawna and she stuck out her small chest.

I mentioned our competition we just had on the range and told him she was probably a better shot than he was. When I said that he answered cockily, "You mean she might be as good as that babe that shot up that bunch of heathens with that Steve guy?"

He suddenly looked stunned and looked at me. I just pointed at Shawna and he said, "Holy shit! That was you?"

Shawna just smiled and said, "A girl's got to do what girl's got to do."

"So who's all this stuff for?" he asked.

"The automatic is my gift to this lady for saving my ass. The AR is for the next time some asshole decides to use me for target practice. I don't miss with a rifle, ever. With something like this, I can take out six like those guys in about thirty seconds. Uncle Sam taught me well."

"I do need a couple of cleaning kits. Two for the automatics, one for the 380 you sold me, two for .44 mags and one for the AR."

He brought out a standard kit then added the required brushes for the pistol. Next he brought me a military kit for the AR saying, "You know how to use this."

When he figured everything up, it didn't seem like enough. I kind of looked at him funny until he said, "The AR's a gift. Enjoy it and hopefully you'll never need it. The rest is at your special discount. It's good to know someone and especially you, lady, that will shoot when they need to. That's why I'm in business, not for all those nambie pambies that want to brag to their buddies about their bad ass gun."

Shawna and I thanked him saying we would bring in her big pistol to get a new barrel. She even gave him a kiss on the cheek as we left carrying more protection.

On the way home, I finally asked Shawna why she wasn't working today. She said, "Charlie thought it might be good for me not to be around the shop in case my name came out in the news. So far yours is all anyone has heard and that there was another person shooting too and it was only speculated it might have been a female. I could be fine."

We stopped at the storage building to see if Abe had scored a bench. He was there, trying to wrestle a used commercial workbench off the back of his truck. He also had a used hand truck, a used bench grinder and a new multi-use vice. We got the bench off the truck while Abe told me he had gone to a place that he had seen that was going out of business. He said that used stuff worked as well and as good as new and he handed me back a hundred seventy bucks. He had made a good deal.

I told him I would go by Home Depot and pick up a couple of shop lights for better lighting. He was happy because he had not thought of it. Next I took him over to the big truck and pulled back the cover. He was impressed saying, "I guess you are in business now. I thought you were on vacation?"

"I was Abe. You know, shit happens. When I went to the welding shop to buy a good hood, gloves and a smock so I could do a job for Charlie's boss, I saw the flier for Simpson Welding bankruptcy auction. I couldn't pass up a couple of new pieces of equipment for the price it went for then the whole thing snowballed. Nobody was really bidding against me so I ended up being given a ton of equipment plus almost stealing the rest. The truck was such a bargain, I couldn't pass it up so I guess I've gone into business for my vacation. And now I'm going to be going into business with my landlord. What do you think about that?"

"I'm so excited I could wet my pants. I need something to do really bad. This will be fun cause I can just work when I want. By the way, I ordered some factory paint so we can make these units look like new. I also bought a battery with your money and the compressor started right up. All they need is some tuning, some new tires and paint and they will look like new. They will bring a fortune."

"Guess we better start looking for buyers for this stuff so we can get our money out of them," I said thinking that anything we got would be like pure profit. "Let's go home. It's been a big day and I don't know about you but I could use a beer."

"I already called Alice and told her I would be home soon. I told her to have everything off but the lights cause I was too excited to eat anything but her."

Shawna and I broke up listening to my sixty-year-old new business partner.

On the way home we went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of chicken breasts and a box of wings along with some veggies, hot sauce, more barbecue sauce, more charcoal and more beer, lots more beer. Good thing I had a pickup. We stopped at the bike shop to tell Charlie what was for supper. Shawna decided to stay there and ride back with Charlie saying that would be one way to make sure he came home early.

At home I started the charcoal right away then took a quick shower. While I was in the shower I heard someone at the door. I yelled I would be right there then had second thoughts about that, as the door was open. I stepped out of the shower leaving it running and went to the nightstand for my 380, jacked a round in it then peaked out the door. An ugly slob was in the living room coming down the hall looking down at the floor trying to be quiet. I would have just hit him but he had what looked like a Mac-10 in this hand. Instead of waiting for him to come in the bedroom I shot him in the knee. He screamed and went down dropping the Mac-10. I kicked the gun away then put the .380 against his temple.

"Move, crawl, drag yourself, do what ever you have to do but get out of my trailer, right now. If you don't hurry I'm going to just finish you right here and burn the fucking trailer down, now get."

He climbed up the wall to a standing position then sort of hopped through the living room until he got to the door. I told him to get out on the patio and sit on a chair until the cops got there. I could hear sirens already.

I was almost yelling, "You son-of-a-bitch, you've ruined my supper now. I'm hungry and you have really messed the evening up. I am really pissed. Maybe I'll just shoot you now."

Instead I backhanded him hard enough to knock him out of the chair. I bent down with the barrel of the gun in his eye and asked him, "How many more of you low life's are there. Am I going to have to kill all of you?"

I thought about it a second then hit him again, "Tell me, how many more are there."

He looked fearfully at me then mumbled he was the last one except Jeff but Jeff was in jail.

The same deputy from the previous night showed up followed by a couple more cars one occupied by the lead deputy from last night. When the deputy came up I dropped the clip and jacked the shell out of the chamber turned the gun around and handed it to him.

I explained that I had shot him in the hallway after hearing him at the door while I was taking a shower. I told the deputy there was a Mac-10 lying in the hallway that the guy had.

The lead deputy came up and said, "Why don't you go put some clothes on and come back out here."

He looked at the guy still laying on the ground, "Henry, I was looking for you before you could do something like this. You're lucky this guy didn't just put one between your eyes. Your brother and cousins know he can do it don't they. What a waste."

I only had on a towel that I had grabbed when I came out of the shower so I put on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and my flip-flops then went back out. The Mac-10 was gone.

Henry was giving them a tussle not wanting to be cuffed. A paramedic had just pulled up and that distracted a deputy for the second it took Henry to pull his hand free and grab for the deputy's Glock. I saw Henry's move and yelled as I kicked him as hard as I could in the head with the heel of my foot. We all froze. The sound of Henry's neck snapping was audible to everyone there. Henry lay on my patio with the deputy's gun in his hand.

A paramedic came running over to check Henry but knew before he got there that it was over. The lead deputy said for no one to touch anything till the coroner got there, as they needed proof and witnesses that Henry had tried to break loose and potentially kill a deputy.

I looked around and saw most of the neighborhood there gawking, even DeDe and Star. They all must have seen what I did. Kathy's kids were there with big eyes and I frowned at Kathy motioning for her to take her kids home. She did. About that time, Charlie and Shawna came home and they both ran over to find out what had happened. Martin told them the story.

When I kicked Henry, I tore the skin between my toes where my flip-flop fit. The paramedic put some salve on it and told me to put more on every day until it healed. There wasn't anything else the medics could do so they packed up and left. About the time their van was pulling out, a TV news van was pulling in. I told the deputy that this was private property and that I wanted them gone. The deputy went and told the news people. You could hear them cussing from the patio. Several of the onlookers followed the news truck and I'm sure gave the news people everything they would need.

The lead deputy came up to me and asked. "You have an arsenal or what?"

I answered honestly, "That was my last pistol. Hope you get one of them back to me pretty soon. It's not safe around here without protection."

"Why didn't you just kill that guy inside instead of letting my deputy embarrass himself like that."

"I had some crazy thought that I was doing someone a favor somewhere not killing him. I figured he could learn to be a productive citizen."

"Not that one. That whole bunch was trouble. They were all crazy. You heard about Jeff didn't you?"

"What about Jeff," I asked.

"He tried to escape from the transport van and was killed when he jumped out of the van. A semi ran over him. A few more tax payer dollars saved."

I motioned for the lead guy saying, "Go take care of your man. He's got the shakes. It happens when you come close to being killed. The adrenaline messes up your stomach sometimes."

"You sound like you know the feeling," the lead guy said.

"It takes a couple of firefights before you get used to it. After that, you're just cold."

"You've been there, that's for sure." Leaving to check on the deputy who was behind the shed, barfing.

The coroner finally got there and took pictures, pronounced Henry dead, loaded him, and took off. The officer's gun was lying on the table so I watched it till the two deputies came back. I told him to holster his piece then went inside and got a Coke for the scared deputy.

No one took my statement. The fact that I killed Henry while he was trying to kill a deputy overshadowed everything else. I wondered how they were going to explain the Mac-10.

Everyone but Martin, Glenda, Charlie and Shawna left. I went inside and brought out two beers each. We all chugged one then started on the second.

Charlie said he had ordered pizza and that it should be here any minute. We were all hungry.

We ate three large pizzas down to the paper boxes and consumed a lot more beer. When eleven o'clock came, I said we all needed to get to bed. We all went in. I remembered the stuff in the pickup so I went back out and brought all the stuff in. I took the automatic, the extra magazines and the shells over to Charlie and Shawna's. I was about to knock when I heard Shawna's unmistakable almost screaming through an orgasm. I decided to just keep the stuff till tomorrow.

I was asleep instantly.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 11



Day Eleven - Thursday

I woke up at seven-thirty, starved again, but this time I just had oatmeal and coffee after a quick shower that I finished this time. I had some more coffee out on the patio and saw the kids leave for school. Kathy came out of the house and came over in her bathrobe. I got her a cup of coffee.

"Steve, I can't stand this," Kathy said "I've put you in so much danger that I can't believe you even allow me to come here and talk to you."

She said in a shaky voice, "I can't stay here. I've talked to my mom and dad and they are going to help me move back up north. I have to get away from here, away from all the memories of Jake. The kids miss their grandma and grandpa too."

"I'm sorry to hear you're leaving. I know you haven't felt comfortable around me lately with all this bad stuff going on. I'm just thankful you and the kids have not been hurt. We've all been lucky," I said really feeling the emotion.

"Another thing," Kathy continued, "I saw how you just reacted and kicked that guy, killing him. It was automatic, almost a natural reaction. Jake was like that. Are all you ex G.I.'s that way? Do you all kill so easily?"

"Kathy, I didn't mean to kill him, I was trying to save the deputy. If I had not done something, Henry would have shot one or all of us. I couldn't reach him in time but I could kick him in time, so that's what I did. You know I didn't want to kill him or I would have done it in the trailer."

"It's still scary and I don't want my kids to ever see something like that again. Anyway, we're going to be leaving this weekend. Before that though I want you to come look at something with me okay?"

"Sure, anything. When do you want to do it."

Kathy smiled, "With you I really want to do it all the time but for the other, let's do it this morning. I'll go get dressed and you can drive."

She got up and headed back to her trailer. I went in and put on some clean jeans and T-shirt. My boots were a little cramped. I was going to have to look for another pair of boots soon as I was wearing these everyday.

I locked up and waited till Kathy came back. We got in the truck and headed out with me asking directions. She told me to go to the storage place. It was the same place I had all my stuff. We went to one of the smaller garages where she said to stop.

Kathy unlocked the padlock and raised the door. Inside was a fairly new Harley evolution FLH with the fairing, all the bags and the rear trunk. Kathy went over to it and petted it, disturbing some dust that had accumulated on the paint. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "See if it will start," and handed me the keys.

I turned on the gas, cranked the throttle a couple of times, checked to make sure it was in neutral then turned on the key. The dash lit up. I hit the button and it started instantly. I looked at Kathy and she was bawling. I shut the bike off and held her till she quit shaking.

"This is the first time I've looked at it since he left. This is hard but I want you to have it. This way you'll always have a part of me and Jake. You didn't know Jake, but you're like him in so many ways. I could love you like I do Jake but I'm scared of you and after seeing it up close, I'd rather love you the way I want to remember you."

Kathy straightened herself and said, "You have to have it out of here by tomorrow. If you have time, clean it up, change the oil and give me a ride tonight or tomorrow night. Let's go back to the house so I can get you the title so you can put some current tags on it. I'm serious though I want a ride."

I couldn't let her just give me the bike so I figured Dell would know what it was worth. Kathy gave me the papers so I sent her home with my truck and I went to the bike shop to have Dell come outside and appraise the bike. He looked at it hard thinking he was going to buy it and finally said, It's worth right at eleven-five. I asked him to write it on a service ticket so I would remember the number. He fell for it and wrote it up complete with the serial number, the miles and the correct model.

I went to the DMV and showed them the estimate and paid the sales tax on the bike and got some new tags. This time I called the number on the card the adjuster gave me. A lady answered and I explained why I had called her and a little of what I wanted. She said she had personal and commercial lines so she felt she could do everything I needed. I went to her office and purchased motorcycle insurance that included passenger injury money and all that.

I took the bike back to Dell's and asked Charlie to change the oil for me while I cleaned it up explaining to him the deal. Shawna recognized the bike and helped me get it looking really nice. I took the bike home and parked it into the shed.

I went back to the storage place where I turned in the information on Kathy's unit and made sure the owners knew I was keeping both of my units along with the slots for the truck and big equipment.

Back at the park, I made sure that Glenda and Martin would watch the kids then went to see Kathy armed with paper and pen. I pleaded my case with her saying that if I had to come see her, where would she be and what were her parents' names and their address. I must be silver-tongued as she spewed out the info I asked for. I told her Glenda and Martin would be over at six and to be ready.

I took off to the bank. I got a cashier's check for eleven thousand five hundred dollars then put it in an envelope with a short note to her parents telling them to give it to her when she needed it. Mr. Softy even put in the note how much I thought of, and loved, their daughter but it must not have been meant to be. I sealed it up and conned the bank manager to mail it for me.

Back home, I showered, put on clean clothes then pulled the bike out onto the patio to glow in the soft light from the trailer.

I saw Kathy slowly approaching the bike, then touching it as if it were a person, a loved person. She sat up on the big seat and closed her eyes, dreaming of those days in the past with her beloved Jake caressing the grips, the tank, and the seat.

Kathy looked up and saw me, "How long have you been there?"

"Since before you came," I answered. "Take your time, feel it, enjoy it, love it."

Big tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the bike remembering good times with the father of her kids. After about twenty minutes, she got off the bike and said, "Let's roll. I want a long ride. No bars just road with the wind in my face."

We took off at a reasonable speed went across the Courtney Campbell causeway, hit US 19 then went over to I275 south, going across the infamous Skyway bridge. We cut down through Palmetto and Bradenton seeing the local hi points on the Tamiami Trail before cutting over to I75 north heading back toward Tampa. Out on 75 I kicked it up to about ninety to give Kathy the thrill of speed. When we got back to Tampa, she wanted to go farther north so we traveled all the way to highway 52 then went West till we hit the Gulf. She wanted to park, so we stopped at a gulf side sandy park and sat on a picnic table. Kathy wanted to kiss, so we kissed. She wanted to play so we played. Finally she dropped her drawers and said, "Fuck me, make love to me, do me Jake, one last time."

I felt guilty, like I was taking advantage of her so I gave it my all so she would feel the best of everything. Kathy orgasmed many times till locking her legs around me she cried, "Fill me Jake, make us another baby, fill me honey."

When we were still, Kathy sobbed for a few minutes then kissed me passionately finally saying, "I love you so much Steve. Damn, I wish you were older and ready to settle down. You would be perfect."

Kathy kissed me a few more times then said, "Let's go back."

We rode back at a slower pace with Kathy hugging me tightly whispering in my ear that she was sloshing around on the seat with my juices in her.

Around one, we were back in the park with the bike in the shed. I walked Kathy to her house not knowing what to expect. Glenda and Martin were drowsy, cuddling on the couch watching TV and were happy for Kathy to have had the time out. They left and I looked at Kathy expectantly.

"Please stay," she said. "Stay and sleep with me."

We stripped and snuggled up under the covers since the air was running. Kathy kissed me for over an hour, just kissing and hugging and touching. She finally said, "One more time, make love to me one more time."

We made love slowly, thoroughly, with love and caring. We knew this could be the farewell loving of our lives together, but wanted it to be as perfect as it could be. Our orgasms lulled us to sleep spooned in a loving position with me hugging Kathy's back.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 12



Day Twelve - Friday

I woke to wonderful sensations. I realized where I was and who was giving me those sensations. I looked down and Kathy was looking up at me with a devilish look on her face while her mouth was filled with me. She raised up off me and commanded, "Give it to me, give it all to me, it's mine today."

A couple of minutes later, I gave my all to her. When she had it all she gave an "ahh" then came up to hug and kiss me thoroughly. After a few minutes, she said, "I have to get the kids up and off to school. Today I have to check them out of this school in preparation for their new one. They are taking the move pretty good and are anxious to see their grandparents, all of them."

Kathy gave me a kiss then said, "If you ever want a ready made family, just come and get me. The kids think you're superman, next to their dad that is. Just always know, I love you and will remember you for the rest of my life."

We kissed again then I got up, dressed, and went across the lane to my trailer to make coffee and think about the day.

I was sitting on the patio when Glenda came over with her coffee cup. She said Martin was being a sleepy head and wouldn't get up so she was a free woman for my wants. We laughed at that.

We watched Kathy's kids get on the school bus and commented that today was their last day of school. Kathy came out of her trailer, waved at us before getting in her van and leaving to check her kids out of school.

Glenda and I were feeling melancholy with the loss of Kathy and her kids but we both understood the terrible trauma she had been through. Glenda asked me how I was feeling after having to deal with seven dead relatives of Jeff. I told her about Jeff and she actually cheered saying, "serves him right." She asked me if Kathy knew and I told her I didn't know. She asked me if she could tell Kathy and I said sure so it wouldn't sound like blood lust from me.

The phone in the kitchen started ringing so I went in and answered. It was the adjuster telling me the bike and my toolbox were covered. He would send me a check for everything right away. I thanked him then considered what I wanted to do with the shovel head.

Glenda said she needed to wake up Martin and was going home to tease him into getting up one way or another.

I sort of decided on a plan of action for the injured bike. I pulled the shovel out of the shed and started stripping it down. I pulled the battery and carried it up to the dumpster. That probably wasn't the right thing to do but it had to go somewhere. I set the bike up on a concrete block and took off the rear tire and wheel. While I was at it, I took off the tank with the hole in it and left the other tank on. Next I took the oil tank and rear wheel in the pickup. It was still too early to go to the bike shop so I decided to go for a swim.

I put on my trunks and padded down to the pool. It was empty so I dove in and started swimming laps. When I tired, I lay on my back and paddled along till I turned back over and swam hard again till I was done for the day. As I got out of the pool, a fairly tall, dark haired lady about my age came in the pool. She dropped her robe then dove in displaying a T-back tank suit that left her butt cheeks blazing at me. I watched her for a few minutes before going home so I could go to the bike shop.

Jan was happy to sell me another tire, now at regular price of course and another battery. I asked about tanks and she gave me a price for a set but said there was a swap meet this coming weekend and I might be able to pick up a tank there cheap.

With the tire mounted and new battery I went home to realize I didn't consider the new oil tank. Oh well, maybe the swap meet would have both for me.

Kathy was home with the kids. There was a large U-haul in her drive so I went over to offer assistance. Kathy introduced me to her mom and dad and said she thought they had it under control. She wasn't taking any furniture and was leaving some appliances like the dishwasher, stove, fridge, washer and dryer. She was taking her dishes and kitchen utensils but was leaving everything else for the new owner or renter depending on what came first. She said she would rather sell the trailer but she would rent it if she had too.

I left them to pack then decided to check on Abe. I drove over to the storage building to find him with one of the small motors in pieces. I noticed one of the generators was freshly painted and still wet.

"I'm coming right along," Abe said with a grin. "The work isn't too hard and the boss isn't beating me up to get it done."

Abe waved at the garage next to his workspace and said, "I found a lot more tools over there. When you cleaned out that place you must have had someone just throw as much stuff together that you could."

"Part of the deal was to empty the place so if there was a empty slot, we filled it with something." I said.

"Well you have a couple of chain saws, a table saw fitted with cutting discs, you also have more welding tools than one man could use in a lifetime. You should sell off all your extra stuff."

I laughed, "I've already sold sixty-five hundred worth of stuff. I probably should give the dealer a breath before I offer him more equipment."

I drove back by the bike shop to find Dell beside himself with excitement. He saw me and started yelling, "Its here, the material is really here at that great price."

Big boob Jan came out to the back and laid a hug and lip lock on me saying, "Just do a good job and I will really show you how thankful I am."

Dell came over and asked when I would start. I really couldn't answer him yet as I was kind of mixed up on Kathy and wanted to wait till she was gone.

"How about Monday. Do you have the blueprint copied yet?"

Dell was red faced and said he would get it done today. I told him I might come over tomorrow and set up my truck and equipment.

Dell asked, "What truck is that."

"I bought a mobile welding unit with a custom body. I'm still going to have to use some of your shop but I think I can do most of everything on the truck."

"I thought you were on vacation?" Del asked thinking he was missing something.

"I am, but it's turned out to be a working vacation so when I was offered a deal, I took it. You'll see, you'll see why I got it."

"Does this mean I have to pay more?" Dell was being his old cheap self.

"No, no, we shook on it didn't we. Besides my word is always good."

Jan came over and gave me another full body hug that had all my parts buzzing and said, "Don't worry about that skinflint, if you need more to get the job done, say so. Either way, I'm going to get you so much business your head will spin." She turned around and yelled at Dell, "Go get that damn thing copied while I try to fuck some sense into this boy."

Dell looked shocked then just shook his head and headed out. I yelled after him, "Get two, get two."

"Shawna came in and tried to pull me away from Jan saying, "All she's got is those big tits. I have a red haired pussy."

Jan laughed and said, "How about sampling an "UN" haired pussy. That one up's you, you little slut."

"You old skank, you probably couldn't handle the dick this boys got anyway. It'd make those big tits pop."

Charlie couldn't take it anymore and picked Shawna up, put her over his shoulder and paddled her tight jean bottom while carrying her out to the back of the building.

Jan said wistfully, "God, I love those kids."

"They are pretty neat," I agreed with a smile.

"Jan, I'm going to get my truck and set it out back. I need someone to come with me, it's either Charlie, Shawna, or you if you think you would be safe enough."

"Safe enough," Jan scoffed, "me, safe enough, my ass. Would YOU be safe enough, emphasizing you. Dell's running errands. It's my job to keep up morale. You want me to keep you up?"

A voice came from the door, "See. that ole' skank is trying get that boy in trouble. Problem is, he ain't no wimp like some of the guys Jan swishes her boobs at. This time, the guys a man. Jan you better watch out or you'll choke on his log while he's jammed up that bare pussy you brag about."

"Well then you go with him and fuck him, as long as he's happy and wants to do the job. Go, do it, get it done."

Shawna did end up coming with me while I went for the big truck. I wanted to show it off so it was important to have it back at the shop and set up when Dell got back. Shawna indicated her willingness to fool around but I said to save it for later, perhaps tonight.

I drove back to the bike shop with Shawna following me in my pickup. I parked in the back so I could set up my shade cover over the table so it would be close by the big overhead door for easy access to the shop.

Dell got back when everything was set up perfectly. Dell was amazed at the truck and the set up, "This must have cost you seventy-five to a hundred grand. This is awesome."

Dell had done himself better than I had asked he had three copies. I took one and pinned it up over the workbench he was letting me use. I took one with me so I could study it a little to work out how I was going to be bending the bars. To test the bends I took one bar outside to the table and set it in the vice. I measured the bar several times then marked it at the beginning and ending of the bend. The down tubes are the toughest as you have to bend them at a strange angle to hold the motor.

I heated up the bar then put the new bender in place and bent the bar to the angle specified on the print. I used my compass, square, and micrometer to double check my work.

I took a second bar and repeated my actions but I ignored the sound of a bike as Charlie revved it several times. That really didn't bother me so I was able to do the job on the bar exactly the way I wanted to.

It was still early so I measured and cut the crossbars and the short motor mounting bars. With those pieces ready, I bent the center bar to fit for the tank. It was a very mild bend that I was able to get correct right off. I asked Jan to give me the neck she was going to use. I cleaned it up with the bead blaster, the grinder, a wire brush, and finally a file and sand paper till it was sparkling clean and smooth. I fit the down tubes and center bar to the neck and tacked them to make sure of the angle. I carefully welded the tubes onto the familiar neck. To keep the angle, I welded the front and rear cross member to maintain the exact specifications. I measured and re-measured to make sure the structure was exact. The thing was starting to look like a frame.

Dell looked to see how I was doing and commented. "You're almost done. You're charging me way too much."

I grimaced at Dell but commented civilly, "So far this is just the easy stuff. All of the tacks have to be finished and smoothed plus I have all the plate work to do. If I didn't have my own equipment and tools, I would still be cutting and bending the first tube. You pay for my knowledge and the tools as well as the time."

Charlie had overheard and walked out to my table set up, "Well said Steve. Wrenches, welders and all craftsmen don't get paid for just their time, they get paid for their knowledge and experience."

Dell knew when he had been chastised and went back into the store. It was a little after five so I took the frame into the shop and set it on the cleared off bench then went out and cleaned up, brushing off and wiping down everything. I put all my tools away securing it in the trucks cabinets. As a final bit of securing the truck I put my big cover over it. I actually thought the cover was cute. You would think I was treating the truck like some kid would a sports car.

I told Shawna and Charlie that I was on my way and would fix the chicken. They said they would be home shortly and to have a cold one ready.

At the house, I put the shovel in the shed with the new tire on the wheel and pulled Jake's bike out. I thought of it as Jake's bike. Wonder if it would ever become my bike.

I started the charcoal and went inside to take a shower. I dressed in clean jeans and T-shirt complete with my boots as I figured on giving Kathy a last ride. I put the wings on first followed by the chicken breasts. I had bought far too many breasts so I went across the street to see how they were coming along and if they wanted to share dinner with us.

Kathy smiled and asked if I would really have enough. I told her about the dozen breasts I had plus the box of wings. She said that would be better than buying fast food as she had almost everything packed and loaded on the truck. I told her to send her dad over for a beer in a bit.

I went home and called the bike shop for Shawna. I told her to stop on the way for some side dishes because Kathy and her family was going to eat with us. She thought she could carry enough on the bike to take care of us.

The first guests to arrive were J.J., Ben, Carl and Barb. They came over carrying some drinks in those mylar bags with a straw to stick in the side. All of them, even J.J. wanted a hug saying they were going to miss me. Each of them said they wished I could come with them.

I tended the chicken and treated the wings with mild sauce on half and hot on the other. The breasts all received a coating of regular barbecue sauce.

Charlie pulled up on the bike and let Shawna off to give me a huge bag of potato salad, cole slaw, and baked beans. Shawna said she would bring over a bunch of plastic plates. She also said she would be back as soon as she showered the day off her.

Kathy's mom and dad came over carrying two lawn chairs each. Her dad said, "Kathy said we would need these here and that you were now the owner of four more chairs. Do you really get that many visitors? Your trailer isn't very big."

"Don't know what it is, but my patio has become the neighborhood meeting place. It's kind of fun to have everyone over." I smiled then asked, "Want a beer?"

They both nodded yes so I went inside and made sure the fridge had nearly two cases of beer in it, then brought out six. Kathy's dad said, "You brought out doubles?"

I laughed as Shawna came walking over with Charlie. I handed them each one then handed Kathy one as she arrived freshly showered.

We loaded the kids plates up then had them sit at the table. The adults all filled our own plates then sat in the lawn chairs eating until we were almost overly full. Kathy's dad couldn't get over that all that chicken came off the small grille. I told him it was the way you stacked the food and that it had a lid. I also told him the kettle type grilles seemed to have a more even heat. He said he would experiment back home as the small grilles like I had were so cheap.

Shawna gathered up all her dishes and took them back to her house. Charlie stood up and asked Kathy, "Want to go for a ride one last time down here? Go say bye to those that are out?"

Kathy asked her mom and dad if they would mind and they said they would enjoy spending the evening with the kids. Kathy went to get something out of the trailer then came back to the patio with a big bag. She told me to put the bag inside. When I went in, she followed me opening the bag and pulling a big .44 magnum pistol.

"This was Jake's. Hap gave it to him. I know you already have one but I can't shoot it and it needs to be with you. You're my Jake now."

I put the big gun on top of the fridge noting it was loaded. Kathy then put the bag on the counter saying it was for after the ride.

We locked up and went over to the bike. Kathy stroked the bike again and said, "Lets ride."

We rode over to Charlie's just as they were cranking up. Charlie hollered, "Get that garbage truck moving and let's see some people."

Charlie headed down Florida, switched over to Nebraska at the split then went straight to Hap's club house. The gate guard didn't even go ask anyone about us but let us right in and pointed where he wanted us to park our bikes. As we got off, Hap came around the corner of the house smiling at us. He went to Kathy and gave her a hug.

"We will miss you Kathy," Hap said keeping an arm around Kathy's shoulder. "It was good of you to call and tell me you were leaving. You must think a lot of this welder here to give him Jake's bike. Thank you for telling me the deal. Come on to the back and have a beer with us."

While everyone was getting a beer Hap pulled me aside. "You going to let her just give you that sled?"

"She wouldn't take any money so I had Dell appraise the bike then got a cashier's check for that amount and mailed it to her mom and dad's address. I told her dad to give her the money when she needed it."

"Good man. I should have known you would do the right thing. You are righteous. I want you as a brother, join us, be a part of us."

"Hap, you know I'm an independent. I'll always respect you guys and help you all out whenever you need, but leave me out of your private stuff. I'm just an independent."

"Thanks for keeping me out of that incident the other night. You do a good job when you need to. Heard about you breaking that last guys neck. You are one mean son-of-a-bitch. Glad we're on the same side."

Hap slapped me on the back and pushed me toward everyone else then making sure I had a long neck, he visited with Kathy, Charlie and Shawna for a while.

A lot of the patch holders seemed to give me a wider berth than usual. Several mentioned to me about the capping of a bunch of assholes and kicking the life out of another. These guys understand force.

We said we were traveling for a farewell bar hop and ride. Hap went over to one of his patch holders then came back, "Stormy is going to ride with you tonight. It's my treat, just have fun, he'll take care of you. Oh yeah, he don't talk, he hears and understands and is damn smart but he don't talk. Just let him take care of you."

We went to our bikes and Stormy came up to the gate riding a super glide that looked rough but sounded sweet. He wasn't wearing his colors just a plain Harley T-shirt. We took off with our first destination being Big Jims. As soon as we arrived, Stormy went up to the bar asking the barmaid for five beers by holding up money in one hand and showing a spread five finger signal on the other.

Kathy visited with all her friends for an hour then we loaded up and went to the Vanishing Point. Stormy repeated his five finger routine getting fast service. I think a lot of the folks recognized him as being a club member but didn't mention it because he wasn't wearing his patch. We visited for another half-hour then took off for the Crab Shack across the causeway in Clearwater.

A lot of the folks from Big Jim's were there plus several others that Kathy visited with. Stormy and I went for beer but he wouldn't let me pay for it. He put his hand on my wrist when I tried to pull money out. He just smiled and held up a twenty.

I just nodded and wrapped an arm around his shoulder giving it a squeeze. Stormy smiled big.

After about forty-five minutes, Kathy wanted to go so we loaded up and rode back to Tampa. We rode up Nebraska Avenue till Stormy waved and peeled off to go back to the clubhouse to probably let Hap know he followed orders.

We opened up the bikes a little and gave ourselves a thrill before having to shut them down for the evening. We coasted into the park shutting down at our respective places. Kathy went inside while I was putting the bike into the shed before I went in to find Kathy in a terry cloth robe holding a couple of towels. She told me to put some shorts on and let's go do the hot tub. I saw Charlie and Shawna walking across the yard so I loaded up eight beers in a bag and headed out to join them.

The tub was empty so while Charlie turned on the jets, the girls and I stripped down and were in the water. Charlie stripped down and got in the tub displaying his broad hard on.

"What's got you worked up hon," Shawna asked.

"I'm planning on some of your fine pussy but I want one last shot at Kathy's delectable tight snatch before she leaves."

Kathy sat up on the side of the tub and told him, "Well come and get it Charlie. Split me wide open with that trunk of yours."

As Charlie was going to Kathy, Shawna was up and at me instantly whispering in my ear, "My insides have been itching for your long pussy pleaser. When I thought that big boobed slut Jan was going to get some and I wasn't, I was really jealous. Now I'm getting it and Jan has to settle for Mr. quickshot himself."

Shawna kissed me passionately while stroking me to hardness. She sat up on the back of the spa where there was a concrete platform spreading her legs to show me her ready pussy.

It didn't take me long to be buried to the hilt making Shawna groan and clutch me whispering that I was scratching the itch. I fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her pussy convulsing every minute or so. Her squeezing finally got the best of me and I unloaded blast after blast into her. When she relaxed her grip I slid out of her, she leaned back on her hands keeping her legs spread. You could see her open pussy in the moonlight with my goo oozing out of her.

Shawna reached down and gathered up fingers full of the goop and brought them to her mouth. She shivered then moaned, "I just love that stuff."

Kathy and Charlie were already back in the water cuddling with Charlie's arm around her. Kathy said, "Shawna you are so lucky to have Charlie and that fat dick of his. You are lucky he is so willing to let you be who you are, you nasty thing."

Shawna was still sampling what I left but said, "You're just as bad, fucking my husband in front of me. Come over and give me a kiss goodbye."

Kathy got up and went to Shawna who pulled Kathy out of the water kissing her. She then reversed herself on Kathy burying her face in Kathy's still filled pussy. Shawna looked up and kissed at Charlie, "I love your stuff the best."

Kathy got back into the pool with me finding out that her and Shawna's display had me excited, "Like to watch girls do that huh?"

We kissed and cuddled till Kathy got up and leaned over the tub wiggling her butt at me, "Fill that thing up. Let's see if it'll come out of my mouth."

I began slowly but Kathy wanted fast and hard so I pounded her till she was moaning loudly and clamping down with her pussy hard enough to restrict the juice trying shoot out of my dick.

The four of us settled back down in the tub and popped a beer. That's when the applause started. Three couples were standing at the opening of the tub area, watching. We would have been embarrassed it we didn't see that the ladies all had a hard dick in their hands. They all came over and wedged themselves into the tub. Kathy started introducing me to the older couples saying she knew these folks played around in the tub as she had seen them several times. Shawna said she hoped she was still horny all the time when she got older. Charlie said he agreed causing the couples to laugh. When the subject of Kathy leaving came up, she said she better get back as she was taking off in the early morning.

We went back to the trailer. There, instead of taking her stuff and going back across the street, Kathy dropped her robe and took my hand leading me into the bedroom.

We made love, slow gentle and meaningful several times till I couldn't get it up any more. I asked Kathy if she needed to go home and she said that tonight she was home. We kissed falling to sleep.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 13



Day Thirteen — Saturday

I woke at my usual six o'clock and stared at Kathy. Her eyes popped open and she attacked my mouth. We didn't stop kissing till her pussy was again awash with my stuff. Kathy got up stretched then stepped into the shower. I started coffee while she showered then joined her to wash her back and her fascinating chest. Her tits were saggy but really big. Four kids can put some serious sag in big breasts. We had one last quick fuck with me pounding her from the rear in the small shower. Afterward we just clung to each other till the water turned cold.

Kathy and I sat out on the patio with our coffee enjoying the morning coolness, the morning smells, and the birds singing.

All to soon Kathy got up and came to me. She pulled me up by a hand and hugged me giving me a tender kiss. "Remember that if you decide you want a ready made family, you know where I am. Maybe I could have one of yours. I'd love to have your baby."

She gave me one more kiss then told me, "I really do love you more than I should for only knowing you a couple of weeks. But I need to get away from here for a while. Remember where I'm at okay?"

I smiled and hugged her.

"Now I have to go. Come over and say goodbye to the kids when we load up." Then she walked across the lane.

I had just gotten another cup of coffee when Glenda came over with her cup. About the time she sat down, Martin came around the corner. Then Shawna came walking over carrying a cup. She was wearing some really short shorts and a halter. Charlie was following her staring at her small undulating bottom. Just about the time Charlie and Shawna sat down, Alice and Abe pulled up in his pickup. I got cups for them and brought the coffeepot to fill up everyone's cup. I took the empty pot back in and started another batch.

I was thinking all of Kathy's closest friends were there to see her off when we heard the distinctive sound of a bunch of bikes. About ten bikes road up into the yard between Martin's and my trailer and parked. Most of them had girls as passengers carrying bags and boxes of donuts. They had a couple of Dunkin' Donut's coffee carriers in the bags along with paper cups.

Hap put everything on the table and said thanks for inviting us to send Kathy off. I had asked Hap if he felt like he should say one last goodbye.

Pretty soon Kathy's dad came out of the mobile home carrying a box while her mom came out with a suitcase. J.J. came out and loaded some stuff in Kathy's van then all the rest came out of the house carrying stuff to put in either the van or the truck. Kathy went back inside for a minute then came out locking the door.

She saw all the people across the street and smiled. She gathered her kids up and came over to us. She hugged everyone with tears in her eyes. She gave all the bikers and their ladies hugs then gave Hap a long hug. Last she hugged Glenda thanking her for dealing with the real estate people.

I got hugs from all the kids saying that I would see them again. Then finally Kathy gave me one final hug with tears streaming down her face, "Remember you have a family up north. I love you Steve."

They loaded up with J.J. and Ben riding with Kathy's dad in the U-haul and Kathy's mom riding in the front with Kathy. They waved one last time and drove off.

We all just stood and sat around for a few minutes with our own private thoughts. Hap was standing next to me and I swear he had to wipe his eyes.

I said to everyone, "Alright everyone, we have some donuts and coffee to finish then I'm going to a swap meet. I know Charlie has to work and probably Shawna too but anyone else that wants to go, speak up."

Hap asked me what I needed and I said a left gas tank and an oil bag. He smiled and said, "Stop by. We have those parts. You going to rebuild the shovel?"

"Since it got screwed up or rather shot up, I thought I might as well take it down to the frame and start over. The motor and tranny are in great shape but the wiring could use replacing. I'd also like to put a better kick starter on it."

Then almost as an afterthought, "I need to put a classy paint job on it so I'll still ride it. If I don't ride it I'll put it up for sale. If you have a prospect in the future that needs a ride, let me know."

One of the patch holders chucked and mumbled something like, "Legal even."

He got a stern look from Hap and shut up.

"In that case, I guess I'll go over to Del's and work on the frame. Before I do though let me follow you guys over to your place and pick up the parts so I can work on getting the stuff ready to paint."

Glenda said she would clean up. Abe and Alice were going to go home. I followed a bunch of loud bikes out of the park toward the clubhouse.

I didn't pull in but parked in front and walked through the gate. Hap directed a prospect as to what to get and where to get it. By the time I had a cup of coffee in my hand, the prospect was back with the parts. I looked over the gas tank and found it smooth. The inside was clean, not rusted. The oil tank was rounded chrome instead of the black, bladder looking stock one. It was in good condition too.

When I asked Hap what I owed him, he just frowned and waved me off.

After I finished my coffee, I took off and went back to the house. I pulled the good bike out of the shed then rode over to the bike shop parking next to my big truck. I pulled the cover off the back and pulled tools out of the side bins.

I went into the shop and carried out the frame a tube and a piece of plate.

After checking the print and measuring everything a couple of times, I cut out a piece of plate for the motor mount. Then I cut two pieces for the wheel mounts. These needed to be shaped just right so I measured and re-measured till I was certain then marked up the metal. After shaping the piece to the correct measurements with the grinder, a drill with a routing tool, and files, I clamped it at the tube end and tacked it. I did the other side then started measuring all over again. Everything seemed to be right.

Next I cut the tabs for the frame where the tanks fit and on the underside for the ignition and the small brace for the alternator. When that was done, shaped and tacked, it was time for lunch.

Jan had the usual big platter for all the Saturday riders that came into buy parts. She had beer and soda too so I had a soda then went back to work.

The frame was up on my table at the rear of my truck so I brought out a blue print then re-measured everything again and checked all the bends and angles. When I was satisfied, I started doing the hard welding trying to leave as low a bead as possible. This took two solid hours.

I took off my hood and went into the store in search of something to drink. There was still beer in there so I pulled one out of the ice and emptied the can in one drink. Jan smiled at me as I went back through the shop. Del was busy trying to sell a couple a Sportster.

The last part of a job like this is to clean up all the welds to make it look like the tubes just grew out of each other. You don't want bulges or lines or severe dips just a smooth joining at every connection. I started grinding at the rear doing each one till it was perfectly smooth. The last thing I did with each joint is to use a couple of different grades of sandpaper on the joint to make the metal super smooth for painting.

I was about half way through when a pair of arms wrapped around me and I was licked in the ear. I could feel some massive boobs on my back so I figured it to be Jan.

"You gonna work all night?" she asked.

"What time is it?"

"It's after six." Jan said letting me go rubbing on my arms. "Del will let you stay as late as you want but I figured you were probably getting tired and hungry. It is Saturday night you know. Time to party. Want to stay or go."

"Let me clean up and I'll get. I am hungry and ready for a shower. What are you guys doing tonight?"

"Not what I want to do but what we have to do. We have to do a bunch of paperwork tonight so we don't have to work tomorrow."

"You know what, since you're going to stay, so will I. Why don't you call out for some delivery food? I don't know what's available but I'll buy. I think I can finish the frame tonight if I stay at it."

"Whoopee!" Jan yelled. "In that case I'll buy. We still have more beer in the store. It's still has ice in it so just enjoy."

I went through the shop to find Charlie and Shawna working on the knuckle motor. I told Charlie that since Del and Jan were staying late I was going to continue working. He just nodded saying he was making too much progress on the motor and didn't want to quit either. He also said Shawna was almost finished with the tranny.

I went inside, told Jan to make sure she bought enough for Charlie and Shawna too then took three cans of beer back to the shop with me. I went back to the table with the frame.

I put my goggles back on and began grinding again making each weld a perfect joining.

Shawna came out to get me saying the food was there. Jan had gotten everyone giant hot roast beef subs with bowls of broth to dunk them in. We all ate and drank some more beer without much chatter thinking of our own projects.

I went back at it. About nine, I used some fine grit sandpaper on the last weld then stood up and stretched. I went back over each weld making sure it was at the right angle and that it was secure and clean. I carried the frame into the shop and put it on the cleared bench. I took a hand full of red shop towels and made a big bow then attached it to the neck on the frame.

Next, I went out and cleaned up my table and put away all my tools. I slid the table into its closed position and put the cover over the truck.

I went into the store to find Del and Jan both sitting back, "You guys at a stopping point?"

They nodded bleary eyed from working on paperwork. I waved for them to follow, grabbed five cans of beer, and handed one to each as they headed to the shop. Inside the shop I gave Shawna and Charlie a can. Someone had put a sheet over the frame.

Shawna came over in front of the frame and bowed then raised up and snatched the cover off the frame. The bow really looked cute on the frame.

"You're done?" Del asked. "In two days? No over runs? No extra materials?"

Jan was looking over the frame touching each smoothed weld, oohing and aahing at the piece of metal. She tested the weight of the frame picking it up off the bench with one hand.

"I'm paying fifteen hundred for two days work?" Del kept it up.

"No Del, you're paying fifteen hundred for five days work considering the prep, my equipment and materials and all the detail I went to not considering I did three days work today. Look at the time."

"Shut up Dell. Look at this work, this is perfect. Feel how light it is." Jan cooed over her new toy.

Del went over and inspected the frame inch by inch then got out a set of tools to measure angles checking measurements with the blueprint. He finally stood up then turned to me, "Will you do another?"

Charlie and I busted out laughing at Del. Jan threw a box of shop towels at him and Shawna said she should rip his balls off.

"What'd I do?" Del looked surprised that we were all amused by his reversal from cheap to wanting more, "I just asked if he would do another? Shoot I could sell another one of these and make a profit. There are lots of racers that would want a frame like this."

"You get the orders and we'll figure out how much they will be. Right now, I'm going home and get clean. Considering the time I think I'm just going to have a salad, some heated up chicken wings then visit with two of my friends I said waving at Charlie and Shawna."

Charlie agreed and whispered something to Shawna. She nodded and went into the shop. Charlie said he would meet me on the patio in about a half-hour.

I rode home, put the bike in the shed then put the chicken in the oven on very low. I jumped into the shower then got out putting on shorts and a T-shirt. I made up three big bowls of salad noting that I needed groceries, more coffee, more greens, more eggs, just more everything including beer.

I had heard Charlie's bike come then immediately leave. It came back while I was getting the salad ready. I pulled the wings out of the oven and dumped them in a giant bowl then got out the blue cheese dressing for dunking and put it in a bowl. I put the left over chicken breasts on a plate then took everything out to the table.

Charlie and Shawna came walking across the lawn bringing someone with them. When they got onto the dark porch, I recognized one of the bartenders from Big Jim's. She was in shorts, with a bulging tube top showing a soft small rounded belly. She smiled. She wasn't very tall, about five one or two but was just on the slim side of plump.

Shawna introduced us. "This is Denise. We all call her double D. I'm sure you can see why. You probably recognize her from Jim's. She usually won't go out with bikers but she told Charlie she wanted to meet you. We needed a forth for cards tonight so Charlie picked her up."

"Hi Steve, I hope you don't think this is too forward," Denise said.

"Not at all, glad you could come. Let me wait on you for a change. I'll get you a beer."

I went inside to get another beer. Shawna followed me. In the kitchen she told me in almost a whisper, "Denise is really neat to be around. She's a real airhead but she is really picky that's why this is such a surprise. She hasn't gone out with anyone for over six months. Enjoy Steve, she looks like a real toy. Listen, I'll come back in, in a few minutes and straighten up your bedroom so you won't be embarrassed to bring her back here, okay?"

"No need my sweet Shawna, I keep the place pretty straight. I even put my dirty clothes and my boots in the closet," I said with pride motioning for her to go out to the patio.

It was close to eleven by the time we finished eating and putting stuff in the kitchen. Shawna suggested we get some towels and walk down to the hot tub to see if it were busy. Denise acted a little nervous till Shawna assured her that no one ever wore swimsuits in the tub. She added, "It's like Danny's tub used to be. I know you had a good time there. We were together there often."

Denise punched Shawna in the arm saying, "Hush, don't run this guy off."

The hot tub was empty so we stripped down and climbed in. Double D wasn't bashful and deserved her nickname when her huge boobs fell out of the tube top, really, really big.

She surprisingly sat very close to me, snuggling up next to me laying her head on my shoulder. Shawna gave me a raised eyebrow look but Charlie just grinned while groping one Shawa's "A's." I could see Shawna's hands moving under the water stimulating Charlie.

Denise pulled my arm around her reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. When she put my arm over her shoulder, she put my hand right on one of her massive boobs. As soon as I gave it a squeeze, her hand went to my lengthening dick. She squeezed and stroked with one hand then used her other to turn my head giving me a tongue filled kiss that finished the trick, getting me rock hard.

She sure wasn't bashful and wasn't afraid to say what she meant. "Shawna, you should feel this thing, it is huge. It's not as big around as Charlie is but I bet it won't fit, It's way to long. Wow! Steve, I bet you have trouble keeping women with a thing that big."

Shawna just smiled and commented, "You will have to try it out D. You never know how much you can hold till you try. You took the tree trunk here so we know you stretch one way, you might be able to stretch the other way too."

"I'm going to try. Help me up Steve."

Denise stood up and sat up on the ledge of the tub leaning back on her hands, "I'm on the pill so you don't have to worry about coming in me. Let's see if that things fits."

There was no way she could take me in easily after sitting in the tub so I rubbed around a little to see how wet she was. She was an oil slick. I could fuck her under water. And I could smell her, she smelled delicious.

I gave her a kiss then went for the big bazooms. She was sensitive there as well as she began squirming with the contact of my mouth to a nipple. After thoroughly sucking and nibbling each of her big tube like nipples I kissed down her belly till I reached her very wide spread legs.

Denise was moaning, "He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it, he's gonna eat me."

That is exactly what I did and she tasted as good as she smelled. Damn she had a smell and taste that was an aphrodisiac. Each taste demanded another till my dick was bout to pop. I came up giving her breast another kiss then kissing her on the lips. As I kissed her on the lips, my dick found her center and was actually sucked in about four inches instantly. I pushed in and pulled sinking in a little farther with each thrust until Denise groaned loudly in my mouth. I could feel something squirt onto my legs while she kept on with her rhythmic groans.

I was buried to the max in her and she was trying to get more into her. She moaned and grunted and squeezed and squirted. She was really turning me on. She whispered at me, "Give it to me, shoot it in me, I want to feel it, do it, do it."

I was right there anyway so that it was easy to let go spraying her insides while she was squirting me. When we were still, she hugged me real hard then pulled back and stared at me. "You made me squirt. I never did that with a guy before. You made me squirt."

"I told you," Shawna said watching us. "Now you know whether you can handle it. From what I saw you can handle it all."

Denise was lying back on the concrete right then but still had her legs around my butt, "Will you get hard again soon or do I need to hold you in me. I want more, soon."

"How about sampling the stump here so I can see what you're talking about," suggested Shawna.

"Okay, I like Charlie's, it's so wide."

She was a little goofy.

Shawna was on me as soon as Denise started for Charlie. She gave me a passionate kiss then sat on the ledge where Denise had been and lay back begging me to eat her. When I gave her the first big lick ending at her exposed very large clit, I found a bunch of Charlie's leftovers. I raised up and frowned at Shawna. She gave me an impish look and shrugged her shoulders, "Well, I really do want you to eat me."

Too late now, I already had a mouthful so I dove back in and ate her till she was pulling my long hair to get me away from her.

When she caught her breath she jumped into the tub and turned her back to me spreading her cheeks, "Put it in, I want to feel that big thing in there."

I did put it in and was doing a good job creating waves. I heard some moaning and could see Charlie pounding Double D the same way I had. We all came at the same time. Charlie and I filled them up and the girls both lay back panting.

Once again voices interrupted our hot tub stay. "You kids are supposed to be in bed. Move over and let some horny old folks use the pleasure pit."

I knew Shawna couldn't care less but I was worried about Denise. She came over to me with sleepy eyes. She hugged me, gave me a kiss, "If I can get fucked by you two studs like that, I would do it in front of an audience any time."

Everyone got a laugh over that then we got out to gather up our stuff.

"You kids don't have to leave," one of the ladies said. "These old guys are only good for one time. If you come back you could help us ladies a little."

Charlie said it for us, "I think we're done. Besides my red headed slut's gonna want another go around before bed. Goodnight guys, enjoy."

We walked back to my patio where I asked Denise if she would like to stay over. I told her I would take her home if she wanted.

"I didn't think you would ever ask me," she said pulling me toward the door. Charlie and Shawna were already halfway home.

Inside, she used the bathroom then crawled under the covers with me. I luxuriated in and on her massive breasts exciting her till she was squirming uncontrollably. I wanted to taste her some more and buried my face in her fragrant pussy sucking and licking everywhere I could. I think I found her magic button. While sucking on her clit, I pushed a finger into her pointing up. Fairly deep inside I touched a spot that made her grunt. I rubbed and she squirted. I rubbed some more and she squirted more now almost yelling.

"Oh shit," she moaned, "you gotta stop. I can't take any more. Just fuck me and come, I can't come any more."

I slid into her juicy pussy then slowly slid in and out enjoying how her pussy clenched at me. She started panting again the kept saying, "No, no, no, oh no more, please, I can't come anymore." She was squirting continuously.

Finally I squirted too, filling her to the brim I'm sure. I'm glad the bed was big as I rolled her over to get out of the wet spot, pulled the covers over us, and gave her a kiss. She wrapped herself around me kissing my face, hugging me into her massive chest.

We drifted off between kisses while her pussy was leaking all over my leg.



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Chapter 14



Day Fourteen - Sunday

I woke up surrounded by soft pliant flesh. A huge breast was in my face with a massive nipple in my mouth, unreal. When I pulled my mouth off the nipple, Denise groaned, almost a whine. I could see the clock and it read eight fifteen, very late for me.

My bladder would burst if I didn't do something about it so I gently untangled myself from her and slid out of bed keeping her under the covers. I pissed for fifteen or twenty minutes or at least it seemed like it, then contemplated getting back in bed with Miss Juicy. Coffee won out so I started a pot. Someone banged on the door. I looked out the window to see Shawna.

I opened the door and let Shawna in. She was wearing a giant T-shirt and probably nothing else. I was still naked and said I was going to put something on. Shawna came up to me and pressed her body into mine saying that wasn't necessary. With one hand she had hold of my growing dick and with her other hand, she took my hand and put it under the T-shirt to discover the suspected bare pussy.

"I needed some stretching this morning real quick. How about scratching my deep itch real quick and I'll be out of here."

I sat Shawna on the low counter, at a perfect height for me to get at her red hared pussy. She didn't need any prep she was dripping. I slid into her until I was in to the max making her groan and quake on the inside.

"Now fuck me hard, scratch that itch," she moaned.

We fucked hard with out much sound, just the slap slap slap of our belly's making contact. All to soon she stiffened clutching me so tight I couldn't move. But, her insides were moving, milking me of my juices.

Shawna sat up with me still inside her, "That's what I needed, now let me up, I need to go fuck my stump so he knows I love him."

As she got off the counter she said, "Morning D."

Denise was standing at the open bedroom door just as naked as I left her, "You have any left for me or do I have to prime the pump."

Shawna said she would help and dropped to her knees and started sucking. After all the loving I had been getting, I didn't think I would respond so fast but Shawna had me standing up in nothing flat. She turned to Denise, "See, got him back up all ready, enjoy." Shawna left slamming the door.

"Does she do that often?" Denise asked.

"That's the first time," I said as Denise came into my arms for a hug.

"I really enjoyed last night, especially snuggling with you all night. I could really get used to that."

"I liked it too," I said.

"That's my first time too. I've never slept all night with a guy before. I don't know why but I felt like I would be safe with you."

"Thanks D. Wanna go back to bed?"

"Not yet, I want coffee, besides there are no sheets or mattress cover on the bed. I took them off to save the mattress. I don't know what you did to me but I'm squirting every time you touch me."

I got her coffee and suggested we put on some clothes and enjoy coffee on the patio.

We did and we did. While we were sitting there Martin and Glenda came over with a box of donuts. I introduced them to Denise and got up to bring out the pot to fill everyone's cup. I noticed Martin not being able to look away from the massive mounds under the T-shirt I had lent Denise.

I was amazed at how comfortable Denise was meeting new people under these conditions.

I had made another pot and could hear the bubbling going on to tell me it was done when Charlie and Shawna came through the yard carrying cups. They sat in lawn chairs and helped themselves to some donuts.

I made a remark that I was surprised to see Charlie up so early. He grinned and said, "Someone woke me up with something very wet on my face. We had to scuffle around a little before getting out of bed."

Denise had a shocked look on her face then when Charlie winked at her and licked his lips she relaxed and smiled.

I was giving everyone more coffee when Abe and Alice came up. When they came onto the patio, Denise asked, "Is this place always this busy?"

Charlie said, "Yesterday we had at least another fifteen to twenty people for coffee and donuts. Steve here is just a magnet."

I introduced Denise to Abe and Alice. Abe said he had come by to make sure I would stop by the shop and take a look at the two generators and the compressor. The whole time he was talking to me, he was staring at the mounds under Denise's T-shirt.

Alice said, "Down boy. You'll stare a hole through her shirt."

"It's Steve's, he let me borrow it. Next time I'll try to be more revealing."

Shawna almost rolled on the patio floor, "She will, she will, don't dare her."

Martin perked up, "Well I think I can come up with a dare."

Glenda and Shawna both punched him. Shawna added, "Denise is very sweet and usually more reserved than this."

"I don't know what it is about Steve, but I feel really free around him. He is really nice."

After a bit, Denise said, "I have to work today so someone needs to take me home so I can get ready. Jim's opens at noon so I should be there by eleven-thirty. Who's going to take me?"

"Bike or car?" I asked.

Denise looked around, "I don't see any cars."

"I mean pickup, babe, which one?"

"I really would like the bike but it's kind of cool and I'm not dressed for it so how about the pickup."

I nodded and said I would get my keys and wallet. Glenda said she would clean up if I didn't get back before they went in. Denise didn't have a purse so she just walked out to my truck and got in the seat without waiting for me to open the door for her.

I walked up to her door and opened it, "Get out of there, right now. Come on, get out."

Denise looked scared. I put my hands on her arms and stood her away from the truck and pushed the door closed. Then I turned completely around and took her hand then with my other hand opened the trucks door, "Please would you enter mylady."

Denise still looking puzzled got into the truck and I shut the door quietly. She finally realized what happened and burst out laughing. The folks on the patio were laughing as well.

While I was starting the truck and backing out, Denise said she had never had a man other than her father open a door for her. She said she would remember how to act around me.

I dropped her off at her house that was about a half block from Jim's. She said she had to hurry to get ready and I couldn't help, as if I came in she would be at least an hour late. She gave me a kiss then ran for the door yelling for me to come by later.

Back home, the only person remaining was Glenda who was finishing cleaning up. I told her that I should probably look for a bigger table. She said not to as she thought that the traffic would slow down as the hot summer approached. I thought about that and looked around at the patio.

First was laundry. I gathered my sheets and all my dirty clothes and headed to the wash house. It was empty so I filled all the washers so I could do my stuff all at once. I went back to the trailer to get a pen and pad to make a list of what I wanted at what store.

I made a grocery list, a Wal-Mart list and a Home Depot list. My stuff was in the dryers when Shawna came in carrying a laundry basket saying her washer wasn't fast enough and she wanted to get more done at a time. We chatted as my stuff dried and I folded the clothes, towels and the bed linens. I said bye to Shawna then went back to the trailer.

It didn't take me long to make the bed. I could still smell the wonderful fragrance Denise gave off. That could be addicting. When I was done, I hauled the TV out to the dumpster and came back to lock up and go on my errands. First was Home Depot. I bought some filling compound and industrial tape to fill the holes in the shed and trailer. I bought some stain so I could match the wall-paneling inside. Last, I bought a half-gallon of paint to repaint the shed. I picked out an overhead fan and added a bunch of materials so I could put it up hoping the roof of the patio was strong enough to hold it.

Next was Wal-Mart. I bought another TV and looked at larger tables. There was a set with six chairs that was really cheap. It had been marked down several times so I bought it thinking that it might be perfect. I bought a large coffee maker. One that would make twelve cups instead of only six.

Next was the grocery store. I really loaded up with ready to eat stuff, stuff for the oven, and even more microwave stuff. I was going to have enough food if I needed it. Coffee was on sale so I bought four three pound cans and filters for both coffee makers. I added in paper plates, napkins, plastic forks, plastic and Styrofoam cups and some more toilet paper. The meat department was tough. I bought a set of steaks for four, enough chicken for four, and pork chops for four. If we didn't have a forth, then I'm sure Charlie or I would finish the meat. Finally I bought four cases of beer. I was going to have to look for a liquor store with cheaper beer prices.

At home, I put everything away then set up the TV and unwrapped the coffee maker. Next I took the filler and put it in all the bullet holes, everywhere smoothing the stuff out. I had to use the industrial tape as backing on the shed as it was just thin metal. When I was done, the filler had dried so I went around sanding off all the holes. The paint was already stirred so I got one of the paintbrushes that had been left in the shed and painted the shed. It wasn't that big and only took a little over an hour. I cleaned all that up then went inside to color the filler to match the paneling.

Next I went out and looked at the patio roof real hard. I had an idea so I measured across the center then took off for Home depot again. I bought two long pieces of angle aluminum. I went by the shop and picked a hacksaw and some more tools that I thought I might need.

I measured and cut two pieces of the angle aluminum. I cut, then bent down the ends. I stood on the shed to make sure that the pieces would fit. Then in the center of the pieces, I put two short pieces across and screwed them together. I put the pieces up on the ceiling and marked spots for holes then put the pieces on top of the roof and screwed them down on both sides to make it stable.

Next I put the fan motor mount up to the ceiling at the marks I had made and used a power screwdriver with some very long self-tapping screws. I luckily hit the carefully measured pieces of aluminum angle iron and seated the motor holder with the rod sticking out. Next I ran wire mold to the side of the patio then down to the end where I could get it to the electrical box on the outside. I wired it to the motor end then mounted the motor and the blades. I shut off the power to the house then connected the romex from the wire mold to the electrical box.

I went out under the fan and pulled the chain for the light. It came on really too bright. I turned if off then pulled the chain for the fan. It was nice on slow as it gave a gentle breeze across the patio. On a hot day, I could make it go faster to cool us down.

I unloaded the new table and chair set and put it together. It was nicer or rather sturdier, a better quality than the set I already had. I cleaned up all the boxes and trash and hauled all the junk to the dumpster. Satisfied, I popped a beer and relaxed on my enhanced patio enjoying even the smell of the new paint on the shed.

I called Abe and told him I had fixed the holes so he didn't have to. He apologized for not doing it. He said he had become so involved fixing up stuff at the shop. I complimented him on the three new looking pieces of equipment and said we should get some good money for them. I asked him to stop by as I had made a modification to the patio and I wanted his approval. He said he was on his way.

Ten minutes later, Abe and Alice got out of his truck trying to see what I had done. Alice said to look at the shed, it was fresh painted. I reached and pulled the chain to start the fan.

"How did you do that?" Abe asked.

I showed him the two straps that were bent pieces of the angle aluminum. I described what I put on the roof to hold the motor mount but I said that I wanted to put caps on the screw heads to make sure they held and treat the roof where screws went through so water wouldn't seep around them.

Abe inspected the wiring and complimented me on the wire mold saying the job looked real professional. My chest was puffed up.

Alice commented about the new table and chairs saying that now I could have ten people at tables, eight in lawn chairs and at least a couple on the glider.

I laughed saying the patio's capacity must be about twenty.

They asked about Denise and I said I was going to go see her at work in a few minutes so they left and I cleaned up a little before heading over to Jim's. I went over to Charlie's to see if he wanted to go. He was napping on the couch with the TV on while Shawna was catching up on their personal bookkeeping. She said they would just snack or eat some frozen dinners. I told her about the grocery store trip and she grinned saying it looked like we were becoming supper buddies. She laughed and added, "Tub buddies too."

I got out the bike, cranked it up and rode down to see Denise. She was happy to see me but had on her tough barmaid demeanor. I had a beer but sipped it slowly thinking I didn't want to drink too much. When Denise had a second alone, I asked her if she wanted to go over to Clearwater for supper at the Crab Shack. She smiled and said that would be perfect. She asked if I was on the bike. When I nodded she said she would have to go home to get her helmet. I just shook my head and said, got one for you.

She actually put her arms around me and kissed me. I think every guy in the bar was shocked. The bar went quiet. Conversation stopped. Big Jim was standing there with his mouth open.

Denise just shrugged looking at them and said, "There's just something about him that winds my clock."

The noise resumed and I continued to sip my beer. I played a couple games of pool. I'm not all that good but the other guys weren't either. I held the table for the last hour Denise worked. When her relief came in, Denise counted out her register, then grabbed her purse from behind the bar. Before she came to the customer side, she popped two long necks and set them up across from empty stools.

She came around the bar, sat and patted the seat next to her. I sat with her while she enjoyed a beer after work. She was sort of hanging on me. That was different, as I wasn't used to the attention. I asked her if she wanted to get some jeans as it may get cooler later. She thought that was a good idea so we left, went to her place so she could change.

She asked me to come in to wait so we went into her apartment that she shared with the barmaid that had just come in. She said she would only be a minute. She was, she was only a minute out of the room. When she came back she was stark naked. She posed at the door and gave me the wiggle come here finger. How do you pass up a naked invitation?

Once again we made some fantastic love. I enjoyed those big mams to the max, licking and sucking till her nipples were extended over an inch. Then when I lifted up she grinned and pushed on my shoulders silently asking for some special treatment. She smelled and tasted so good. Just about the time I thought she wouldn't get off as big this time she began groaning loudly and shooting my face full of her juice. Now I knew what all the towels were for that she had spread out on the bed. She pulled me up by my hair and kissed me till my face was dry. She said to fuck her hard but don't come, to tell her when I couldn't hold it anymore.

We fucked for only three or four minutes before her orgasm was triggering mine. I told her that I was about to blast and she pushed me off her and dove for my dick. She sucked and licked till I was filling her mouth with my juices. She was sucking and shivering long after the last shot.

Denise came up to me kissing me passionately saying that she wanted to taste me as I seemed to enjoy tasting her, "You taste good. I think we're going to snack on each other a lot."

Now I have to tell you. I don't have a ton of sex experience but that mouth on the dick stuff feels pretty good. And, it is very personal. A lady really has you when she has your dick in her mouth. It's kind of paralyzing. I think I like fucking best but I don't think there's such a thing as bad head.

We dressed with Denise putting on a halter that showed more boob than it covered. She brought along a sweatshirt to slip on if it got cold. We put the sweatshirt in the trunk and cranked up the bike. I turned the radio on for the first time noticing there were speakers in the backrest of Denise's seat as well as on the fairing dash. The radio even had a cassette player. We blasted off enjoying the acceleration of the bike.

At the Crab Shack, Denise knew most of the people so we ordered the special crab and grouper dinner that included a half dozen shrimp, Cole slaw and some very tasty onion rings. They give you a choice. Onion rings or French fries.

We ate, washing everything down with long necks. It was a very satisfying dinner. I suggested we go to the gulf, to Clearwater beach, as I had not been there yet. Denise was all for it.

We rode through Clearwater seeing a lot of people that looked like they were in some kind of Navy uniform. Denise explained that these were Scientologist. She didn't know but thought that newbies wore one kind of uniform and others that had done more for or with the church wore other clothes.

We went to a public area of Clearwater beach where there was a long pier going out into the gulf. It was fun walking on the beach then going out on the pier, kind of romantic. We went back to a bar next to the parking lot and had a fruity drink while listening to a band that was playing.

We took off and headed back to Tampa with some music playing. Denise asked me if she could stay at my place again. I told her she beat me to it. I was going to ask if she wanted to come over. We pulled into the park trying to be quiet, shutting down in the yard. I pushed the bike into the shed then opened the trailer door.

Denise asked, "Do you want to use the hot tub?"

"Sure," I said.

"Let me use one of your T-shirts, that will work for a robe."

I changed into shorts and got my flip flops. We opened the door and there sat Charlie and Shawna.

"Thought you could have him all to yourself did you?" Shawna said with a smile.

Charlie just got up and put his hand out to Denise and walked away saying, "You know this is a pretty good swap. A lush creature like you in exchange for the biker bitch from, ah, ah, heaven."

Denise and Shawna giggled. This time when we got to the tub it was full. The couples weren't doing anything but you tell there had been some hanky panky going on.

"Oh boy!" a lady said. "The reserves are here."

Denise spoke up, "Oh no you don't, we get first and seconds from these two before you get any. So just move aside and watch two studs drive us nuts."

One of the guys said, "Will you look at the chest on that girl. Wow!"

Another guy spoke, "Look at that, a real redhead, right down to that cute little pussy. Boy I'd like to bury my face in that."

The lady sitting next to him said, "Me too."

Shawna couldn't keep quiet, "It ain't so little, wait till you get a load of these two. The gorilla here has one so fat, it makes a coke can blush. The other guy has one so long he keeps choking chicks."

Another guy said, "Guess we can't compete with that."

"You sure can honey," his lady spoke up, "you are the best fuck I've ever had, that's why I married you."

The older group decided to go home leaving us in the tub alone. Denise was sitting on Charlie's lap facing away from him moving around and up and down.

Shawna noticed and said, "That little slut is fucking my husband. I bet she was fucking him in front of all those people too."

"Your loss you dry cunted biker bitch, get some oil going and slide on down. I bet Steve is already waving in the breeze."

Shawna got up and bent over facing the other two with her butt up in the air in front of me. She spanked her butt a couple of times and said, "Ride that thing, will ya?"

Instead of standing still, she moved forward to kiss on Denise then pulled from her and kissed Charlie. Charlie was delirious and right at getting off. Denise jumped off of him telling him to sit on the edge. Denise sucked him into her mouth and jacked him off fast. Charlie couldn't last and filled Denise mouth with a big load.

Denise smacked her lips a couple of times then kissed Shawna letting her taste Charlie, "Sorry Charlie, Steve taste better. That was my taste test. If you want to do a taste test on me, let me lay back and you can taste away."

She did and he did. He must have been doing something right because she was panting pretty quick.

Shawna asked for me to lay her on the side and fuck her hard. I lay her down and re-entered her loose pussy. Once we were really pounding, I couldn't last and neither could Shawna, we both came hard clutching each other while she squeezed and shook and I shot.

We decided against seconds there because we all wanted a nice gentle loving in bed. Charlie asked Shawna when we got to my trailer, "You coming with me or is Denise my woman for the night."

Denise answered for him, "I'm going with Steve, I want some of his loving now."

Shawna had been speaking at the same time, "No way Charlie, I'm yours and your mine. It's our time to let me show you how much this biker bitch loves ya."

They left and we went inside. We went to bed after loading up the bed with towels. It took me two hours to wear down Denise. I didn't think she would ever wear down, I think her squirt tank just came up empty at the same time as my balls shriveled up. We pulled off the towels and snuggled under the blankets with her facing me wrapped around me with her pussy again drooling on my leg.



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Chapter 15

Day fifteen - Monday

I opened my eyes to look into the smiling dark blue eyes of Denise, "Glad you're awake. I was getting lonely."

I shifted my head still resting amidst the bountiful breast flesh of my bedmate, "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long, I need to pee though but I didn't want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully."

I kissed her and said, "You better get in there or you'll have to share the pot."

We untangled and she went into the bathroom. I got up, made coffee and went into the bathroom to find Denise already in the shower. I peed and joined her, enjoying washing her all over using my hands to soap up all her curves.

She was saying, "You're good for me, I think I've lost five pounds since I met you. And, from all the activity my stomach is getting flatter."

"Maybe we should patent a new exercise regime. We can call it sexercise," I joked.

"I think someone already wrote a book by that name. Maybe he didn't copyright it or patent it," Denise said.

We finished up in the shower without running out of hot water or expelling anymore bodily fluids. I told Denise to put her clothes on so we could have coffee on the patio. She pouted a little saying she liked to be nude but went to get some clothes on.

I put on some shorts and a T-shirt then went outside to set at the new table. Before Denise could get out of the house, Martin came walking over carrying his coffee cup. He had just set down when Glenda and Shawna came walking over. Denise came out a little shocked at the quick gathering of folks.

I asked Shawna, "The bike shop is open on Monday right?"

"Monday through Saturday, Dell thinks that is better than being open on Sunday and closing on Monday. I don't care either way. They only pay me by the hour whenever I'm there. I'm like their second mechanic. I do the entire basic tune ups, the oil changes, change the chains, piddly stuff. I know how to do it all but Dell won't let me. Every once in a while, when Dell is gone, I'll do a rebuild or something technical. When Charlie gets stumped we put both our heads together and figure it out. I did the same M.R.I course that Charlie did. I think our differences are that I grew up in a Harley family; Charlie didn't."

"If you didn't work there Shawna, what would you do?" I asked thinking there might something deep here.

"Raise babies or build bikes."

"Now that's diverse," I said.

"Not to worry. I'm just as confused as you. I'm good with bikes, even better at designing them, but deep inside me is a mom trying to get out. One of these days Charlie's gonna say, you know we need a kid. It will be all over. I'll fuck him to death then raise our baby as a single parent."

That got Denise and Glenda to laugh. Poor Martin was still stupefied by Denise's tits. She had on her skimpy halter from the night before. She needed to bring over some shorts and T-shirts to lounge around in the mornings in.

"Where is Charlie?" I asked.

"He's down at the bank making the final payment on our trailer, mobile home that is," Shawna told me. "He wants to buy Kathy's monster. He thinks it would be cool to have all the room. Kathy also has a big shed in the back that he likes too. Charlie has talked to the real estate lady and she thinks our house would be easier to sell than Kathy's."

I thought about it a minute then asked, "What do you think about it?"

"I think it would be more house to clean. I also think we would have to rent a room in order to make the new mortgage payment. However, I already know of another biker couple that wants and could afford our house. It would be neat to have more of us in one place."

I looked at Martin, "I guess we're going to have to get you a motorcycle."

Martin smiled at me, "I'm to old to handle a motor. I used to ride them but those go to fast now and I don't think I would be quick enough to stay out of trouble. Besides, I could never endanger my Glenda on one of those things."

"If we had better transportation, Julie and I could use a place like that. It's too far for us to get to work. Besides even our little place is too much to clean sometimes. We've both been saving up our money. We both have enough to buy a new car but we would waste all our money doing that. We'd buy something used. The car we have now only runs when it wants to. I want to save my money so I can go back to junior college. I'm going to do it pretty soon. I just don't want a bunch of student loans to repay."

Wow! There was more to airhead Denise than I thought.

I wondered out loud, "There are a bunch of good mechanics that hang around Jim's. How come they haven't helped you?"

"Easy," Shawna answered for her. "She won't put out. They will all sort of fix her car thinking they'll get a quickie but none of them will do a good job. I already told you, Denise doesn't fool around and is super picky."

Denise was nodding, "I can't help it. Some of those guys are just plain dirty. They may be nice guys, but they don't wash or brush their teeth. Some of the others are selfish. They are the "give me something for nothing" guys and then there are the real Romeo's who think that every woman should fall at their feet. I'm just not there. I don't know much about this creep," as she elbowed me, "but ever since he hushed some guy at the bar for being dirty mouthed, I've wanted to know him better. Now he has me under his spell and I don't want to be cured yet."

Martin said, "Steve, you need to get this girl's car over to your shop and have Abe look at it. I'll bet he can get it running right."

"Good idea Martin. We'll do that," I said this then thinking of what I needed to do today. "I have to go down to the shop in a little while anyway. I'll ask Abe. Denise, what kind of car do you have?"

"It's an old '74 Nova. It doesn't have all the new style emission stuff and still has a carb so it should be easy to work on. The transmission is good but the engine runs so rough that I'm afraid it will quit on me while I'm driving."

"That's a good ole' car, it's a six-cylinder that should run a lot of years. Do you know how many miles you have on it?"

"Not many, it only has sixty two thousand miles. I bought it from a real old lady that couldn't drive it anymore. She assured me the miles were correct."

"Abe will get it running. Shoot I could probably do that one," Martin said turning to Glenda. "I have to get ready to go out to the VA. My appointment for my checkup is at one. We have to be out there early because it is hell to park."

Glenda and Martin left to do their thing. I asked Denise, "What time do you work today?"

"I don't, I'm off today unless somebody calls in sick."

"What are you doing today Shawna?" I asked.

"Nothing much unless Charlie wants to do something when he gets home. Dell likes us to take off on Monday so he only has to pay us for five days."

"Let's get dressed. I want to pick up my truck from Dell's. Then I need to talk to Abe about some stuff and we can include D's car in that discussion."

"Depending on what all happens we can get Denise's car somewhere to have it looked at and then we can talk to a few dealers about buying our rebuilt generators. You girls could make great sales people. If nothing else they will be to distracted to refuse to buy."

Shawna went home to get dressed. Denise asked for a T-shirt that she could wear because her sweatshirt would be too heavy for the day. She said she would throw together a shack pack for here when she went home.

She looked at me and said, "Don't get too serious. I really like you and love the way you make me feel. But, I have a lot of life to live yet before I settle down. If I can be your buddy or if you want to call it that, your fuck buddy, then we'll have a great time. I need you to be my very close friend. I might even want to show you off as my boyfriend but not as my fiancée, got it?"

"I think so Denise. I did enjoy waking up in your arms this morning though. I could get used to being smothered by your very enjoyable chest."

"Like my boobs huh?"

"Love 'em. But then I like all of you."

"Oh my, you're gonna get my thingie all oiled up and ready if you don't watch out."

"I'd love to watch it, touch it, but most of all kiss it."

"Stop," Denise said firmly, "we have things to do."

We were laughing as we went out the door to find Shawna waiting for us. We drove down to the bike shop and I told Shawna to drive the pick up while I drove the big truck back to the shop. I pulled the cover off it, hollered at Jan that I was taking it back to the shop then pulled out leading the girls over to the storage place.

I pulled up and parked in my reserved space then put the cover back on. I walked over to our shop leading Shawna in the pickup.

Abe had both doors open and was wrestling with one of the bigger spare engines that we got. I helped him get it in the main shop and up on the bench. Abe cut some blocks of wood and made a temporary stand to hold the engine in place. He was telling me this was a twenty-five horsepower motor. He said it didn't look like it had hardly been used so he wanted to start it or at least try to start it to find out what we could do with it.

He said this motor was pretty common for big utility companies to use on their portable generators and compressors. He said it was also a common motor on many large commercial lawn mowers.

We discussed the two generators. I asked if we could give a six-month warranty as it might make them easier to sell to a dealer. He said he didn't have any problem giving a warranty as long as we stated that user abuse or neglect would void any guarantee. He said the compressor should have the same warranty. I asked him what he thought we should get for them wholesale. He thought for a couple minutes then using a grease pencil he wrote, 55 on one then 48 on the other. He walked over to the compressor and wrote 50.

Abe looked at me and said, "that ain't fifty-five dollars or five hundred and fifty dollars. That's fifty-five hundred dollars. That's what you should get. I don't know the market right now so it could be soft but your dealer ain't going to be able to duplicate that price with another product around."

"How are the wheels, tires and bearings?"

"First class. Not even any dry rot. I repacked the bearings so they should be good, how are you going to sell them?"

"I thought I would take them over to the first dealer that bought the other stuff and give him first shot at buying them. He seemed fair. After that, I'll just make a list and show off the equipment."

"Denise has a car that doesn't run well. If can get it up here, will you take a look at it. It's a 74 Nova six cylinder with very low miles she bought from an older lady."

"Sure, get it up here and let me take a look. I'm having so much fun doing this stuff, I need something like an old car to keep me grounded."

"We'll try to bring it up in a little while. How about I hitch up the most expensive generator and drag it down to the supply house with me. That will convince whoever wants it that it is mobile. Now show me how to start it."

Abe walked me through the steps and what was almost like a preflight on a small airplane. You checked the oil and checked for water in the gas with a little tube that was inside the cover. You checked all the plugs and outlets then turned on the key and hit the starter. When I hit the starter it caught on the first turn and sat there purring softly. Abe showed me the gauges that were indicating different levels of power.

We hooked up the generator and drove to the welding supply company. I walked in with the two girls and asked for the boss. The guy gawked at D's chest a second then gawked at the fiery head of hair on Shawna then picked up the phone and made the call talking very softly.

Seconds later the owner came through the door. He did a double take of my assistants then shook my hand. I told him I had brought something for him to look at. We walked outside to look at the huge generator. He walked around looking at it concentrating on it better than I would have been able to with the two girls there. He asked me to start it so I went through the routine of checking the oil, checking water in the fuel, then checking to make sure the plugs were clear.

I turned the key and hit the starter. The motor caught again instantly and ran smoothly, quietly.

"Pretty good. You know I can probably get a factory rebuild with a warranty pretty cheap," he said starting the bartering process.

"I'm sure you can but I can give you six months warranty and have the retired factory senior mechanic to work on them. We don't cover abuse or neglect. Besides I don't think you can buy one at my price." I said nodding to the girls.

We had discussed what they were to do. They were to stand on each side of the big machine, framing it.

While he was staring at the girls I said, "For you, one time only for fifty-five hundred."

I shut the motor off.

He suddenly let what I said sink in, "Fifty-five with a six month warranty."

He looked at me, he looked at each of the girls then looked at the big Onan.

After a minute he looked at me saying, "I'll cut you a check, same name, right?"

"Where do you want the generator?" I asked.

"Back it up by the door over there and give the keys to the counter man," he said going inside.

I backed the generator to the position he wanted it in and disconnected it propping it up with the wood block Abe had given me. I set the wheel locks then took the keys into the counterman.

When I gave him the keys I reminded him of the wheel locks. I don't think he was listening as Denise was moving around and so were her bountiful boobs. Shawna is so captivating with her flaming red hair and her piecing blue eyes, you never have a chance to check out her chest. When she turns and walks away, she has a great bubble butt to stare at.

The owner came out waving the check, "Can I get that other one for the same price?"

"When I said no his face fell, "That's too much. I can let you have it for around five."

"Same warranty?"

"Of course."

"Bring it. What about the compressor, same warranty and in this kind of condition?"

"That is a little more as you know."

"Yeah I know but I won't pay more than seventy-five wholesale."

"How about five, just for you. And I'll need some references to sell a bunch of industrial motors I have."

"I'll take the compressor and I do have some leads for motors of different types. Bring me a list."

I thought of future business and asked, "Do you know of any salvageable commercial generators or compressors? Especially Onan?"

"Sure I do, I got a list of junk out there people want trade-ins on."

"Tell you what. When you want to make a deal with these guys call me at this number." I stopped and wrote out my telephone number on a piece of paper. "I'll have Abe go check out the unit and let you know what to give for a trade. Whatever he say's I'll give you then rebuild it and get it back on the market. If I can't salvage it, I lose."

"And you're a welder? Shit, you're a used car salesman," he laughed. "You got a deal. I'll call you soon."

The girls and I left with me feeling euphoric that I had more of my money back that I spent at the auction. We drove to the bank where I deposited the check and had them make me a cashiers check out for one thousand dollars, Abe's commission.

We went to see Denise's car. She went inside and got the keys gave them to us before she went back inside to make up her shack pack as she called it.

I started the car. It started right up but was really rough. I popped the hood and looked at the distributor. I yelled for Shawna to shut it off. I lifted the loose distributor cap off and looked at the rotor. It wasn't a hundred percent but it was still okay. I tried to remount the cap but someone loosening them improperly had busted off the clips. I held the cap back down then told Shawna to restart it. It started and ran as smooth as silk. Shit, wonder how many guys got in Denise's pants for not finding an easy problem. I had Shawna shut off the car then I showed her what had happened.

When Denise came out of the house I told her we had to go to the auto parts store. We went up to a Napa on Florida that I had seen. The parts guy didn't sound promising but after a short search through his inventory he smiled and left the counter. He came back with two clips. I bought a new cap and rotor while I was at it. The whole thing was like sixteen bucks.

We went back to Denise's and opened the hood. While I remounted the clips, Shawna changed the distributor cap wires. I replaced the rotor then told Denise to start her car. It started right up. She said she was going to take it around the block. She must have taken it around several blocks before she came and parked the car. She just sat in it and stared then got out and was looking like she was angry.

"Where the fuck have you been for over six months. Do you know that at least a dozen guys have looked at that car. A couple of them are even supposed to be mechanics. You took five minutes to find the problem then sixteen dollars and fifteen minutes to fix it. Shit, am I a fool or what."

"Denise, you just never asked the right guy, that's all," I said.

"Would you have looked at it if I had asked you at the bar?"

"Sure, why not. I'm not a mechanic; I just know some things. I would have done it for a favor."

"And I wouldn't have to fuck you for it? Give you head?"

"Hell no, I'm not like that."

Denise came and gave me a hug saying, "I know you're not." She went over to Shawna and said, "Thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it."

"Double d, we're buds, why didn't you ask Charlie. Shit he would stumble all over himself getting over here to help the infamous Double d out."

"I guess I just don't ask the right guys. I'm learning," she said then said, "Let's go" and headed for the truck.

We drove back to the shop. Abe was getting ready to knock off for the day. I was glad he wasn't overdoing it, as he was older.

I walked him away from the girls then handed him the check, "Here's your commission on the generator. I have the other two sold as well. This guys going to call us to look at some trade ins, specifically Onan. You check them out and make up a price that we can rebuild them and make a profit, or rather you rebuild them, and we'll buy them, fix them up and resell them. They probably won't be in as good a condition as the ones we had this time but it should be profitable. What do you think"?

Abe looked at the check. "You gonna give me commission on all that stuff?"

"Sure."

"Damn, I'm gonna buy a new car for Alice. Her car is just about done. This is great."

As we turned around he asked what happened to Denise's car. Denise laughed and said what a dozen guys couldn't find, Shawna and I found the problem and fixed it right away.

Abe was pleased for her. We locked up the shop and headed home. As we drove in, Charlie was walking over. I opened up the trailer and got us all a beer. We discussed our day for a while then Charlie looked a little sheepish.

"Shawna, think you'll mind real bad living across the lane from this guy?"

"Huh? Oh shit, you did it? And you didn't even need me to sign?" Shawna was groaning.

"There wasn't that much signing. I sold our trailer, I sold that old truck I have been working on up at Dell's, and made a hell of a deal on the knuckle put together. We own all the parts so all we have to do is finish it. We're ready to start putting stuff in the frame now. Anyway, with the money from all of it, I talked to Kathy and she said she would take it."

Shawna stared for a long time. "We're not going to be in debt again? You really made that kind of deal? Holy shit."

"Imagine that, Shawna speechless," Charlie whispered.

"Anyway, we have to move out by next weekend. That's when Jim and Hanna are moving in. Their lease is up then."

Shawna thought for a few minutes then said, "We can do that. I can do most of it. You're going to need my help on the knuck but we should be able to finish that up with ten days, two weeks. Wow! That monster mobile home, ours free and clear. Hell that isn't even a mobile home it's a manufactured home."

I went in to get some more beer. When I came out I asked what they wanted, steak, pork chops or chicken. Charlie said, "Let's celebrate let's have steak."

I fired up the grille to get it started then told Shawna to get out some veggies. I asked Denise if she would put the salads together. As soon as the charcoal was white, I split it up then put the steaks on. While they were cooking we ate our salad before the girls set the big table and put out the veggies. I poured some of the red wine we had and we were ready.

Steak is always good.

Charlie's deal was the talk of the evening. Shawna and Charlie were making plans fast and furious. After supper, we went over to their new place and looked through it. It was almost fully furnished. What little they needed would come from their existing place. They locked it up then went home to make lists of what they had to do.

By this time, our dinner had settled so I asked Denise what she wanted to do. Go swimming for some exercise or go for a ride. She said she had packed her suit and thought swimming would be perfect.

We swam hard for thirty minutes then walked back to the trailer. We had a bad case of the munchies so we went to the grocery store for some cookies and ice cream and came home to watch some TV. Hope I get to watch this one more than once.

By eleven our eyes were drooping so we went to bed, using more towels but enjoying each other to the fullest. Once again we went to sleep with us facing each other and Denise hugging my face into her soft chest while her leg was over me with moisture falling onto my leg.



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Chapter 16



Day Sixteen - Tuesday

My eyes opened at 6:00. I knew this because I could see the clock from between to nice looking nipples. My face was full of Denise's hair and she was lying at an angle from me with her head on my shoulder. I think I liked waking with my face buried in boobies better.

I eased out of bed hopefully not disturbing the sleeping beauty, pee'd before started coffee in the big pot, then putting on the minimum, shorts and T-shirt. Being as quiet as possible I opened the door to the fresh morning air. I could see a half dozen squirrels chasing each other or eating, lots of birds landing on the ground, poking their beaks into the grass for bugs or worms.

Hearing the pot make those bubbling noises, I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. A sleepy, nude Denise came stumbling out of the bedroom and hugged me. She kissed me and told me I was nuts for getting up this early. I told her to go back to bed but she said she wanted to get on the same schedule that I was on. With some clothes and a fresh cup of coffee in her hands she said, "I've seen what goes on around here if I'm not up yet."

I chuckled at her comment as Glenda made her way across the yard with her coffee cup in hand. She sat down and said good morning while we watched Martin taking the same path that Glenda had taken carrying a cup in his hand.

"Now that the meeting is called to order," I began causing the other three to laugh.

"We need more people," said Denise surprising me. "I love these impromptu get togethers of the neighborhood in the morning or evening or whenever someone's here. It's very friendly, homey."

"Who said we need more people," came from Shawna dressed in her usual extremely thin giant T-shirt displaying her hard little nipples and a hint of the red fur at the top of her legs.

"I did," said Denise. "These are some good times with everyone sitting around starting their day with each other."

"Well two more friends are moving in this weekend. We'll probably have to make an engraved invitation to get them out of bed this early," Shawna proclaimed.

Charlie came up to the table kind of bleary eyed and sat. He raised his cup to take a drink, did it a second time, then looked into it and said, "Shit I didn't put any coffee in there."

Before I could reach for his cup, Denise was up, in and out of the trailer with the big coffeepot. She poured everyone more coffee then went back inside. I could hear her making more coffee. When she came out she sat on my lap and curled up tucking her legs under her.

Denise wasn't very big except for her tits. She was very short, just a tad overweight but a big soft double D on top. I'm not real big, not as big as Charlie is, but Denise actually felt small, like a little kid curled up in my lap. I felt protective and had to analyze how I really felt about this girl.

Charlie and Shawna described Jim and Hanna to everyone. We discussed them at length then I asked about the other neighbors that I never saw. Glenda and Martin knew everyone. They said that there really wasn't anyone else on our lane that was good for our group.

Martin pointed through the back and said, "We need to get Tiny and Ruth to come over in the mornings. I know they get up early. They would be fun at night, as I know they drink as much beer as we do.

"Good idea," Glenda said getting up.

Even though Glenda only had on a robe over her nightgown she walked between trailers at our back out of sight. A couple of minutes later, Glenda came back with a couple with coffee cups in their hands. The guy was another giant, probably near six ten, but big all over. The lady was average size, probably five foot five but looked like she had the air of a snob.

Glenda brought them onto the patio and introduced everyone. We were able to get them seated up at the big table when the prim looking lady that was snobbish looking said, "Glenda, you shouldn't bring my Tiny over here when you have this cute little red head showing her pussy and this big titted lady on Steve's lap."

I busted up laughing. No one was catching how funny it was except Tiny. He said, "It is funny isn't it. You look at her and just know she's gonna fuck with you for spitting on the sidewalk. Then she walks up and asks how's it hangin' buddy. Let me tell you, there isn't a normal pussy hair on her cunt."

Charlie was about to fall out of his chair he was laughing so hard. I could feel Denise laughing too. Shawna pulled down her shirt but Ruth told her to let it breath and pulled up her night gown to flash an almost bare pussy to the rest of us. Tiny just smiled and shook his head.

Denise spoke up, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. I like you Ruth, you too Tiny but we need lots more people to come get our day started together. If I have to get up with this nut at the crack of dawn, I want to be entertained."

Tiny said, "Amen." Everyone else agreed. We finished another pot then Charlie and Shawna said they had to go to work. Tiny said he had to leave to. Ruth said she best go with Tiny to make sure he puts his shoes on the right feet.

I asked Tiny and Ruth if they could see the patio from their house. Ruth said her kitchen window had a straight view of the patio. I told her she was welcome anytime she saw someone sitting out here and even when there wasn't anyone out here but she wouldn't be able to get any coffee or beer if no one were here. Both of them said they would watch for us.

Glenda smiled at Denise, "Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes ma'am, lots of folks like that. I just love close communities. This is perfect."

Glenda said she would look around and told Ruth to keep new people in mind. She did caution Denise by saying that we only had ten chairs around tables and only eight other lawn chairs for people to sit.

Denise got up to get Glenda, Martin and I more coffee. At that second a sheriff's deputy car pulled up. The officer that had come out for every one of the incidents got out of his car and came over to the patio carrying a box.

Denise came out of the house with the coffeepot asking the deputy if he wanted coffee. He couldn't take his eyes off Denise and actually stuttered while answering her. She went into the house, which broke his trance.

"Steve, here are all your guns," the deputy said. "The coroner doesn't need them any more so he released them. There is a shotgun and two semi-auto Mac-tens here that were not stolen. They must belong to you as everything else those guys had, was stolen. If you don't want them, I'll take them back, but you know what a hassle that would be."

I grinned and took the box taking it in the house as Denise was coming out.

Denise had convinced Deputy Darrel Young to sit with us and drink a cup of coffee. Denise was all hyper giving off magnetic attractions to the deputy as much as he was blasting her with pheromones. They were actually fixed on each other.

The deputy got a call on his little portable and said he had to go. I asked him for several of his cards so the neighbors could call him when they needed. He just gave me all he had, smiled at Denise and said he had to go.

Denise sat there watching him leave then staring down the road in the direction he left. Glenda noticed it too, winked at me then shrugged her shoulders.

Martin said he had some things to do so he left. Glenda said she was going to go to the pool in a while so she got up. I cleaned up the tables and put the cups in the sink to wash leaving Denise staring down the road.

Denise came in and sat on the couch. She looked like she was going to burst.

"That guy wound your clock huh?" I asked knowing the answer.

"Oh Steve, this isn't nice but I can't tell you what happened out there, what kind of feeling passed between us and we never talked. I'm a little confused because you make me feel so comfortable and so good too. No one has ever done to me what you have done."

She hung her head a second then said, "But I think he's gonna do it."

I smiled at her and sat down and hugged her. Holding her in a comforting way, not a "I want sex" way.

Denise said, "You know, I'd tell you to check out my room mate but you two wouldn't fit. You and I were almost there, I was almost gonna set my sights on you, then a freakin' deputy sheriff comes into my life. What the fuck is this all about."

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out one of his cards and handed it her. She took it and stared at it, memorizing it. She looked at me and whispered, "Thanks Steve, I really, really do love you, you're the best."

"Let's get going. You work today and I have lots to do," I lied. "He probably gets off at three-thirty so make sure you call him at that time. He'll probably be in the station. He'll probably ask you out so you won't have to be as forward as you're willing to be."

Denise just nodded and got up and gathered her stuff including her shack pack. Oh well, easy come, easy go. I hope this one has a good ending.

We drove into town where I let Denise off at her apartment. She kissed me thanking me again for fixing her car and for understanding her feelings for the cop.

I drove back home to get myself organized. I took my new yellow pages and looked up several other outdoor power companies. I made a list of portable generator sales companies as well as those that handled mobile compressors. I had an idea of how to keep Abe busy. I would bet that the companies that performed service often became overly busy. We could sub out some of the work from them.

Somehow I really didn't think we would have to sub out much stuff.

I took my list and went down to the shop. Abe wasn't there so I just hooked up the other generator to the pickup and drove down to the supply house with it. I parked it, set the brakes, and turned in the keys to the counter guy saying I would be back in an hour with the compressor.

When I parked the compressor, I noticed the generator that I had just brought in and had not even been paid for was gone. When I went inside the owner was standing there with a check. He said here is the ten grand for both of those units. I've already sold both generators and I have a guy on his way for the compressor. Bring me some more.

I took the check and deposited it, getting a two thousand dollar cashiers check. I drove over to Abe's house, finding it by luck. Alice answered the door when I knocked and hollered for Abe. He came to the door and invited me in. We chatted for a minute then I indicated to him that I wanted to talk privately to him. We went out in the back yard so he could show me his garden. There I handed him the two-thousand-dollar check.

Abe said he had separated the stuff in the storage area into three piles. Excess welding equipment, excess supplies and unneeded equipment that we didn't have a use for. I thanked him for all his efforts and he said I was thanking him far greater than he could ever imagine.

I drove down to the shop and loaded all the excess welding equipment and the excess supplies into the truck. I drove to the supply house, got the boss and said this should be the last of it. If he wanted it fine, if not I would go to the next place. He said he would take it all then figured for a few minutes. He started to say thirty-three but changed his mind and said forty-one hundred. I thought that was perfect. We unloaded the equipment then I headed back to the shop to pick the outdoor equipment.

It took me three places to get decent prices from everything. Most of the shops didn't deal in used equipment since it was pretty cheap and most of time, used stuff was not in good condition. One older guy recognized that every tool had been worked over and reconditioned. I asked the guy if he needed a sub for his service. He said sometimes and took my number.

I took that guy's twenty-eight hundred and the supply house's forty-one hundred then went to the bank depositing everything except thirteen hundred and eighty dollars. I drove the check by Abe's. He was in his front yard when I came by. I thought he would cry as he said he was just about there to get Alice's car. I asked how much he needed and he said about eleven hundred. I made him figure it out exactly then wrote him a check for the next highest even number and that was twelve hundred.

I drove him to the dealership where he had picked out the car. Before he signed the deal I argued a little with the salesman and demanded to see the sales manager or owner right then.

An older gentle came out of an office and asked to help. The whiny salesman started yakking but I waved him off and gently pushed the guy toward the office he came out of. I told him my friend was buying a car for his wife with money he had worked hard for and saved. I had loaned him the last twelve hundred dollars but the man would feel pressure owing me money. I proposed to pay the dealership that twelve hundred so the man could buy the car cheaper and not feel obligated to me.

The dealer went out and got the deal from the salesman. He called the sales manager who came into the office. The two had a fairly heated discussion then he told him to go back to the floor. He came to me and said that he was embarrassed to tell me that my friend had been taken advantage of because it was a gift for his wife. He said he felt the total overcharges were about three thousand dollars. If my friend would accept a deal for four thousand less than the original contract, he would feel much better.

I called Abe into the room and explained everything to him. He was almost crying he was so happy. He handed my check back then almost hugged the dealer. We made the deal, Abe wrote his check and he drove his new car home free and clear to surprise his wife. The best part about it was Abe still had a few bucks left over for his next surprise.

My day was done as far as I was concerned. It had been pretty good. I was almost even for money I had spent at the auction if I included the money I made from Dell and the club. I was still money way ahead as I had a bunch of equipment and shop full of tools and a plan to make some more.

I went by the shop to ask Charlie and Shawna what they wanted for supper. Jan said they had taken off early, as there wasn't any pressing work. She asked me to come into the office. First she handed me a list of four people that she said needed welding done. Next she gave me two names and telephone numbers.

"Steve, I showed the frame to both of these guys and they fell in love with your work. These guys build racecars and have to have precise measurements. Their current frame maker is charging them a bundle but his work is shoddy and some of the finished product won't pass a tech inspection. I told them how exacting you are about materials and blueprints. All that did was excite them more, so give them a call. Every frame you make should be worth way over five grand. And they are done with regular easy to work with steel. Talk to them.

She gave me a hug saying she still owed me a roll in the hay one of these days. I just laughed and went home. I drove up to my trailer as Charlie was carrying a box to his new place. Instead of parking in my driveway, I pulled the truck over to Charlie and Shawna's old trailer. I went in and asked Shawna what was going next. She came out of the back and said there was a bunch of boxes ready to carry over. I started hauling them out to the truck. She stopped me after about eight boxes and asked how I could get them over there that fast. I explained about using the truck. She hit her forehead and "duh."

I loaded up the truck then drove to the new trailer. I took a box in and hollered for Charlie. I asked him where to stack them and he said that each box had a room name. He had just finished putting up names on all the rooms.

I looked at my box and it said master. I took it in the big bedroom and put the box against a bare wall. I hauled all the boxes in then drove back to the old place and did it again. About ten, when I went to get more stuff, Shawna said it was all done. All she had to do was to clean it up and they would be out of there.

Charlie came from down the hall with a bucket and sponge in his hands saying that was done and that he was starved. I said that I had a bunch of microwave dinners and to come over and pick one out. I would make them salads so they could relax and have a beer.

I took my truck and parked in and driveway then went in to make the salads. Shawna came in and got some beer from the fridge then went back out. I took the salads out and told both of them to go in and pick out a dinner and to start one in the microwave. They went in and and after hearing the microwave start they came back out to eat their salads.

"We have all the big stuff moved but we a lot of little things to do," Charlie complained.

"Remember Charlie," I said, "you have until Saturday sometime to get done. That's over three days."

"You're right Steve, I'm just a worry wart."

Shawna said, "I can put away everything tomorrow and probably have the fridge cleaned out and the closets moved."

I smiled at them saying, "You know, I can help until you get it done. I bet Glenda would love to help you. I'll ask her if you want."

"I couldn't do that," Shawna said. "We just made up and I don't want to ruin our new relationship. I really like her and hope we can continue to be friends."

"I heard that you little devil. I've watched you do stuff all-day and wanted to be helping you. I didn't want to ask you because I didn't want you to be upset with me. Tomorrow we'll make a big dent in your move."

The microwave dinged so Shawna went in and came out carrying a dinner for Charlie. I heard the microwave running again so I knew she was doing one for herself. I went in and got four beers, came back out and passed them around.

"Sure hope those new kids work themselves into our group," Glenda said. "They are going to be so busy with a new place, it'll be a week before they get settled enough to visit."

"My ass," said Shawna. "They can come over for coffee the first morning. Denise wants a bunch of folks, she'll have them."

"Speaking of Denise, you going to go get her, it's starting to sprinkle out there now so you'll have to take your truck."

I must have had a sad look on my face because Glenda saved me, "I think Denise has fallen for a deputy. She about had an orgasm when that guy showed up. The deputy wasn't any better. Steve saw what was happening and even got a card of his for her."

Shawna asked, "How do you feel about this Steve? You alright with this."

"Yeah, I'm fine. We weren't joined at the hip and didn't make any promises. I saw the way she felt and encouraged her. Hope it works out for her as she's seems to be a nice girl."

"You sure brought her out of her shell, Steve," Charlie said. "She always gives the cold shoulder to every guy that comes on to her. She took right to you though. Guess I'll have to track down another one for you."

"I am gonna miss waking up on those pillows; they sure were soft," I said wistfully.

"And big," came from Charlie.

They finished up their supper and thanked me. By this time the rain was coming down pretty heavy. Glenda said she was going home before it really poured. Charlie went to lock up the old trailer and Shawna headed to the new one.

I cleaned up and went in. I put a dinner in the microwave for myself, opened another beer and flipped on the TV. I ate, watched the last of the news hearing and seeing weather that looked like it was going to make tomorrow very wet all day.

I went to bed, missing a bedmate. I'd have to think about missing them when they leave if I found a new companion. I really didn't have any trouble going to sleep.



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Chapter 17



Day Seventeen - Wednesday

I woke to the sound of rain on the roof. The clock said 5:59. It was coming down pretty hard. I got up, pee'd, made coffee, and took a quick shower. I opened the door to see if the patio was dry. It was. I walked out with my cup and was able to get close to the edge before I felt a mist hit me. I sat in a chair thinking there probably wouldn't be any visitors this morning. It was dark so I reached up and pulled the chain on the fan light.

I went in to refill my cup and heard a noise on the patio. Tiny and Ruth were on the patio, taking off their raincoats and shaking off their umbrella. They didn't bring cups this morning so I got them some coffee, greeting them warmly.

Glenda came running over carrying her cup in one hand while holding a rain poncho over her head in the other. She gave Tiny and Ruth a hug then sat down to join us commenting on the light.

Next came Charlie and Shawna sharing a poncho. When they got to the patio they pulled off the poncho almost taking Shawna's big T-shirt with it. We were flashed all the way to her nipples.

Tiny gave the movie comedy line, "Nice beaver."

Shawna was equally as quick, "Wanna stuff it?"

I got them two cups of coffee and made another big pot.

Ruth asked where Denise was. I said I thought Denise had found her dream guy.

"That's too bad, she sure looked at home on your lap yesterday morning," Ruth said patting my hand.

Tiny looked at Ruth and said, "That answers that question, why don't you go get Sue and bring her over here. Without Denise, there's no reason to be concerned over jealousy."

Ruth used my cell phone that I had left on the table to call Sue. Ruth asked her if she wanted her to come get her with an umbrella. She was apparently turned down.

Glenda asked Ruth who Sue was. Ruth said she was a girl in her mid to late twenties that moved in about six months ago. She was in a bad car accident and has not been able to work but has recently started a business from home.

Tiny commented, "Wait till you see her, she is awesome. She'll put Denise to shame."

"Does she have a guy?" Shawna asked.

"No she doesn't," Ruth said. "She says she just hasn't met anyone that's exciting enough. The real reason though is she's terrified of men."

Glenda said, "Ole' Steve is plenty exciting. One day shooting up the neighborhood the next day having a bunch of bikers over for breakfast."

I looked at Glenda and said, "Hush."

A fairly short person very obviously a lady walked from between the back trailers and came into the yard. She had an umbrella but her attire was definitely not what she slept in. As she walked she did have a slight limp but it was hard to tell as she was carrying two large tan melons on her chest. The best part is you could see almost all of them as she had on a very skimpy and I mean skimpy bikini. The swimsuit displayed how beautifully tanned she was. I bet it was a thong too but I couldn't tell from the front.

I didn't mean to say it out loud but I must have as I thought, "Oh my! That's awesome."

Tiny looked at me and nodded in agreement.

Sue came onto the porch, put the umbrella down then used a towel she had been carrying under the umbrella to dry her legs.

I stood up and introduced myself. She smiled warmly and asked, "So where's the coffee."

Glenda said, "Down boy."

Ruth and Shawna chuckled, while Tiny and Charlie stared.

I went to get coffee, glad for the opportunity to shift my growing interest.

Bringing her a cup along with the pot to refresh everyone's cup gave me chance to check her out from above. It was worth the effort.

Sue wasn't bashful either, "So where's the girl that I was going to make jealous?"

"Denise probably won't be coming for coffee anymore unless she and her new guy move out here," I said.

"That was quick," Sue said.

Glenda said, "She had a chance meeting and it was love at first site."

Shawna commented too, "And it was a sheriff's deputy even, can you believe it?"

"Does that make you available?" "Sue asked.

Again Shawna flapped her jaws, "It sure does. And he's a good catch."

"Perhaps he doesn't want to get caught," was Sue's comeback.

"How about a temporary capture," I offered.

Sue laughed which was what I wanted. The rest of the folks smiled and continued the conversation. Charlie used my phone and asked Dell if he needed him in the rain today. Apparently not, so Charlie told Shawna, "Lets go finish the old place right now."

Glenda told me to turn on my air conditioner when we finished so it would draw the moisture out of the air inside. She told me that would help a lot unless I didn't mind soggy carpet, bedclothes and clothes.

Glenda said she had to get Martin going so she left leaving me with Tiny, Ruth and Sue. Tiny said he better get going. Ruth gave him a kiss and a squeeze on the crotch and sent him home with the umbrella saying she could share Sue's.

We talked about what Sue was doing for a living for a while then Ruth came right down to the point, "Steve, Sue is very lonely for male companionship. She has a tendency to scare off guys as soon as she meets them. Are you afraid of Sue?"

"Heck no," I gushed. "Fascinated, intrigued, dumbstruck, awed, and incredibly attracted but not afraid."

Sue was grinning and said, "Be still my heart."

"So what am I now, chopped liver," Ruth said.

"Hardly, Ruth, your gorgeous, but off limits," I said thinking of Tiny.

"Not really off limits, but I do have to have permission," Ruth responded.

"I don't have to have permission," Sue said.

"That's good. So what are we going to do today? The Zoo is definitely out. I can't take you for a ride on the bike either as we would get wet. Ah, I would get wet, you would cause a riot."

"You want to go to a movie and lunch or lunch then a movie or I can fix us lunch and we can watch a movie at home?"

"Those are a lot of options. You might feel more comfortable if we went out for our first get together so you can get to know me," I said hoping for acceptance.

"I already know you. When you were in your first scrap out here, I saw most of it and then dug up information about you. When your war broke out that night, I finished my research on you. I find you very fascinating too. That's why I'm being so forward with you. I know who you are and I want you to want me."

"Okay then, how about I get to know you then," I replied.

Ruth said, "I need to clean up so why don't the two of you come over to my house and sit in the living room and learn about each other. It's neutral territory and you two should be comfortable."

Sue looked at me and asked, "Sound good?"

I nodded, cleaned up the cups, and put everything in the trailer. I locked up grabbing a poncho on the way out. I put the poncho on and followed the two ladies through the back trailers to a side door. When we went in, I could see how Ruth would know who was on the patio, as her kitchen window faced the patio.

Sue said her place was next door and that her kitchen faced the same way.

Sue and I sat on the couch while Ruth went to shower or whatever. Sue and I talked about our past for twenty minutes or so until we heard a rustle. We looked up to see Ruth drying her hair. That wouldn't be such a big deal but she was stark naked. Ruth has a very nice body. Whew!

I was smiling at Ruth when Sue said, "I have some nice parts too, want to see?"

I didn't get a chance to answer. As Sue stood up, she tossed her top, letting her great big gorgeous mounds come out. They didn't fall out, they came out. I had this nutty thought. I wanted to ask Sue's mom if they could come out to play.

As she stood she pulled a string on her thong bottom letting it drop. I knew she couldn't have too much fur down there. She only had a small patch over her clit.

Now that was something I could compare to Ruth. Unless she was hiding hair somewhere other than her head, Ruth was now shaved clean.

I was sitting there gawking back and forth between the two. Sue is a dark auburn brunette while Ruth is probably real blonde, dishwater perhaps but real blonde. Sue is tanned dark bronze, while Ruth is several shades lighter.

My nose was picking up Sue's scent. She smelled better by the second. She put her right knee on the couch with her left leg stretched back, staring at me in the eyes. I wanted to look at her body but her dark brown eyes held my interest. Ruth came over to the couch now that she had tossed the towel she had been drying her hair with and imitated Sue on the other side of me.

I couldn't turn my head as I was captivated by Sue's stare. Damn she was a fox. I couldn't take it and reached for her face to pull it to mine.

She helped by swinging her left leg over my lap and straddling me. She pressed her chest into mine and kissed me long, and hard with passion and emotion.

When the kiss was over, I'm sure I had a confused look. When I looked into Sue's eyes I could see flames. She was hot. She raised up and smiled at me then brought her nipple down to be level with my mouth and pushed it in. She was making me nuts and I loved it.

Suddenly Ruth gasped and said, look at that. I looked around to see what she was talking about. Sue was looking around too. Ruth was looking at my crotch. My stiffie was sticking out my jeans shorts leg by almost four inches.

Sue found what Ruth was talking about and reached down and stroked what was exposed. That just caused it to twitch and wiggle. Sue bent down and locked her lips on mine again but moved her hands to the button my shorts. In no time she had my shorts unbuttoned, unzipped with me laying back so she could pull them off.

As soon as my shorts were off, Sue was on her knees holding and caressing me. She kissed it tenderly and licked it. After licking all around the head, she took the whole thing into her mouth. She was stroking me with one hand, and wiggling a finger around near my butt hole with the other. She stopped with the butt and began massaging my balls.

I took hold of both sides of her face and pulled her up to me to kiss her. While I was kissing her, I maneuvered her onto her back where I continued to kiss her but could use my hands to touch her and stroke her.

I kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears then back to the mouth. I kissed downward nuzzling her neck poking her belly button with my tongue then a swipe across that sensitive button. She grunted. I kissed it again and sucked her prominent clit into my mouth. She grunted again thrusting her hips into the air. I was on a roll so I kept it up till she was screaming, grabbing my hair trying to pull me off. Ruth was on the couch next to me trying to help quiet Sue. I was ready to get up and push into her, then remembered. I whispered to Ruth if she had any protection, a condom.

Sue heard me and said stiffly, "I'm clean, I don't have any diseases."

I smiled at her and kissed her, "You could catch one thing." She looked at me funny, "And that's pregnant."

Sue smiled big time, "I'm on the pill and regular as clockwork. I'm not even on a fertile cycle." I pulled her around until her butt was hanging off the couch and her shoulders were against the back. I slowly inserted my dick, easing in and pulling out, over and over until I was three quarters of the way inside.

Sue was groaning continuously, "Oooh, I need this so bad. Put it all the way in, do me, please."

I really wanted to play with those massive tits but my cock wanted me to pay attention to the sensations down there. I kept sliding slowly in and out with her heels pulling me deeper with each thrust. She was using her hips to push and her heels to pull. I was near bottoming out quickly.

As I plunged as deep as I could, with our pubic bones banging on each other, Sue's eyes popped open wide with her mouth wide open too. She gave a really loud "Oooh" then pulled my face to hers holding me in a smothering kiss. Her pussy was clenching me at about forty to fifty clenches a minute, really stimulating. My excited system couldn't take any more and I let loose with a load of saved up juices.

"Oh my God, I can feel it, oh my God," Sue moaned over and over while still holding me as tight as she could.

One second she was rigid, tightly wrapped around me. The next she was collapsed back on the couch, letting her heels slowly slide down my thighs to the floor.

I leaned over and kissed her softly, tenderly. Again her eyes popped open. This time her deep brown eye's questioned me. She used her hands to stroke my arms holding me up before she gently stroked my sides, staring into my eyes, searching for something.

My dick was trying to lose its firmness but her insides were still rhythmically squeezing me, keeping my attention. As my dick began getting firmer again, Sue smiled then pulled my face to hers, kissing me gently with a ton of emotion. Her heels came back up my thighs and pulled me into her to my maximum depth. She held me that way for a couple of seconds then said, "Let's go to my house for a little while, I want you in my bed."

As I pulled my now fully recovered dick from her, Ruth reached her hand between us and took hold of my dick before it was even completely out of Sue. When my dick cleared Sue's lower lips, Sue put her hand over her pussy and said, "Let me up quick, I have to go to the bathroom."

I sat back on my heels while she got up to walk quickly down the hall while Ruth was stroking my dick. As we heard the bathroom door click shut, Ruth leaned over and tried to swallow me whole, moaning with a "mmmmm" sound.

Ruth pulled off me and said, "This is between you and me, don't mention this," then dove back onto me sliding my dick into her throat with one of her hands buried in her crotch. She couldn't go all the way down but darn near. She plunged her head about three times, grunted then pulled her mouth from me with her eyes squeezed shut while her other hand was busy between her legs.

She relaxed then looked at me with a lazy look, "I can't wait to feel that thing pounding me into submission."

"And Tiny?"

"If you're with Sue and he's getting some of her, he would hold my legs open for you and put your dick in me," Ruth said with a smile.

"Haven't you let him be with Sue before now?" I asked not understanding the dynamics of what was up between Tiny, Ruth and Sue.

Ruth said, "Sue wants a man of her own. Not any man. One who excites her and enjoys all of her, not just her tits. You did good, you didn't hardly stare at all this morning and since you have been here. Keep it up, you are really making Sue's day."

We heard the bathroom door open and Sue came back into the living room. She walked to Ruth and me, kneeled on the other side of me taking hold of the part of my dick not captured by Ruth's hand.

Sue leaned against me, rubbing her two large party balloons against my arm. She kissed my cheek and said, "Let's go to my place and relax for a while before blondie here gets herself in trouble."

Ruth looked disappointed but let go of me and stood up with Sue and I. Sue slipped on her sandals and scooped up her bikini. She walked to the door saying, "Grab your clothes and we'll go next door."

As she opened the door she turned back to Ruth, "Thanks for calling me this morning, I'll see you later. We're going to have breakfast and talk for a while."

Sue held the umbrella up for me and we walked stark naked, in the rain, to the door of the long mobile home next to Ruth's. She had left the door unlocked so we just walked in with her shaking out the umbrella and putting it in the kitchen. Sue hung her bikini on the back of a table chair and took my shorts and T-shirt to place them on the table.

Inside Sue's trailer, most of the living room was taken up with desks with computers and printers on them. One printer was printing out a tear off tractor feed form, pushing the others connected to it into a basket behind the printer.

Sue waved at the area and said, "That's how I'm going to keep making a living. It's not going to be long until it will support me completely."

She asked if I wanted anything to drink then began leading me down the main hall. As we passed the bathroom I said, "I need to use these facilities a second. I'll be right with you."

I quickly pee'd, washed my hands and my dick, dried myself on a hand towel, and came back out to find Sue standing, waiting as if I had pushed a pause button. She took my hand and continued down the hall.

In the large fourteen-foot wide back bedroom, Sue had a giant bed. Probably king size that was still unmade from this morning. Still holding my hand she went to one side of the trailer, closed the blinds, then knee walked across the bed to close the blinds on the other side darkening the room, creating a more intimate atmosphere.

Sue lay back on a mound of pillows, pulling me to her. She wrapped her arms around me and smiled, "I feel so comfortable with you. Now that you've helped my initial lust, I think I can control myself."

She wiggled around until we were side by side, face to face with our chests together, my bony one and her giant cushions. She brought her leg up over my hip as our lips touched in a gentle kiss. We kept kissing gently for a couple minutes, slow gentle kisses with my eyes closed. She licked my lips with a kiss then plunged her tongue into my mouth separating my teeth. Her tongue must have been really long and as she was able to trace my teeth with it tease the roof of my mouth and battle with my tongue till we had to separate to catch our breath.

"That's so nice," Sue panted.

"Uh-huh." I moaned in return looking at her face in close up detail.

Sue was holding me close, running her open hand up and down my spine slowly as if she were petting me. We continued kissing gently but our passion was beginning to build, as my interest became obvious.

Since I was considerably taller than Sue, when our faces were together, my hips were lower than hers. With her legs spread and one leg over mine, my interest became hard and insistent, until it was pushing into her still moist lips.

Sue felt me and used her hips to capture me, sliding onto me deeper until our pubic bones met. She slowly undulated her hips, stroking me with her pussy as we continued our kisses. We continued kissing and stroking in and out for fifteen or twenty minutes, while still holding each other tight. Sue's insides started a magic massage, squeezing me as she slipped on and off me.

I started pushing back, entering her with more force each time our hips came together. Our speed continued to increase until we simultaneously gasped loudly. Her insides clamped down on me and I blasted the clamping canal with millions of my sperm.

As we relaxed, Sue maintained her hold on me, completely wrapped around me. Her insides were once again rhythmically squeezing me while we gently kissed. Some short kisses some long kisses with tongue, pressing our mouths together firmly.

All of a sudden Sue relaxed, loosening her hold on me, laying her head back on the pillows, letting her upper back lay flatter on the bed. She looked at me and smiled then pulled my head down to lay cushioned on her spongy breasts.

"Kiss them for me Steve. Love my breasts for me," Sue said with a catch in her throat. I rose up and looked into her eyes, kissed her on the lips then lowered my mouth to take a long fat nipple in my mouth. Her areolae were not huge, big around, like most big-breasted women. But her nipples were the entire size of the areola and protruded almost like a soft ice-cream cone in three distinctive stages.

The outer areola raised from the billowy breast in a sharp ascent, then her outer nipple coned up to a long nipple that was raised almost an inch from the lower cone area. They were magnificent, fascinating.

As I gently sucked one of her nipples into my mouth she shivered. She continued to give a shiver with each suck and each lick. I switched breasts but gently bit down a little on the nipple I was leaving. This caused her to groan loudly and shake. It also caused her pussy to squeeze my dick as it regained interest in its surroundings.

The second breast received the same attention as I used my free hand to try to hold the breast. My hand would have to be over a foot long to hold one of her breasts and squeeze. They were definitely two handed boobs I thought and chuckled quietly thinking of that while licking and sucking the other breast enjoying Sue's shivers and pussy squeezes.

"Ohhh, what are you laughing at," Sue asked with another shiver. As I pulled my head from this second wonderful breast I nipped it too, receiving the same reward. I rolled up on top of her then scooted my knees up under her, raising her hips keeping me firmly embedded in her. After looking down at her smiling, I leaned over and kissed her then planted a kiss on each nipple while holding one then the other with both hands.

"I thought of how big my hand would have to be to hold one of your beautiful breasts with only one hand. Realizing my hand would have to be a least a foot long I made up my mind that your breasts were definitely two handed breasts." I sat there on my heels, buried to the max in her, holding one of her breasts with two hands. She grinned back with sparkling dark eyes.

I began to thrust in and out of her while leaning over her, kissing one breast and its nipple at a time, holding that breast in both hands to control where I would kiss it.

Sue kept pushing against me, arching her back, throwing her head back as I thrust into her. Our connection was frantic but again slow, undulating, erotic, filled with passion.

From my vantage point, I could visibly see Sue's passion rise. A pink cast enveloped her breast then worked its way up her neck then face. It was almost like my pumping was pumping pink dye into her. As she grew pinker, her movements became more rapid, more erratic until she clutched me, pulling me down on top of her whispering passionately, "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Do it faster, fuck me harder, come in me, come in me."

That about covers the senses. I could smell our raw sex and her tantalizing scent. I could see her beauty and her erotic passionate responsiveness, I could hear her begging for completion and I could feel her insides clamping down on me as I thrust.

I pulled my knees back so I was above Sue holding myself up with my hands as my hips pounded into her. Her arms and legs were tightly wrapped around me while her head was thrown back, her back arched and her hips pressing into me. That was it, for both of us. As I spewed into her, blasted her insides, squirted her full of my seed, she gave her rhythmic "ahs" with each pulse.

Our passion fulfilled, she loosened her hold again letting her heels slide down my thighs to the bed. As my pleasure connector was shrinking, I tried to roll off her but she pulled me down on top of her, holding me tight, searching for my lips to have those sweet kisses that reassured each other of our mutual enjoyment.

She gave her pussy a squeeze and my now soft dick oozed out of her gooey pussy. She gave an unhappy groan and rolled us to our sides keeping our faces together to continue kissing. Our kisses continued to be softer and softer till our lips just rested together and her breathing became regular.

I opened my eyes to see her face in a serene state, thinking we both were enjoying the afterglow of some very nice sex. I didn't want to think about it being love-making as within the last couple of weeks I had almost completely fallen in love with two different ladies.

I pulled a sheet and cover over us and lay there thinking about Sue. She was a little strange. The way she came onto me and the intensity of her desire didn't compute, as we had only known each other a couple of hours. This wasn't a drunken bar pick up where two people found passion within each other for an hour then went their separate way. This was a deliberate, aggressive, calculated seduction that was curling my toes. I didn't know whether to stroke my ego or to wonder if she was a kook or whether there was an ulterior motive. I just kept looking at her beautiful face until my eyes closed joining her in a dream.

I felt Sue move, she kissed my chest and snuggled into me, throwing a leg over my hip. I opened my eyes again, alert, thinking about how fast this had been. It sure felt good, and Sue was definitely a looker. Ruth had said she had been in a terrible accident and had been badly injured. Sue limped but I didn't see any disfigurement. Then again, I couldn't keep from looking at her face and eyes. When my attention wasn't there, any normal male had to focus on her chest. A boob bonanza flitted through my mind, again causing me to smile and chuckle.

"Now what are you laughing at?" came a soft voice from the woman in my arms.

"Just a private thought, all good," I said continuing to smile.

"Tell me, tell me that private male thought, include me inside your head."

"I was laying here evaluating how fast this has been. I considered how beautiful you are and what Ruth had said about you being seriously injured. I was thinking that I had not seen any disfigurement but then I realized that I haven't been able to quit looking at your beautiful face and your fascinating eyes long enough to look down other than as a normal male I had to check out your chest. That's when the funny thought went through my head. A banner that read, "A boob bonanza" dumb but humorous to a male."

"Boob bonanza huh," she laughed. "I think that's funny too. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. You have to be the first guy in my life that has stared at my face as much as you did. I never did see you checking out my tits. That almost turned me off but you were already in my mind as the guy who was going to ride in on his white stallion and make me his princess."

"Why, you don't know me?"

"I've watched you out in the yard and around your bikes. I've watched you with others, even with the two other girls. I was so jealous of Kathy, but she's had it so tough that I was glad for her that you were showing her a good time. When she moved away, I could see the strain on your face. I have binoculars. The other big boobed girl worried me as she had a "I love you" look and attitude around you even though she wasn't around long. As soon as you moved in, I found out your name. It wasn't hard to search the state DMV records for a brand new resident, that gave me your social security number and that let me find out about you using the internet. I know your military history and I know your work history up to now. There are some holes but I know you pretty well."

"Everything I learned about you built your mystique and my desire to know you better and be around you. It has been kind of consuming. The only person I've told about this is Ruth. She started watching you with me and is hot for you too but Tiny and she are close. When I confessed how horny I had been before you came, she even offered Tiny to take care of me but I wanted someone of my own. Then you came along and I had to have you."

She rolled to me and held me, kissing me tenderly, "And now I have you. At least for right now."

"I'm flattered and really surprised. I've never considered myself as someone to be fixated upon or someone you could have a Jones over."

"To me you are, and you have established yourself as someone that others enjoy gathering around. You have protected and defended your surroundings, you have made fast friends with several neighbors. You obviously have met the leaders of the local motorcycle gang but I don't think you're a part of it, and you seem to be doing some things that are like a job or a business."

"That's pretty good detective work. Are you sure you're not a little screwy to be doing all that investigation to find a guy to fool around with?"

"Nope, I'm female. You know, inquisitive, more like just plain nosey but I don't like to pry so I slink around finding out about things. I found out a lot about you and continued to add more onto the "I like you list" until you were flashing my "I want you sign" in my head. Somehow I just knew we would click."

"Well, How about we get up so I can go help my neighbors finish up cleaning their old place up. I promised to help them as they have to have it ready by Saturday morning and this rain isn't helping."

"Can I help?"

"Sure you can, but Charlie's going to have a hard time, hmm, how about a difficult time not staring at your chest."

"That's okay now that you've made me feel like a whole woman again, I'm sort of happy about guys not being able to keep their eyes off my boobs. If he stares too much, I'll just give him a shot at the whole thing."

"Better watch it, his little red headed wife may not be happy about that."

"I don't think that would be a problem. She's as hooked on these," and she lifted her two breasts, "as he is. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't come on to me while we're working."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"Not in the least. If you didn't notice when we were with Ruth, I kind of like ladies."

"You are amazing," I said as I slid out of bed.

She held my arm and pointed at her right leg. There were scars from her right foot all the way up to her mid thigh. She took my hand and traced the scars, "Ugly huh?"

I smiled, "Only the scars, not the person."

You would have thought I just gave her a million dollars or a diamond ring. She launched herself at me knocking me onto my back kissing my face and laughing, "You make me feel so good about myself. I could just love you to death or would that be screw you to death."

I kissed her and as I stood pulling her to her feet breathed, "What a way to go. I would be in heaven before I got there." I gave her a squeeze and went toward the kitchen to put on my clothes.

I put my shorts and T-shirt back on and she held up her bikini, "Should I wear this?"

"Not if you want us guys to get anything done."

"Let me go get some pants and shirt on."

"Put on shorts, it's going to be hot and muggy."

Her face clouded and you could see the indecision on her face as she touched the top of the scar on her leg.

"These are your friends. They would like you without the big boobs and if you only had one leg. Now relax around your new friends, you'll like them, they'll like you."

She put on some short shorts and a T-shirt that couldn't help but be snug. She did put a bra on to hold them still but all it did was push them out even farther emphasizing their magnificence. When she came back to the kitchen area, she turned around and bent over with her hands on her knees smiling back at me in the classic pose, wiggling her butt.

She wiggled again, "Can you tell, I'm commando, just like you."

I laughed and gathered her in my arms giving her some kisses before letting her go so we could walk over to Charlie and Shawna's old place.

When we got there, Glenda, Martin and Alice were busy cleaning and dusting. I introduced Alice to Sue then went looking for Shawna. We found Charlie in the main bath and Shawna in the master bath. When I asked her what we could do she said, "Make us lunch. Go get some sodas cause we will save the beer till later." She said a pile of sandwiches on my patio would be perfect.

Sue and I went to my place. I went into my trailer with Sue following me closely. While I went to the bedroom to get my wallet, Sue followed me peeking around every corner looking into everything she could. I told her she was detecting again.

She blushed and said, "I'm just trying to find out something that will make me less fascinated about you. Your animal magnetism is really strong. It's really got me."

"Okay, keep looking. Obsessions are not healthy."

"In the kitchen she was looking everywhere. She spied the box of guns and looked inside and eyes opened wide, "Is this for an army?"

"No, some of them I had, some are captured, the deputy brought them back yesterday. The deputy was the one Denise fell for."

She continued to look around and spied the .44 on top of the fridge. She looked at me, "More?"

"I think you've seen them all. That one is from Kathy's husband. She didn't want it. It was too big for her."

She nodded, followed me out, and waited while I locked the door. We jumped into the pickup and drove toward the grocery store. I took a detour and went by Wal-Mart. We went inside where I went to the men's shoe department and found a pair of tennis shoes that looked like I could exercise in. I picked up a couple pair of regular white sports socks not the giant boot socks I usually wore, and then as we passed the picnic stuff I grabbed a big cooler.

We checked out quickly and headed to the grocery store where I bought three twelve packs of different types of soda. I picked out several types of lunchmeat, ketchup, Mayo and mustard, two kinds of sliced cheese, pickles, a couple loafs of bread, and a head of regular lettuce along with another head of romaine for dinner salads. Sue wanted a couple bags of chips so we had the makings for a picnic in the rain. I remembered to get a couple of big bags of ice and took them out to the truck to find the rain had slacked off. I put Sue in the cab with the bags of groceries but loaded the cooler with the soda and ice pitching the empty bags and soda cartons in the bed. The truck bed doubles as a great big wastebasket sometimes.

Back at the house, we wiped down the tables, and spread out the food. I put the cooler on the patio then ran to get the folks so they could take a break.

While everyone was eating, Glenda asked me where I had taken off too. Sue and my own blush caused her to smile before she observed, "Glad you're getting to know another neighbor."

Shawna picked up on the blushes, "So Steve, have you found us another close friend?"

Knowing what Shawna was alluding to I said, "I haven't asked Sue if she likes to ride or if she likes beer or whether she likes the hot tub yet? Those are the three tests aren't they?"

Charlie was sitting back rubbing his now full tummy gazing at Sue's big chest, "The hot tub answer is important to me."

Shawna punched him in the shoulder saying she was going to make sure Sue had a conservative tank suit to wear to the tub.

Sue wanted to be a part of the conversation so she said, "I like beer, I just can't drink much as I get fuzzy real fast. I've never ridden on a motorcycle but would like to because it looks fun. Hot tubs I know about and I love them, I use the one at the rec. center almost every morning."

"Shawna looked at me and said, "We like to go late at night. It's very relaxing before we go to bed."

"I've heard couples do wild things up there late at night," Sue said looking at Shawna. She glanced at the grinning Charlie, checked my blushing expression then back to a now lewdly grinning Shawna and said with wide dark eyes, "Oh."

I saw a little shiver run down Sue's fame. I think she just considered the ramifications of a few couples in the hot tub together.

Glenda said, "Let's go finish, it's almost done. Then we'll do the new place and get their stuff put away."

Sue and I put the remaining food in the fridge and left the cooler on the patio. I dumped a case of beer into the cooler as ice always makes beer colder. We cleaned up the tables before heading to the old mobile home. We finished everything in an hour with Sue and me cleaning up the master bedroom.

We moved to the new place, Kathy's old house, and began putting things away, straightening and cleaning up what Kathy had left undone in her haste to leave. About five, Alice stood back and said, "I think it's done." Charlie stood in the hallway looking around while Shawna stood in the kitchen holding a dishrag. Both of them were nodding their head in agreement.

Shawna went to each of us and gave us a hug and kiss saying thank you to each of us. She said she couldn't thank us enough for what we had done and that we did it way ahead of schedule.

I looked outside noting the sun was now out with the street and grass almost dry. I caught Charlie's eye and said, "Let's get the stuff out of your storage shed and get it in this one."

Charlie's eyes got big, "I forgot all about that."

I told him to open this one up and I would back the truck up to the old one and we would just load everything up and haul it over. Any junk left over we would just put in the dumpster. I got the truck and met Charlie over there. He pushed his bike across the street but left it out till we had everything else moved in. We used the empty boxes we had and loaded up everything in the shed, which wasn't very much. We swept it out and took the boxes to the new shed. Twenty minutes later Charlie was backing his bike into the new shed.

He closed and shut the padlock saying, "Now it's done all done."

When I said it was beer time, I looked over at the patio to see five women over there. Ruth had joined Glenda and Martin, who were on the glider, as well as Alice, Shawna and Sue. Ruth was also in shorts and T-shirt. All six had a beer so Charlie and I got one and sat down as Abe pulled up in Alice's new car.

We all went out to the car ooing and ahing over how neat it looked and how nice it would be for Alice to have her own transportation. She said she still enjoyed Abe driving her around because it was more time they were together. How sweet Alice was.

Abe came up on the patio with the rest of us, pulled a beer from the cooler and sat down. Alice said she had used my phone to call Abe if that was all right. We all sat there happy with the results of the eventful day.

Tiny came strolling over to join us saying, "Have I lost a wife to the neighborhood gang?"

I handed him a beer and pointed to an empty chair between Ruth and Sue that I had been sitting in. I put one next to Sue and with my second beer in hand, sat back to enjoy the group.

Ruth said she was disappointed she had not been invited to help. She wanted to be included in stuff that we did as a group.

Sue grinned and with a red face said she thought Tiny and Ruth might enjoy our nighttime hot tub adventures too.

Shawna was almost leering as she glanced my way, "I talked to Sue a little about how much fun we have up there. She thinks she wants Steve to take her up there later."

Charlie was staring at his beer, trying to keep his eyes off Sue when he mumbled, "Me too."

Shawna nudged him but was grinning.

Sue blushed but smiled and I swear she stuck her chest even more if that were possible.

Ruth had recognition displayed on her face but Tiny looked confused. We guys are just not fast on some obvious stuff. Ruth leaned over and said, "I'll tell you later."

Abe thanked us for the beer and told me he was going to work at the shop the next day as he had picked up a few lawn mowers to repair. I said I had several leads for stuff but had not called any of them today. Alice said goodbye to all the ladies and was going to leave.

Abe turned around handing me a piece of paper said, "Here, this is the insurance check. You did all the work, probably better than I would have done. I endorsed it over to you and it looks like that was okay to do. Just wanted to keep things straight."

I sat down and was thinking, "That reminds me. Where do we get mail? I'm sure I have a bunch of stuff from the insurance company and haven't even thought about mail until just now."

Glenda picked up the phone and called the park office. She spoke with someone about codes then hung up. She went into my trailer and came back out with a piece of paper from my pad, "That's the combination for your mailbox. Your lot number and box number are 427. Sue? Why don't you walk him up there real quick so he can get his mail."

Sue nodded and stood. We walked up to a little covered patio with rows of mailboxes under it. I found 427 and the third time I tried the combination, it opened. It was stuffed. I pulled everything out and at the back was a note the box had not been able to hold all the mail. I was to go to the park office for the balance of my mail.

Sue had gotten mail from I suppose her box but pulled mail from another box as well. I asked Sue where the park office was and she laughed and pointed to a building twenty feet across the road with a large neon sign that said "Office." I'm really observant. We walked over to the office and I explained who I was and that I just found I not only had a mailbox but an overflowing mailbox. The attendant went into a room and came out with one of those plastic post office baskets and handed it to me asking me to return it when it had been emptied.

I couldn't imagine that I could have so much mail. I put the stuff that I had gotten out of the box into the basket for Sue and me to walk back to the house. I put the basket on the table but leafed through some of the stuff. Almost all of it had Abe's name on it. That figured; he had not put in a change of address on everything yet.

I went back outside asking everyone if they wanted me to cook for all of them or did they have plans.

Tiny said that Ruth and he had to go to a short cocktail party in a little over an hour so they needed to leave. Glenda and Martin said they were going out to eat with one of their kids at Red Lobster but we were welcome to come along.

I said I'd rather stay right here and enjoy supper and the evening with my friends on the patio. Charlie and Shawna were grateful to just relax after the hectic two days they had experienced.

"Chicken or Pork chops?"

"Can I stay?" Sue asked.

"Of course, I was planning on it," I said smiling at her. I repeated, "Chicken or pork chops?"

Shawna made up our mind, "Chicken, we'll have the pork chops tomorrow night."

I opened the shed and got out the grill to fire it up. Shawna was sitting, watching me and did that crazy thing women can do when they take off their bra without taking off their blouse or T -shirt. She pulled her bra out of sleeve and threw it on the table.

Sue said "Oh yeah, that's a good idea," performing the exact same trick only her cups were so big they were getting hung coming out of her sleeves. She got it off and followed me into the trailer with Charlie's eyes about to pop out.

Sue put her bra on the table and helped me get the chicken cut up ready to cook and eat. One more day and I would have frozen it so I was glad we were getting it prepared. I cut up six small chickens in halves. Sue put some green beans on the stove on low and got out some frozen corn on the cob.

Sue was looking bashful when she asked me if I had any corn not on the

cob. I looked at her questioningly and she answered, "I don't have any teeth. I lost them all in the accident. What were not knocked out they had to pull when they rebuilt my jaw."

I gave her a hug and kiss then got out a package of frozen corn. I'd cook both so I could get rid of the corn on the cob. I was beginning to want Sue to stick around awhile.

When I came out to check on the fire, Charlie said Shawna was taking a shower and would be right back. I told him to go take one too because it would be at least a half-hour before the food was ready. He nodded and took off. I put the chicken on, raising the grill and leaving the top off. We went inside and I said, let's get a shower too.

Sue colored a little and I suggested, "You take one first then I'll take one."

She panicked, "No I want to take a shower with you, I do, I'm just inexperienced in this intimate closeness stuff."

We took a quick shower. Erotic only because I couldn't control the little head as it stood up as soon as I viewed Sue nude. She was equally as excited as her giant nipples were sticking out another half inch. We didn't fool around though, we just enjoyed washing each other in the tiny shower.

We dried off and redressed in the same clothes. I checked the chicken, flipped it, lowered the grill and closed the lid. I made up four romaine salads and cut up some tomatoes on them and adding my home made ranch dressing I put them on the inside table to take out later. I put the corn on the cob in the microwave and pulled out some rolls I had and put them in a basket.

Sue found the flatware and dishes and set the big table outside for the four of us moving the extra two chairs away. Charlie and Shawna came back and got a couple of beers out. Shawna went inside to help get the last of the stuff ready. She brought out the salads so we could eat them before the chicken was done. Sue had a soda while the rest of us had a beer. The girls took the bowls inside while I turned the chicken one last time coating it with barbecue sauce. I went in to find everything in readiness. Shawna had buttered the cob corn and had the green beans in a bowl. The regular corn dinged so I took the bowl and cob corn out to put on the table.

Sue brought a big platter she found in time for me to take the chicken off the grill. We sat down and dug in. Sue had placed lots of extra napkins by each place so we could eat the chicken with our fingers. Twenty minutes later we all sat back with full bellies and sticky fingers. We took the leftovers and plates inside to clean up and wash our hands. The tiny kitchen was crowded with four people rubbing around on each other.

Shawna said, "If I keep looking at that big nipple sticking out like that I'm going to bite it or suck it or something. Damn, those things are irresistible."

Sue blushed but with her new confidence she shook them back and forth in front of Shawna, giggling.

Shawna and Sue insisted on doing the dishes while Charlie and I cleaned up the table. We cracked a fresh beer and sat back to relax. Shawna came out and curled up on Charlie's lap with another beer in her hand. Sue came out, checked out Shawna then did the same on my lap. Sue was a little taller than Denise had been but definitely lighter, even with her huge jugs.

We talked about nonsense for a half hour before Shawna said, "It's late enough lets go to the hot tub."

"Do I need to get my suit?" Sue asked.

Shawna answered pointing at Charlie, "Probably but if you did you would ruin his year. I'm going to get a robe and towels."

I took Sue inside to make sure she was okay with some nude hot tub fun. I told her other couples might do stuff that she may not be used to seeing. She said she was fine on both counts as long as she was with me. I had her strip and got my terrycloth bathrobe for her. It was a shortie on me so it was fine on her but could have been a bit bigger to accommodate her chest. Oh boy, Charlie was in for a treat.

We went outside and were locking the trailer when our now closer neighbors came over. We all walked down to the rec center peering around the wall to see if the tub was empty. There was water splashed on all the sides and the water was still moving indicating someone had just left. Charlie and I stripped while the girls hung up their robes. When they turned around, Charlie gasped. Shawna checked out our new tub buddy and said, "Nice."

Shawna got in the tub, immediately sat on Charlie's lap obviously wiggling her butt to excite him or to try to get him inside her. Charlie held her by holding and covering entirely her two small breasts and nipples.

Sue settled down next to me but immediately put her hand in my lap grasping my dick whispering, "That's my toy. I like that thing, I hope you'll let me play with it tonight."

She continued till I was standing tall. I looked across the tub to watch Shawna with her eyes closed moving up and down then around on Charlie. He had his head back and his eyes closed at the same time.

"I want to do that," Sue said.

I reached over and touched her between the legs. A flash of fear went across her face then she grinned and spread her legs. I slipped a finger down to her slit to see if she was a good oil producer. She moved her hips and my finger slid in up to the second knuckle. Wow, she was an oily creature, as much or more so than Denise.

I kissed Sue and picked her up facing away from me and sat her on my lap. She immediately leaned forward and used one of her hands to guide me in. As soon as she had me between her outer lips, she was forcing me into her moaning in rhythm with the sloshes from the other side of the tub.

Very quickly, Sue had me completely buried in her giving out with a loud groan. I held her differently than Charley was holding Shawna. I held her hips so I control the speed she would go up and down. She wanted to go fast and I wanted slow. She threw her head back in pleasure and moaned. That caused our tub buddies to open their eyes. Both of their mouths dropped open obviously gawking at the bouncing, now buoyant, boobs in front of them.

Sue was racing to get off, Charlie and Shawna were trying to imitate her and I just wanted a nice leisurely loving. As Sue neared her peak, her pussy squeezed me hard, sending chills up my spine and juice up from my balls. Sue gave a very loud groan and froze in place while I pumped a nation of sperm up into her. She relaxed laying her head back on my shoulder and took my hands and put them on her breasts using my fingers to pinch her nipples. That and her squeezing pussy were keeping me up.

Charlie and Shawna were in the final thrashes of release. Charlie's face was screwed up like he was trying hold back and Shawna's eyes and mouth were wide open, "Shoot it babe, shoot it honey, fill me, juice me." He apparently did as both of them let out a simultaneous groan before relaxing, both smiling.

Sue said, "That was hot. Damn now I'm excited all over again. Her pussy was squeezing my renewed hard on and she was beginning to sit up straighter and slightly moved up and down.

A relaxed Shawna watched as I pulled Sue's giant nipples for a couple of minutes then said, "I can't stand it."

She pulled off Charlie and came across the hot tub to first kiss a surprised Sue then lower her mouth to lock on one of the giant nipples. That did the trick for Sue as I could feel her gush as she rocked up and down on me.

Charlie was grinning. I could see the lewd look on Sue's face. She was watching Charlie watch her. She wiggled her finger in a "Come here" manner and he was instantly across the pool. She took his head, kissed him like Shawna had kissed her then pulled his head down to her other nipple.

Once again she moaned and I could feel a renewed flow of her oils. She turned her head to me kissing me with her long tongue shooting into my mouth and squeezing my dick as she was coming almost continuously from the stimulation.

Sue looked at me with a devilish grin and reached down between Charlie's legs. Her eyes flew open and she exclaimed, "That thing is huge. Not long but huge, Wow!"

She must have been jacking him off as Charlie groaned and I could see his hips moving.

This was what Shawna was waiting for, she raised her head, still pinching the nipple she had been sucking. She kissed Sue and asked, "Wanna try him, huh, wanna fuck him, wanna switch."

Sue looked at my grinning face then back at Shawna, "Oh yeah, I wanna try to get that thing in me."

Charlie physically lifted Sue off me with his great strength and carried her over to the side of the tub with the platform and laid her back and immediately started to try to fit his wide monster inside her.

Shawna dragged me across the tub and climbed up beside Sue and spread her legs. She pointed to her mouth, then down to her pussy mouthing "Please." I went down on her still oozing pussy and licked and sucked her to at least four orgasms. I stood up and slowly slid into her while watching Sue. Apparently Charlie had already come inside her once but kept right on pounding keeping himself hard. He was holding onto one of her massive breasts and he plowed his stump into her.

Sue opened her eyes and looked at Charlie. She looked at me apprehensively but I smiled at her and sent her an air kiss. She kissed me back mouthing, "I love you," my shocked expression made her smile but she spoke the words, "I love you Steve."

Shawna would have to say something of course. As she grunted through another orgasm sensing that I was close she said, "Must be true love Steve for some babe to be telling the one she loves, she loves him while my ole' man is fucking her, sending a couple of loads up that twat. This has to be a first."

Sue stuck her tongue out at her and said, "Bite me, I'm just getting some juice while my lover is juicing you. Besides, I had to try this big thing. Between the two of these guys, it's the best of both worlds. Wait till Ruth hears."

Little Shawna said, "I'd like to find out what kind of wanger is on Tiny. He is huge."

Sue said, "Ruth said he's just average in length but pretty wide. She says he can last forever though but is good for only one shot. These two seem to be able to come at will."

"I said speaking of coming," getting Shawna's attention. "You want it inside, in your face or in your mouth?"

You could see the confusion on her face, then finally said, "Mouth."

Good thing she spoke up as I pulled out and stood up on the seat pulling her up to a sitting position. Her mouth didn't make it for the first shot. It landed from her forehead down her nose, across her mouth and down her chin and neck. She got her mouth on me for the rest of my squirts.

"Oh that was so nasty," Sue said. "You have to do that to me."

About that time we watched Charlie trying to control his bellow while he emptied into Sue again. He was quick about pulling out then turned and sat with his eyes closed and mouth open moaning. Sue rolled over and began licking Shawna's face saying, "Don't want to waste my guys stuff," before she kissed Shawna sticking her tongue in her mouth and down her throat.

Shawna had a hold of my shrinking dick and was massaging the last of the juice out of me to pool on her belly. Sue saw it and swooped down, licked it up then returned to kissing Shawna.

I sat down on the seat satisfied too while the two girls finished loving each other. They sat up still kissing gently with Shawna saying, "We have to do this some more."

We got dressed and walked back to our area, with Charlie and Shawna going inside their new home and me walking toward my trailer with Sue.

Sue asked, "Your place or mine."

"Where would you feel more comfortable?"

"How about your place tonight, we tried mine earlier but I do want to spend the night with you."

We went inside. I had just bought a three pack of toothbrushes so I gave one to Sue and said I was sorry I didn't have anything for dentures. She said not to worry, as they fit well enough she didn't need the glue. The toothbrush would be fine.

I let her do her stuff so she wasn't embarrassed then I brushed my teeth. We snuggled in the bed. It was cool in the trailer because the air had been on all day to keep the moisture down. We kissed and kissed until I began making love to all of her including her breasts. She loved the nipple play and seemed to orgasm quickly that way. When I went to go down on her, she seemed hesitant. "Don't worry, I probably tasted him earlier and he's probably sucking up mine right now."

She laughed and pulled my face to her pussy. While I was teasing her clit, I introduced a finger upside down to see if I could find a special spot. As I glided across an area that felt different, she gave a grunt. When I sucked her clit, pinched a nipple and rubbed the spot all at once, she literally screamed. She also gushed enough fluids to drown half the park.

She couldn't keep it up and began beating on me, "Come up here, stop, no more, come up here, put it in."

I came up and we kissed sharing her juices while my long dick slid all the way home. Sue continued to come until I finally let loose, filling her. She had been wrapped around me but then just lay back with her arms and legs out to the side. "You have conquered me."

We fell asleep spooned. I was hugging her back while she had me tucked between her legs and my hand covering a nipple and part of a breast. Very pleasant.



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Chapter 18



Day Eighteen - Thursday

I woke up because I was having trouble breathing. I was enclosed by,,,,,,,, oh, yeah, Sue. We had turned toward each other during the night and she was hugging me, holding my face into her breast. This was nice but they are so big and firm there is no give to allow a little room to breathe. I moved to turn my head so I could breathe, unwilling to totally leave the wonderful pillows I was luxuriating on. The movement disturbed her and she hugged me even more tightly. But this time, my head was a little higher and turned so when she hugged me, one of her remarkable nipples pressed against my mouth.

I think the phrase is, "I ain't no sucker." Well in this case I was, so I opened my mouth and let the giant nipple in. The nipple became excited and I was nearly deep throating a woman. Sue hugged me tighter. I brought my free hand up to control the breast but just laid my hand on it spread wide, feeling the expanse, the firmness, the fullness of it. If you have something so fascinating, so erotic, so big and beautiful in your mouth it is instinctual, you suck. I sucked softly while gently caressing the expanse from her body to my mouth.

My now very firm morning erection was lodged between her legs but was lying between them with the head sticking out between the cheeks of her rounded tush. Sue moaned and began moving her abdomen in a fucking motion rubbing her clit on the top of my cock squeezing me even tighter to her nipple. The more I sucked the faster she undulated and rubbed on me and the firmer she hugged me till she opened her mouth and groaned loudly. I could feel her stomach quacking from what appeared to be a very nice orgasm.

Suddenly Sue rolled over pulling me on top of her, spreading her legs and fitting me into her now very moist pussy. She forced more and more of me into her until I bottomed out feeling the end of her depth. Some say that would be her cervix. I'm no gynecologist, I just know I can't go any deeper and with the few girls that I have been in the situation with, some liked it some didn't.

Sue pushed my sucking mouth off her very swollen nipple holding my upper body by the shoulders in the air with newfound strength. Her eyes were big round dark pools and her mouth was open in a gasp. She moved her hips in a rapid fucking motion totally controlling the three or four inch in and out of our connection. Her insides were going crazy on my dick and my balls said they were going to burst. This was instant consuming lustful passion.

She gave a huge gasp, and with a loud moan, she dropped my whole weight on her body hugging me to her while her legs wrapped around my waist to hold me still within her. Her pussy squeezed while my dick pulsed delivering all the juice built up over night. She closed her eyes tightly as I felt her stomach shiver and lots of juices squirt out around my bottomed out dick.

Sue relaxed completely, letting her legs unwrap from around me putting her feet beside my thighs, cradling my body while still enclosed in her pleasure center. Sue took my head between her hands and kissed me passionately. After one long kiss and many, many soft kisses she just hugged me to her.

"You sure know how to wake up a girl or at least how to wake me up."

She gave me few more kisses while still laying spread legged with her arms straight our from her side, "Wow, from a very sweet dream to absolute mind numbing orgasm in ten seconds flat."

We rolled to our sides so I could get my weight off her. Smiling at her, "It was a lot longer than ten seconds. I sucked on you for a couple of minutes after you stuck that delicious thing in my mouth."

"That's in my dream. I was nursing a baby, right out there on this patio. When I looked down, the baby had your face. The sensation of you sucking on me and me using your cock to rub my clit on was making me come. I woke up enough to realize what was happening and needed you inside me. I was really turned on. You know the rest."

"Um, I know this is really comfortable but I have to pee, bad," I said trying to disentangle us.

I slipped out of bed and stood over the toilet letting a healthy stream pour into the bowl. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sue at the door.

"I've never watched a guy go to the bathroom. That's so neat. You don't have to sit or anything, just aim and shoot.

She was almost making me laugh with her sincerity watching me pee. Laughing is not good when you have your dick in hand and urine gushing out of you. I finished, shook off, flushed the toilet, put the seat down and turned to the sink to wash my hands.

Sue was still standing there but with her hand cupped between her legs.

"Do you need the toilet?" I asked.

She smiled, "Yes but I just hate to let all this good stuff run out of me."

"You sit, I'll start the coffee then we'll shower together real quick and enjoy the morning."

I started the big pot, but thinking of what could be I built the little one as well. That would give eighteen cups worth, or about nine regular size mugs.

Sue was standing under the shower when I joined her. Turning her around facing the wall I made sure her hair was soaked. I took some of my shampoo and poured a generous amount into my hands then massaged it in to her thick auburn hair. I made sure I had squeezed the soap through all of it while I used my fingertips to massage her scalp.

Next I rinsed her hair thoroughly then did the shampoo again then rinsed. I had bought some conditioner to I pulled her hair out of the spray and applied the conditioner making sure it was on every strand. While the conditioner was setting, I used a soapy wash cloth to wash her back, arms down her buttocks all the way to her toes. Turning her around I had to stare at the sight of monsters in front of me then gently washed her neck, upper chest and stomach area then each individual breast. With a re-soaped cloth I hugged her to me and reached around and washed her rear crack down to the bottom of her pussy. Releasing her, I soaped up my hands then gently washed her pussy making sure I didn't get too much soap inside her.

Putting her head back under water, I rinsed out all the conditioner.

She opened her eyes and pulled me to her for a kiss saying, "You're hired."

I wet down my hair to wash it real quick but Sue took the bottle from my hand and told me to bend down. She repeated what I had done for her completely, including ending with her soapy bare hands washing my dick making it interested in what was happening. She finished just when the water was getting pretty cool. We got out and dried each other off laughing at my attempts to dry her breasts one handed. They were definitely two-handed boobs.

We dressed in the shorts and T-shirts from yesterday and spent some time combing out our hair. I just put mine in a wet ponytail while she took the brush outside to sit at the table. I brought two mugs of coffee out and sat with her.

"It's too early, it's not even light yet," she said. "We should have gone back to bed."

"Not too early, you would be surprised. See Glenda's up, her kitchen light is on and look behind you, Ruth's kitchen light is on. Here, I'll show you," reaching up to pull the chain for the light.

She was brushing out her beautiful brown hair for only a minute before we heard a screen door slam from Ruth's direction. Ruth came across the yard onto the patio with her coffee cup in hand. This morning she had on a robe that you could see through a little, letting you know she was bare beneath.

She came over and gave Sue a big hug, smiled at me then came around and hugged my face into her stomach. Sitting down she talked almost in a whisper, "I didn't see you come home last night and was almost worried. You are really rushing this guy. Slow down, take some time to smell the roses."

"It's not roses I'm sniffing." Sue grinned. "When we start kissing we create the sexiest smells and aura you'll ever sniff or taste.

Glenda was coming from her trailer and I could see the giant Tiny on his way from his, both carrying their coffee cups. Before they could sit, the diminutive Shawna came from her new place in another of Charlie's T-shirts carrying her cup.

Tiny gave Ruth a kiss, stuck a big hand into her robe and actually fondled one of her breast right in front of us. Ruth commented, "Don't mind him, he hasn't gotten his morning wake up yet."

Shawna sat in a chair that was a little away from the table. She put her feet up on the chair letting the T-shirt fall down to her waist displaying her red fur. With a hand massaging her crotch she said, "I couldn't wake Charlie up yet so I came over here to see if someone would like some red pussy."

Tiny choked and spit coffee from his nose. Glenda was laughing and shaking her head. She folded her arms on the table and put her head on them, "Shawna, you are too much."

Ruth loudly whispered Tiny's second cause to choke and send more coffee out of his nose by saying huskily, "Oh nice red pussy, looks good enough to eat."

Sue had gotten up to get Tiny some paper towels to clean him up with. He was wearing the same as I was so there was no harm done.

"Shawna, cover that thing up, here comes Martin," Glenda said. "Then again if you showed it to him long enough I might get a little later."

Tiny moaned, "Would you guys give me a break. I'd like to drink some coffee. You keep making me laugh and choke every time you move or open your mouths." He gained control of himself then asked, "Steve, is every morning like this?"

Ruth patted him on this crotch saying, "That's okay honey, I'll take you home and fix you up for the day in a little bit."

This made Tiny smile contentedly while he took an uninterrupted drink of his coffee.

"What did I miss," Martin asked coming up on the patio. "I woke up and my heater wasn't there so I had to come looking for her."

"These kids have been being their usual obnoxious selves. Our new breakfast club buddies are just as bad as the one's we already had," Glenda explained.

"It must have been funny the way Tiny was snorting. I left the house so fast, I forgot my cup."

"Hang on Martin, I'll get you one," I said getting up going into the trailer. Sue had made another pot in the big coffee maker so I got out another mug and poured him a cup from the small pot. I took Martin's coffee out to him along with the rest of the small pot to warm up everyone's coffee.

Martin was observing, "Yesterday Sue tantalized us with the very nice bikini, this morning Ruth is the stimulating view. Glenda, it's your turn tomorrow. Best go to Victoria's Secret today so you can be our show in the morning."

"That'll be the day. I don't want them to lose their breakfast." Glenda said sadly.

I leered at her then said, "Glenda, you're a fine looking lady. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I'd get off on checking you out. As a matter of fact, I already have, up at the swimming pool."

Charlie came on to the patio looking like he was still half asleep, dragged up a chair and sat between Sue and Shawna.

I got up and got Charlie a cup of coffee. As I put it front of him he said, "Thanks Bro, my little red headed biker bitch wouldn't go to sleep last night. She kept me up and I mean all of me up till almost three. God, I'm going to have to get help. I couldn't call you in to help cause we just knew you were probably balls deep in Sue."

Tiny was trying to do his nose spewing coffee routine but was able to contain himself to just choking.

Shawna punched Charlie, "Watch you mouth, there are ladies present you know. Besides you don't have to broadcast to the world that you fall asleep so easily."

"Easily, my uh, uh, my butt. You're insatiable. You could take care of four of me." Charlie looked up at Tiny and said, "Give me your number and next time she's in one these moods I'll call you so you can help. Christ I need to call several guys to handle this one when she's like that. What got you so wound up anyway."

"Oh, I'm just in lust with you, you big lunk. Enjoy it."

Martin was looking at Glenda but waving at all of us, "A little raunchy this morning huh?"

Abe pulled up in his pickup and came up to the patio. I got him a cup of coffee, starting the little pot again. I introduced him to Sue, Ruth and Tiny.

"Ruth and Tiny I've known for a long time but Sue was just moving her home in when we bought the house. Glad to meet you Sue, are you and Steve new friends?" Abe asked.

"More than friends," Ruth scoffed. "They haven't been apart since they met yesterday morning."

Abe turned to Charlie and Shawna, "Glad you got the move and clean up done? I'll bet it's a relief to know it's ready for the new owner. Are you guys having a formal closing or are you handling it as a straight vehicle purchase."

"They are buying a trailer. They pay me money and it's theirs. Then they pay sales tax at the county office. I don't know whether they have to pay the taxes if it's sitting but I know if they move it, they'll have to." Charlie answered coming out of his fog.

"I can look it up on the Internet," offered Sue.

"If they need to know, we'll ask you to do that. How is the Internet? Can you really find out about a lot of stuff?" Charlie was interested.

"It is fascinating," Sue began to answer. "If a question comes to mind, you just use Magellan or one of the other search engines and presto, like magic you have hundreds of answers or at least sites that have information that will answer the question."

"I'm going to need a computer to keep track of my equipment and the business transactions. If I don't get some good records started, my taxes are going to be a bear. All these things happening and this was supposed to be a vacation," I said thinking how much my life had changed in a couple of weeks.

Tiny said, "You knew I'm an accountant didn't you? I can help you set up your record keeping."

"The first thing he has to get is Quick Books. The program is great and really has everything you need to keep your records all the way to preparing the year end reports for taxes." Sue said.

Tiny came back with, "Quick Books is the easiest and probably the best way to go for a new small business. The important thing is to keep accurate records for every penny out and in. I say out first, as you can't do anything for someone else without incurring an expense first. You also need to incorporate as an S-corporation or a C-corp. Get an attorney, he'll help you with that."

"I have a guy already who is doing the corporation. I guess I need to call him about that. I have a ton of calls to make today so that will be another one. I probably will have several errands to run too."

Tiny said it was time for him to get ready. Ruth smiled at everyone and said she was going with him to put a smile on his face. Glenda looked at Martin, grinned and nodded toward home. He was out of his chair in a heartbeat almost dragging Glenda across the yard. Charlie and Shawna were smiling.

Shawna said, "Let's get an early start, I want to finish the knuckle so we can have all the money for our new place. I want it paid for, all ours free and clear. Then we need to save up for some babies to fill it up." With that said she sat on Charlie's lap and kissed him thoroughly.

Sue sat on my lap and snuggled into my arms, "So you have lots to do today?"

"I have some important calls to make. Some of them could result in short trips to see people. If you want to come along, you would be welcome. I also have to go through my mail that we picked up yesterday. I should have done that while Abe was here but I can drop it off at the shop on my way out."

"Where's your shop?"

As we were talking Charlie and Shawna walked off holding hands, moony eyed at each other as they went to get ready for work.

"Just a couple of blocks south of here. That workshop storage place you pass every time you go back and forth."

"Oh yeah, that's close. That's between here and Tampa V-twin where Charlie works."

I told Sue, "Charlie and Shawna, Shawna is a wrench too. She's pretty good. Those two are just as funny at work as they are around here."

Sue said while stretching her legs out, leaning back against me then stretching her arms, "I need to check on orders that have come in and arrange some shipping. That won't take too long. You make your calls and I'll get my stuff done, dress and come back over. What should I wear."

"Jeans should be fine. Most of the places I'm going to go are jeans type of places."

I thought for a second, "Since you know all about computers, we'll go to a store and buy a computer and the software I need. I've used computers at the oil company but haven't set up anything or used the Internet. Would you help me?"

Before she could answer I said, "I'd also like to cut my beard down to a very short beard. I'm not ready to cut it all off yet but short would be good."

"You don't have to cut your beard for me. I like the guy under all that fuzz. It's funny how you have such a bushy beard and you're not really very hairy. Very little chest hair with just a little on your tummy. But like I said, I like who's inside. That's the guy I fell for before I ever met you. Tell you what, I'll bring my scissors with me when I come back. Who cut it before, Kathy?"

"Glenda did it."

"I'll just let her do it again. She just loves you like her own kid or even like a guy she'd like to ah, know more about," Sue said with a laugh. "Let her do it, I know she would want to. Let's get going. Do your mail. By the time you're done, you should be able to call people."

For the first time in over twenty-four hours Sue and I separated. That was intense. I didn't even want to analyze my feelings for her. It was all too fast.

I cleaned up the tables and took the cups inside. I ran water in the sink to wash what cups there were. I kept my cup and poured the last of the coffee then attacked the basket of mail. After I pulled out all of Abe's stuff, there were just a few things for me. One was a nice check from the insurance company. There was a dividend check from the oil company that I didn't know what it was for. I would call and ask later. There was a large envelope from the insurance company with my policies plus a letter with the summary of information for the business policies I had asked for. The last envelope I opened was from the state. It was my carry permit. I needed to go to the DMV to get my picture taken to get a permanent card issued. I thought that was a lot faster than I expected.

I would need to go to the bank today too to deposit the check from Abe and the other insurance check and the dividend check. I had made a nice little sum on doing the repairs to the trailer and shed. I needed to pay Martin for the window since Abe said Martin had done the job. I contemplated calling the list of people I had been given then made another list of things I needed to buy.

I need a computer and printer. I would have to find out how to get Internet access.

There would be a bunch of different software I would need. Hopefully Sue would know what to get.

I wanted to get some new boots. Not work boots but maybe cowboy boots or engineer type boots that I could ride in. Something other than my work boots to give them a rest, let them air out a day or so.

I also wanted to get some more coveralls as I could ruin a lot of clothes on the stuff I had been doing. Seems the more delicate the work, the more sparks that burn you.

I called the first name on the list. Sam Burns. A lady answered, I told her who I was and she went to get Mr. Burns.

"Are you the guy that did the frame for Jan?" he asked to start the call.

"Yes sir."

"Can you do that with regular metal?"

"Sure that would be easier."

"If I gave you a job, would you have to do it at your own shop or could you do it here."

"Depending on how physically large the job is would dictate where best to do a job. I can do it where ever you would prefer."

"You wouldn't mind dragging your stuff somewhere else to work?"

"I have a mobile set up so I kind of bring my shop with me."

"Okay, I build race cars, stock cars, dragsters, sprints, formulas, all kinds of racecars. I need two to four frames a month. I have a guy that works for me but he's a better mechanic than welder and really doesn't want to do it. There's another company in town that is a custom place that does frames but they're so fucking expensive, I hate to use them. Correction, they're really not expensive for a great job, but they don't do a great job and they are slow. So slow you can't tell if they're moving. This is precise work. Very exacting. Each bend and length has to be correct. I have prints for each job. Jan said you used a print for her job and even made Dell go get copies. She said the result was perfect. That's what I need, but on a larger scale. What do you think."

"Sounds interesting and the type of work I like. I'll come by later today and look at a print, okay?"

"Good, I have one job that needs to be started soon. So the sooner you can do it the better."

I got his address then called the next name. I recognized his name, as he was a big NASCAR team owner.

The conversation was about the same as the car builder except he wanted to hire me full time. When I declined he said that he probably had too much work for me to sub it. I asked him how many cars he built a month. He said he only built eight to ten a year but he was always doing repairs. I told him that how about I do the frames for building the car and he hire a guy to do repairs. That guy could travel with him and work on stuff on the road. I didn't want to travel.

He told me to stop by as that may be an answer. I told him that since I didn't do sheet metal other than weld it, he could probably get a decent body man as what he would be doing mostly is sheet metal and slight frame bending, not re-welding. He agreed and I got his address too.

The third guy was a little guy that was building a couple of drag bikes. It was funny because the first thing he said was, "I can't pay four or five grand for a frame. Materials and everything, maybe thirty-five tops for an alloy frame, one like Jan's. He said he had prints so I told him I could probably build one like Jan's for about twenty-eight. He asked, "How soon?" I told him to get me two sets of prints and half the money. I would expect the other half on delivery. He told me to tell him the exact amount and he would give it to me when I came by for the prints. His shop was close, just a couple of miles.

I was balancing my checkbook when Sue came in the door. She had on Levi's, a real loose shirt that almost hid the size of her chest but almost made her look fat. I think it was her disguise. She also had on western boots with the standard dogging heel. As she stepped into the trailer I noticed her boobs didn't bounce so I knew she was wearing her hardware.

She moved the box of guns to the couch to sit down asking me what I was going to do with them.

"First I'm going to clean them, then I'll put them where they need to be. Do you know how to shoot?"

"No, I've never shot a gun."

"Want to learn?"

"Yes, I do. I'd love to know how to shoot. I want to have some kind of protection. Sometimes guys scare me to death, especially after I've turned them down not wanting to go out with them. I've not been comfortable with anyone. And since my accident I haven't been much to look at until recently."

"I can't believe that," I said patting her hand. "Your personality is so beautiful your gorgeous inside. You're pretty outstanding outside too, but inside is where it counts."

"Thanks," Sue blushed. "I would like to learn to shoot though."

"Tell you what, I'll clean up two of these real quick then if we have the time, we'll stop at a little shop that has a range. We'll spend a few minutes getting you familiar with a gun then over a period of this coming week, you and I will try to go to a few ranges. I'll get you shooting as good as Shawna does."

"Shawna did help you with that bunch didn't she? Did Charlie shoot too?"

"Charlie's not a good shot but Shawna has a history. She had to shoot before and is not afraid. Plus she's a damn good shot."

I spread an old towel and stripped the 9-millimeter and the .380. Using the cleaning kit I had purchased, I cleaned then re-assembled them. I got the carton of ammo from the bedroom closet and filled the magazines. Then thinking about what I had promised Shawna, I cleaned up my almost new .44 to take with us to the gun shop.

I cleaned up everything and put the guns and the ammo boxes into the closet. I was going to have to think about those Mac-10's. Another question for the gun shop. The shot gun would be a question too, as I really didn't need a pistol grip 12 gauge pump with a short barrel. If I had a shotgun, I had to be able to hunt with it if I wanted.

I put on a fresh pair of jeans and a fresh T-shirt. I needed some regular shirts that would be dressier. I put on my boots in the kitchen telling Sue what I thought our route would be.

We went to the pickup with the three guns and the tray of mail and drove directly to the storage place. Abe was working on his lawn mower stuff. He said he had another of the motors done that I had gotten from the auction. I said I would work on getting those he had finished sold.

After giving him the basket of mail, I described my telephone conversations saying that I would need a workspace to do some of the work. A car frame was big and I would need space to work around it. Abe went to the space on the other side of his, away from our storage area and opened the big doublewide door. It was twice the width plus another ten feet deep. Abe said he would bet the owner would give us a good deal on it, as he didn't think a big unit like that would be popular. I nodded.

Sue and I walked up to the office and I asked what the new space would be. The owner looked at me and said, "I thought you said you were on vacation. You have that old guy back there slaving away and you're in and out with your big truck. Are you really on vacation?"

"I was but opportunities have made me want to do a few jobs that'll make some money. You need money to be on vacation."

He had been figuring out something and said, "You already have two units for a hundred each. I'll rent you the third one for a hundred and a quarter. That would be three and a quarter a month, okay?"

"You guys have bathrooms here right?"

"There are men's and women's bathrooms at the end of each building. There is a locker room with showers in back of the office. Some of the guys use it when they get back at night before going home. I don't have a ladies shower though," ogling Sue.

"Can I get more lights installed in that bigger unit? I think the one Abe is working in could use more lights too. And can I get a telephone put in?"

"Make it three-fifty a month and I'll make it real bright in both of those units and include the electricity."

I groaned, "I forgot about that, I'm probably going to need 220 for my arc equipment. That could get expensive as far as power goes."

"I'll run two-twenty outlets on all three sides while we're doing the lights. How about three seventy-five a month. If you don't use that much more power, I'll cut you back. If you use too much more, I'll charge you more."

"Okay. Do the power right away. Let me pay up for the new unit to match the other two then I want to prepay another three months now. I'll write you a check."

The guy was ecstatic and said, "For the advance just write me a check for a thousand fifty and I'll throw in the first two weeks on the new space. I'll have power in by tomorrow. I'll call right now."

I wrote the check, before Sue and I went back to see Abe. I told him what I had done and what the deal was. He was happy about the light and said that I might want to put 220 in his unit too so he could put in a decent compressor. I told him to mention it the owner and I'm sure he would do it. Abe also suggested he get me a workbench like his. I thought a minute about it and agreed. Especially building a bike frame, a bench would be necessary.

I used my cell phone and ordered a phone to be put into Abe's shop knowing I could use it as well. That made Abe happy. I told him to order some business cards to pass out. I was going to have to get some too but would do it myself. I asked him to keep track of everything he spent so we could work out someway to reimburse him. He said as long as he could do a couple of little jobs for himself, that he was fine.

I needed a notebook so I could write all this stuff down.

We took off and stopped at the bike builder's place. He gave me two copies of the blueprint and a check. I wrote him out a receipt on a plain sheet of paper with the details of our agreement and signed it. There was something else I needed.

Heading back into town there was a Staples so I pulled in. I picked up a pack of little notebooks and a box of pens. I also got a book of standard receipts thinking that I would probably have to have some printed. I also picked up a brochure of their business card printing. We looked at computers but Sue told me that we should stop at a dealer she knew.

When we went back to the truck, I put the pads and pens in the glove box except one each that I wrote a bunch of notes in. The stuff that Abe needed, writing down compressor, parts washer, bead blaster, large tool chest. All of those things I could use in my work too.

Sue said the computer store was just down the street so we drove in and parked. It wasn't a big place but had a ton of equipment. A chubby geeky looking guy with thick glasses came out of a back room and fell all over himself greeting Sue saying it was nice to see a good customer. Sue introduced him as Sam and told him what I wanted. He asked me how much I wanted to spend. My response was easy, "What it takes."

He said he had a new Gateway with a printer that should be fine. He suggested that I might want a two-monitor set up with the new Windows so I could do several things at once. I told him if it was going to make me more efficient, give it to me. I told him the only thing I knew was to make sure he gave me as much ram as he could stuff in the box. He grinned and said that was where most people made their mistakes. He asked if I wanted him to load all my software and yes I did. He could give me OEM operating system and Office 97 Professional but I would need to bring him the Quick books. I asked him about Internet access and he told me to call GTE and get theirs, as it was reasonable and good. He said that GTE would have DSL soon or I could get RoadRunner through cable. Sue said she used RoadRunner. I made a note in my notebook then said I would be right back.

Sue and I went back to Staples and bought quick books and some paper for the printer and took the software back to Sam. I wrote him a check for everything and he said to pick up the completed package later that afternoon.

Next stop was something to eat as I didn't eat breakfast. We went into Denny's and had a breakfast lunch then headed to the race car builder. He showed me the blue print of the first car he wanted me to build. It didn't look all that difficult. The steel was going to be pretty heavy and I mentioned that to the guy. He said that was fine on this one as they had a minimum weight for the completed car. I asked him if he supplied the material and he said yes. I asked him for the prices he paid for his bar stock. He paid a fair price for it so I left it at that and said I would bring my truck and build the frame on site but I wanted to have access to the shop facilities later than five. He laughed. Trust me, you won't be working longer than guys will be here. He said there were groupies that were there till midnight or later every night.

We were going by home depot so I stopped to get some grinding stones that mounted as drill bits. There were small ones, flat ones, cone shaped and discs. I bought a couple each along with a new DeWalt cordless with two extra batteries. I bought another long heavy-duty extension cord and a multiple outlet strip. These would be for the truck.

Next stop was the lawyer. He had my corporation package completed including the articles that I had to sign. He thought I would be best served as a C-corp. He had my federal I.D. number along with a state sales tax number. He cautioned me about keeping records and paying my taxes on time. I assured him that I was working on that right then. I paid him, shook hands and said I hoped I didn't need him often. He told me to call him if I had a legal question and to use him a little early rather than a lot late.

I took my stuff down to the truck and we left to see Gene, the NASCAR guy. He was real impressed with Sue, even in her disguise. I think he saw through the blowsy shirt knowing there was a surprise beneath. He said he had thought my plan through and felt it was the way to go. He showed us his immaculate shop and a couple of his racecars. He had a frame sitting there as if it were ready to be fitted with the rest of the stuff a racecar would need. The welding work on it sucked. Whoever did the job wasn't very proud of their work. A couple of the welds didn't look like they would hold under stress.

Gene handed me a blue print, a compass and a couple of squares for angles and a ruler then asked me to check the frame for him. The first measurement and bend were off. I looked around, saw a black board so I went over grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote on the frame what the corrections should be. Just about every measurement or angle was off a little so I wrote exactly the difference at each place. I noted the bad welds along the way too. Sue was helping hold the tape at the different points plus she understood how to use the compass and the squares to find the correct angle. I even gave a slight difference a pass but noted them anyway.

When I was done, I called Gene over and showed him the markups. He wanted them noted on the blue print copy he gave me. Sue said she would do it while I talked to Gene. He asked me what I thought of the job. I didn't want to cause him any problems but I thought I might as well be honest. I had enough work coming in that I didn't need his work.

"It's really poor quality. If the measurements were important for a tech inspection you would fail. Second, some of the stress angles are far enough off I don't think the car would track. Third, the quality of the welds and the clean up around them are really poor. Last of all there are a couple of places you could hit with a hammer and the welds would break. All in all you have a bunch of junk that would cost more to fix than it's worth."

Gene laughed, "Now tell me how you really feel."

I shrugged.

"I felt the same way although you found all the stuff that I needed to know. You're looking at what someone wants four grand for, not including the pipe. I don't think it's worth it. These same guys usually put out a decent product but this one sucks. Their work is never great but shit, not this bad. I saw what you did for Jan. Can you do that with regular steel?"

"Sure, regular steel is easier," I said. "I have a suggestion that I'm wondering if you need flex or do you need rigid?"

"Since we adjust as we need to, it doesn't make a difference. What we want is strong."

"How about building the frame with tubing that's eighteen percent stainless? Similar to expensive construction bars. It's a little lighter but it would be stronger."

"Where would I get that kind of tubing?"

I pulled out my notebook and wrote down the number of the supply house the oil companies used, "Try these guys, they are really fair and very fast on delivery. Tell them I told you to call."

Sue came over with the blue print neatly marked with arrows pointing to the area for each note. Gene looked at it and nodded then rolled it up.

"So, you don't want to fix it?" pointing to the frame.

"It would take to long. I can build one faster than I could fix that one. At least three of the long sections are too short so I would have to use fresh tubing anyway. Might as well build one from scratch."

Gene shook his head. "I need that thing by this weekend. How fast could you build it?"

"Do you have the tube material in stock?"

"Yep, enough for four more frames."

I looked at Sue, then walked her out of hearing range, "Mind if I make a quick four grand?"

She grinned as I asked, "Mind if I help?"

I thought about it a couple of seconds then said, "That will be fun, let's do it. I'll pay you like a helper."

I went back to him and said, "Gene, I'll build it right here. I have to get my truck and a couple of other things then I'll be back. I should be able to be back by four. I'll get started and work on it tomorrow. If we put in a long day, we may get it done."

Gene shook my hand.

We drove directly to Sears and bought a couple sets of coveralls for each of us. Next I drove over to the welding supply shop and bought two sets of light and one set of dark goggles, a pair of gloves and a smock for Sue.

On the way home, we stopped at the little gun store. I took all the guns in. I handed the .44 to the gunsmith and said to put the shorter barrel on it and test it to make sure it still shot straight. I bought some reloads and we went to the range. First I showed Sue all about the .380. How to make sure it was unloaded and all the other safety features. I put a magazine in and used the slide to chamber a round. I showed her the safety then pointed it down range and fired at the silhouette. I ejected the magazine, ejected chambered round put it back into the clip then handed the gun and the magazine to Sue.

She did right. She kept the piece pointed away from us shoving in the magazine firmly then chambering a round. She used both hands in a movie star stance and pulled the trigger. The gun raised and the round went way high. I held her arms telling her to sight again, then squeeze her trigger finger. She fired again and this time she hit the top of the target. Then with fierce concentration she squeezed off the rest of the rounds hitting the silhouette with most of them. With the slide locked back, she ejected the magazine and laid the gun down grinning, "That is fun."

I put the 380 in my pocket and went through the same routine with the 9-milimeter. I handed her the gun and the magazine and she followed my instructions and sighted down range. She was much more relaxed than before. Her first round hit the side of the target. The next nine, all hit the silhouette. I took the two guns to a little cleaning station the store owner had in the back of the range and began cleaning the 9-mil. Sue took the .380 brushed and swabbed the barrel then wiped the gun down. While I was filling the 9-mil magazine with the regular rounds, she asked for the .380 rounds and filled that magazine. We pulled the silhouette up and changed it for the next guy. Sue wanted the silhouette target she had been firing at.

We went into the store. The owner/gunsmith complimented Sue on her shooting. She smiled and said I was a good teacher. She asked him about applying for a permit. He had her fill out the paperwork then filled in the class date as of today saying, "I saw you go through all the safety aspects. Keep doing it with her. I'll put down that you were the instructor and all is fine. Say, did you get your permit back? I put a rush on it."

"Just did, thanks. I have to go get my picture taken yet though."

"Get it done, the temporary permit is only good for thirty days."

We left for the house with Sue excited about shooting. She really had done well for her first time with a pistol. I promised to take her to a range often.

We changed into our coveralls. I asked Sue if she had work boots or maybe even heavy sneakers. She said she had some hiking boots and went to get them.

We went to the storage lot, took off the cover on the big truck and I had Sue drive the pickup so we could leave the truck at Gene's shop that night.

We got back to Gene's shop about three-thirty, were set up by four with a fresh blue print hanging on the wall. Before I made the first cut, I called the bike shop to tell Charlie and Shawna we were going to work late and where we would be. Shawna was excited that I was already working.

I laid out all of the full-length pipe that would have the same bend. I chalk marked each piece with a number and noted a number on the print. Next I cut the straight pieces to the exact length then marked them too. Sue marked the print. Next I cut up the shorter pieces that had to be bent and started to mark them. Sue took the chalk and said she could follow my marking plan and would do that. I should just measure carefully and cut even more carefully, she would do the rest.

I had everything cut and bent by six. That was cooking. I set up my table to hold this first piece and cranked up my good wire feed on the truck. I made the first weld and looked at it critically re-measuring the angle. It was correct. I put the second piece on the same. I connected all of the entire front section then started working on the rear.

It was nearing seven so I asked Sue to go find us a sandwich or pizza or something. I gave her a fifty and she was off. I really cooked on the rear end, as it was easier. All the measurement was coming out perfect. Last was the main chassis that would hold the driver. It was really complicated. I had only begun tacking a couple of lower pieces together when Sue came back with two giant subs and a gallon of iced tea. She was amazed that the rear was done.

She said she needed to be doing something while I was welding, as I wasn't paying any attention to her standing around looking pretty.

I laughed and said I would show her how to grind the welds to smooth them out. We ate our sandwiches enjoying a few minutes break together.

I had gotten out the charger for the cordless and had two batteries charging. I showed Sue how to fit a grinding bit into the drill, then ground one weld till it was just about perfect. I made sure she knew to never operate the grinding or drilling tool without her goggles. I brought out the tray of files and showed her how to use a file to clean up the last of a ridge. Next I showed her where the sandpaper was and how to polish off the weld. I pointed out how the welds were supposed to look like one tube grew out of the other. She tried another spot and did pretty well. She kept at it until she went to a file and finished cleaning it up, when she used the sandpaper then she sat back and asked my opinion. It was really very good for a first try. I showed her how to use the round files to give the weld a smooth look that finished off the connection.

I went back to welding and actually finished the entire cage by ten. Sue was done with the front and had started on the rear section. I looked around the shop and brought all the frame stands over to the area we were working in. I set up the front end and the main cage together. It took me almost thirty minutes to get it shimmed up to be exact. I measured it and checked the angles three times before I started tacking. I re-measured the angles and made the permanent welds.

The more I welded the smoother the bead. Shaping these would be easier.

I had Sue help me set up the rear to fit onto the chassis. It went pretty fast, as she was equally as critical on the angles. She re-measured after tacking and wasn't satisfied with one area. It was about a half a degree off. I checked all over to find what caused the difference. We re-measured and checked the angles leading up to it. The other side was perfect but this side was not.

I finally found one of the tacks was loose. I told Sue to close her eyes. I zapped it then told Sue to re-measure. She smiled and said, "Perfect." So I finished the permanent welds. We were done except the cleanup and drilling the holes where they were needed.

The guys in the shop said they were ready to go home soon. I looked at my watch to see it was eleven-thirty. I asked Sue to sweep up while I put away the tools and closed up the truck. I put the cover over the truck and we told the shop guys we were leaving and left.

We drove by a Taco Bell and that was open late, got a dozen tacos, and headed home. We ate and had some beer. Sue said for us to go to her place and to bring the coveralls as she could wash all of them so they would be more comfortable. I gathered some clean underwear and my toothbrush and toothpaste and went to her place.

Sue checked her orders, typed a few things onto her computer and stripped in the living room telling me to do the same. She put the clothes in her washer and pulled me into her big shower. We scrubbed each other off, toweled off then crashed in her bed.

Ahhh, nice. We kissed and hugged with her telling me how exciting it was to work with me all day. I told her she was a great worker and had done a lot. Her eyes were drooping so we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up about three, Sue was stroking my cock, trying to fit it into her while straddling me. I pulled her face to me for a kiss with her saying, "I didn't get any before we went to sleep. I woke in your arms and just had to have you, right now."

We did some serious thrashing around and were lying back drifting off again by three thirty.



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Chapter 19



Day Nineteen - Friday

I woke at six with brown hair in my face and Sue's head on my chest. I hated to wake her but we needed to get going. I kissed her awake saying it was time. She smiled and asked if she could interest me in some loving.

"How about when we finish the job, we'll celebrate," I said hugging her.

She smiled and got up going straight for the washer to put the clothes she had washed the night before into the dryer. I put on my shorts and the T-shirt I had brought saying I was going to start the coffee.

Over at my trailer, I started the small pot first and also assembled the big one. The small pot is really fast so I had coffee by the time Sue looked in on me. I brought her a cup along with one for me and she pulled the light switch and kissed me.

Ruth and Tiny came walking from the back, Glenda and Martin from the side and Charlie and Shawna from the front. The eight of us discussed the previous day. Charlie and Shawna were really excited that I was doing work for the NASCAR guy. Charlie said knowing someone like that could be a career maker. I told him about the offer of traveling with him. Charlie almost drooled.

"Not for me," I told everyone.

I asked Glenda where was her Victoria Secret stuff. She blushed and said she didn't have the guts to wear it out here yet. Tiny told her he would love it if she did.

Martin added, "If she wore it out here, she'd wear me to a frazzle. Just trying it on for me had us acting like we were teenagers."

Glenda blushed but said, "You were the stud yesterday. You probably won't be able to handle any for a week."

"Try me sweet stuff, try me," Martin grinned.

I asked Glenda if she could cut my beard shorter again so I could have a close cut beard. She jumped up heading for her place and came back with her scissors and a big towel. She worked my face over till she stood back and looked me, "Now you're really handsome."

Sue, Shawna and Ruth all agreed. I told them I just wanted to look more business like. Charlie kidded me saying, "Yep all the yuppie business types I know have two foot long pony tails."

We sucked up two rounds of both coffee pots before saying it was time to get going. I put everything away and rinsed out cups before heading over to Sue's to get dressed. The coveralls were a nice light blue and came out of the dryer looking good.

We stopped at a Burger King for a sausage, biscuit and egg sandwich along with a container of milk each. That should get us through till lunch.

We walked into the shop at eight sharp. Gene was staring at the frame. He had one of his squares measuring angles and a tape measure holding it to check a length as we approached.

"There is no way you did this already," he said.

"It's not done. We have most of a day yet probably," I said pointing to welds that had not been cleaned up.

"Where?" he asked.

"All these have to be cleaned up to look like those in the front. We have all of the chassis and cage plus we have to finish the rear. I haven't drilled any of the holes yet or mounted any of the tabs."

"You'll do that too? For the same money?"

"Sure unless you want to pay us more. Now I need the plate metal for the tabs."

"My guys will drill the holes but I'd really get off on you doing the tabs. I'll get the blanks over here right now."

We got out all the equipment, put the old battery on the charger and put in the fresh one. I showed Sue that on some of the welds the straight grinder would work better and on some of the welds the conical one would be good. She understood and started in as a guy walked up with a handcart full of plate blanks.

I measured up and cut all the blanks marking each one with chalk and numbering the print, continuing from the last number Sue had stopped at.

I shaped any that needed it and smoothed all the edges of the rest.

I double checked the prints and measured multiple times then tacked the piece. I tacked a group of tabs then went back and re-measured. I repeated the process till I double-checked every thing to make sure they were all accounted for. I got an electric drill out of the truck fitted the grinder bit and started grinding the welds. I had done a good job and there was hardly a bead. I used the files followed by the sandpaper on each one.

Sue had finished up the tube welds on the tabs. We finished by eleven. I went out to the truck and got my drill bits and clamp set. I checked the print and had Sue help find the exact spot for the hole. We measured several times checking to make sure the hole would be at the right degree of the tube. I set the clamps, making sure once more the hole was where it should be, turned on the drill then used the control arm to lower the bit while squirting a little oil on the bit and bar contact.

There were only about two dozen holes. By almost one o'clock we were done. I put all my tools away and closed up my table while Sue swept up around the frame. We stood together looking at the frame checking all the contacts admiring our work.

I went to get Gene. He looked up and asked, "You done with those tabs already?" as we walked to the frame.

He was looking at the welds shaking his head, "This is beautiful work." His hand caught and he saw the hole. He started looking at the print then back at the frame and asked, "You drilled all the holes already too?"

"Thought you should get your money's worth. We want to do more for you as you need us."

"You have my business. If the other team owners find out about you, you'll be all over the area building frames. You really do nice work."

He had one of his senior crew chiefs come over and had him check it out. Everyone was happy so Gene came out with a check for us. We shook hands then I looked at the check. "This isn't what we agreed on."

"The extra is for the speed and the extras you gave me. You know the tabs and holes and especially for the nice work. Just say I gave you a tip so you'll do more work for me."

We shook again before Sue said she would follow me to the storage place.

When we got there I remembered that I had not ordered the material for the bike frame. I used my cell phone and ordered two sets of the material to be delivered to the shop. After giving them my credit card number, I asked if I could get some kind of account with dating. They had to have my credit card account as guarantee. That was reasonable so the deal was done. I told them this order should be paid for when they shipped it. I was assured it would go out today.

Sue said for us to go to the computer store to get my equipment. Sounded good to me. Sam was glad to see us but said he wasn't worried as I had already paid for the PC. He had ordered an Internet account from GTE for me and had it all set up with the Windows 98 installed.

Sue said she would show me how to do everything else but the big thing would be for me to get used to entering everything on as near a daily basis as I could.

We loaded the computer in the pickup and headed home stopping at the grocery store for some romaine, four big porterhouse steaks, some potatoes to bake and a couple of packs of frozen chopped spinach. I wanted to make some Caesar dressing and found a small food processor that was the perfect size. I bought the other ingredients to make the dressing and we were on our way home.

We brought everything into my place and looked at how we were going to re-arrange the living area to accommodate the PC. Sue had the solution, "You don't use the counter much. It's so big, the PC will fit on it and you'll still have counter space. It'll be perfect for you.

We made all the connections and plugged the phone cable into the convenient wall phone outlet. She turned it on and let it boot, helping me put in passwords as we went. She booted Internet explorer and used the passwords Sam had written down for us. She showed me how to type in the address for a site. She pulled a card out that Gene had given her. She had me type in the URL address and it came right up. We looked through the site with my marveling at the information that was available.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," she said and typed in the name www followed by biggirlclothes then a dot com. A site with very large women decorating the page showed up. Sue was in the middle, much, much heavier in the picture than she was now. I pointed to it and she said that was a hundred and thirty pounds ago. When I lost all that weight, the things that didn't shrink were these as she fitted her tits in her hands through the coveralls. She smiled at me and asked, "Does that make you a happy camper?"

"Sure."

"The weight loss or the tits?"

"If you wanted to lose the weight then I'm glad you did but of course I'm happy you still have a very nice chest. If we had met and you were a hundred and thirty pounds bigger, I would have enjoyed you just the same. It's you I like."

"You say the nicest things."

She explained how she had an agreement with a clothing manufacturer. They supplied her with a catalog that she displayed on her site. She took orders that were sent to both the manufacturer and her. She followed up on everything to make sure everyone was taken care of and checked her bank account for the money being deposited from credit cards. She said she didn't make a ton of profit but it had grown until she could soon live on it very nicely.

"You do this all on the Internet?" I asked marveling how compact everything was.

"The more big girls that get on the net, the more business I get."

I called the bike shop to tell them that we were going to have porterhouse steaks. Charlie said they would knock off before six and be home. I told Sue that I needed to run to the bank to get a business account and she said she would go do some of her order input and be back over.

The bank was easy, I showed the corporation articles that were still in the truck and signed the signature card. They said my checks should be there next Wednesday to pickup. I deposited the five grand check and drew out fifteen hundred from my personal account in a cashier's check for Sue. I asked for a visa card for the business account and they said it would arrive at my home address in a few days.

I showered and put on some shorts and a T-shirt to make dinner. I had just popped a beer and was looking through the card-printing brochure when Sue came in. She gave me a kiss and I said, "I have something for you."

"Save for later, we have to start supper soon," she said now giving me a hug and another kiss.

"Some foolin' around would be fun but I have something else for you," I said reaching over to the counter for the cashiers check, "Your cut and part of the tip for the job we did." I smiled at her as I gave her the check. "Your part of the job we did together."

She frowned at me, knitted her eyebrows then looked at the check. Her big brown eyes were silver dollar size almost matching her open mouth. She looked back up at me with a shocked expression, "You can't give me this. It's too much."

"Probably not enough. Without you being there helping me as much as you did, I would still be there grinding welds. You were great. You're a fast learner, not afraid to get your hands dirty and you really work at doing a good job. That's worth a lot. Consider that a couple of tough day's pay and your part of the grand tip we got for the job."

"If I'm going to get this kind of money, you have to teach me how to do more so I can help you on more jobs."

"Well, we have a couple of more car frames to do and I'm sure we'll be back for an encore for NASCAR and we have some bike frames to do. We're probably charging too much to do a car frame like that but even at three grand we would come out pretty good. We won't have to kill ourselves to get them done so it could take us a lot longer. There is lot's more money on the way."

She said, "I'll be right back," and ran to her place and came back quickly, giving me another smiling kiss and hug when she arrived. We went out to the patio and were soon joined by Martin, Glenda and Ruth, who joined us drinking a beer. Sue drank a diet coke. She wanted to keep her now small figure.

Everyone contributed toward deciding how the business card should be designed and we drew one up so it could be printed. Sue offered to make a copy on the PC and when I said that would be great she went inside.

Martin kidded me about getting into the computer age. I told him I probably was a little late getting there.

I was trying to write down all the dollar transactions I had done so far. I listed everything by date from the first cases I did right up to today. I wrote down all the money that I had given Abe as well. I was glad I was doing this now for I wouldn't have been able to remember it all pretty soon.

Tiny came over and told me how to account for all the money I had put into the business and how I could get it back out without paying taxes on it. When I explained how my biggest expenditure was the auction, and what I made on the subsequent sale of the equipment he whistled and complimented me on making a good deal.

I fired up the grille about five thirty. Sue had already put the potatoes in the oven and had the spinach in a bowl to microwave. I prepped the steaks and made the Caesar dressing and pulled the lettuce apart while carrying on a conversation through the screen door. The other folks said they were headed home to eat and left. We set the table, complete with wineglasses. Sue and I cuddled and kissed a little until Shawna opened the door and said, "Get a room."

Her hair was still wet from a shower. I handed her two beers took one for myself and carried the steaks out to put them on the grill. We were done eating and cleaned up by seven-thirty. Charlie looked at me and said, "Let's ride." We all had to dress to ride so we split up to meet in five minutes when Sue watched me pull my bike out of the shed. I fired it up letting it idle while I helped Sue with her helmet.

I put her on first to show her how to sit and where to put her feet. I told her to put her body against my back and just lean when I did. I instructed, "Stay right with me and it will be smooth as glass." Charlie took off with Sue and I close behind. He rode north instead of back toward the city. Way out highway 41 we came to a place called the Florida Bar. It had a bunch of bikes in front. I recognized several of the guys outside and inside from the club. I noticed that there was another group wearing different colors. They were all getting along so I figured they were not competing clubs or else the other club was an affiliate.

Hap saw us and came over with another guy checking out Sue, "Well welder man, you just keep coming with new rides." He gave Sue the once over again and looked back at me winking, "How do like riding Jake's old luxury liner?"

"It's a real nice ride. I'm working on Snakes old shovel so I can have some wind in my face too. I know why they call the monsters like that garbage trucks now," I said trying divert Haps eyes glued to Sues bulging T-shirt. "There's so much junk and garbage on it, you need a program to figure out what toy to play with next."

It wasn't that funny but must have tickled Hap's funny bone as well as the guy that came over with Hap.

Hap pointed at the man next to him, "Steven Big Jones from down south. They came up for a visit and are camping near here. These guys are a spin off of our chapter in Miami. Jones, Steve is the best welder you'll ever meet and Charlie is definitely a great wrench."

The man nodded, he didn't offer his hand or anything. His eyes were, for lack of better words, dead, completely emotionless. I'd hate to play poker with him.

Hap pulled me aside, leaving Sue with Shawna and Charlie while Big Jones went back to the bar.

"You did good with the cops. My man at the gun shop said you brought in Charlie's piece to modify. How come."

"Easy, Charlie can't shoot for shit and really doesn't want to learn. Bloodthirsty Shawna can't hold it up with an eight-inch barrel so I'm having a four-inch put on it. If they ever need it, she will be able to shoot."

When I said blood thirsty, Hap started laughing again, "You need to buy them something that Charlie can shoot, like an automatic or a .38 special revolver."

"After all this shit happened I picked up another 9-mil for her. She's deadly with it. Now along with the big gun, I feel safer in the neighborhood."

Hap nodded and told me that one of his prospects had a broken frame and could I help the kid out. I told him that I would drop by Saturday around noon so I could have some of the Saturday chili after I fix it. Hap slapped me on the back and said I would be welcome to some chili.

He went off to the bar and I rejoined Charlie and the girls.

Charlie asked, "Hap tell you what he needed? Probably a kid with a cheap broken frame."

"I'll take care of it real quick this Saturday," I said.

Shawna was quick, "Yeah and eat so much of their chili till you can't walk. That stuff is dangerous."

"I think that's how they get most of their prospects. They entice them with their Saturday chili," Charlie joked.

"That and all the extra property babes they have since the last batch of junkies went to jail," Shawna said with some disgust.

"Hap's done a good job cleaning out the junkies and heavy dealers. He knows the club can't survive in town if cops think they are dealing. They make enough money honestly selling used bikes and bike parts to be playing fast for easy money," Charlie explained then said, "Let's roll, we'll take Sue for a ride down to Jim's."

We rode out of the parking lot of the Florida bar sedately then cranked it on as soon as we were clear. The acceleration pinned Sue back in her seat making her holler from excitement. As soon as the g's were reduced she hugged herself to my back, saying she loved it. She added that if I kept it up she would come in her jeans.

We rolled into Jim's and were greeted by several guys I now knew. All of them gapped at the giants under Sue's blouse. One comment we heard was, "Geez, he goes from Double D to that, I wish I had what he has, man oh man."

Sue nudged me, hugged my arm against one of her pillows and smiled.

Inside Denise was tending bar. She was standing on the end where people who are intimate with the barmaids sit. There was the deputy in jeans and T-shirt sipping a long neck. Denise saw us and came running out from behind the bar. She ran and jumped up wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She gave me a toe-curling kiss, then leaned back and said, "Thanks."

While still hanging on to me she turned to Sue, who had been startled by Denise' demonstration, "You are so lucky if you are close to this guy. He is the best. I love him to death." Denise got down from me, reached over and pulled the deputy by the shirt over to us, "Now this guy is my heart throb love of my life, but Steve? He's my friend that I'll love for life." Denise gave the deputy a kiss, and then she kissed me, before kissing him again.

Then she really shocked Sue, Denise put her arms around Sue and hugged. The sight of all that tit flesh pressed together probably gave a hard on to every guy who saw it. I could hear Charlie and the deputy groan.

Denise just said, "Take care of him for me. He needs a good woman," and then she went back behind the bar hollering, "Whadaya have?"

The deputy looked dazed from the display but recovered to ask how we were. Charlie and I both agreed that it was nice that we didn't have to see him because of trouble.

Sue drank a light beer with us, but was sipping it slowly while Charlie, Shawna and I chugged ours. We had a second one while visiting with folks. Shawna introduced Sue to the other women there and who those girls' partners, husbands and boyfriends were.

Charlie said he wanted a longer ride so he suggested the Crab Shack for a quick one then home. We blasted across the causeway hoping the cops were watching out somewhere else. At the Crab Shack, the smells were really enticing. Sue said, "This place makes me gain five pounds just smelling it."

I described how great the grouper sandwiches were and the onion rings were to die far. Sue just smiled and said, "Perhaps you can share a little of yours with me sometime."

Sue didn't have a beer but Charlie, Shawna and I did. We drank it outside rather than stay squashed up within the throngs inside. For a tiny little junky place, they did a hell of a business.

We finished our beer and headed home; once across the causeway we backed off and rode sedately the rest of the way passing several patrol cars off the side of the rode hidden or with their lights flashing while they discussed a driver's misdeeds.

We were passing a county deputy car with the lights flashing, barely going ten miles an hour because of gawker congestion. The officer had the stopped car's door open with the driver standing in front of him. Just as Charlie was about to pass the car, there was a flash in front of the officer and he actually came off his feet flying backward. Charlie swerved to miss the deputy who rolling on the ground trying to keep his bike upright with all the traffic around us.

I saw the driver of the stopped car raise the gun again pointing at either the deputy or Charlie and Shawna. The only way I could help or stop the guy was to hit him. I yelled for Sue to hang on and rammed the front end of the big bike into him. The front tire and fender squashed the guy into the doorframe of the car. The gun went flying and we almost did too. I had my feet braced on the crash bars and my hands on the grips. I went head first into the windshield with Sue hugging my back.

I didn't get knocked out and we didn't fall over. The bike was kind of wedged into the guy who was screaming. I told Sue that if she could get off the bike, do it quick and go stand on the gun. Because we were going so slowly and the bike had been idling, the motor died on impact. Sue was able to get off and went to do as I asked. I switched off the key and stood over the bike before I pulled it back off the trapped guy. As soon as the bike was off him, he fell on his face.

Charlie came up looking a little scratched up with Shawna right behind him also looking tattered. Sue was hollering at Shawna who went over to Sue. I could see Sue pointing at the gun telling Shawna to stand on it. Sue walked quickly back to the sheriff's car and was doing something inside of it.

Cars were now stopping to look at Charlie's bike laying on the street as well as mine and the deputy and the guy on the ground. Charlie said the deputy was hurt bad but should live. I told him to watch the guy while I checked the deputy. A guy had stopped his car next to the deputy and was standing there. I asked him if he had a cell phone and he nodded yelling, "I already called 911. Are they dead?"

I shook my head no then crouched by the deputy. He had been shot on his lower right side below his armor and was bleeding pretty badly. I opened his shirt then tore open his T-shirt, seeing the entry hole and the seeping blood. I pulled off my T-shirt, tore it in half and press half of it over the entry hole then pushed him over to see the larger exit hole with the metal sticking out of his back. I pressed the second half of my T-shirt into the wound.

Sue came from the sheriff's car opening a field first aid kit. She looked at what I had done, nodded then quickly pulled some tape off a dispenser and taped the front. I rolled the deputy over and she repeated the taping.

Sirens were coming, lots of them. A sheriff's car ran up on the sidewalk stopping next to bad guy's car. Another one slid up behind him. Both deputies came running over with their hands on their guns. I pointed to the bad guy and told them to check him. They couldn't have cared less about the bad guy yet, they leaned down and tried to talk to the deputy on the ground who was in shock.

I told the deputies to get some blankets quick while we were waiting for an ambulance and for one of them to get the traffic under control. Two more squad cars came rolling up. The senior deputy I knew from the confrontation with Jeff's kin came running up. He checked his man that was down and was yelling for blankets. The guy on the ground said in a whisper, "The biker already told them what to do Sarge, he saved my life, twice."

I told him, "Don't talk, the medics will be here in a minute."

Pointing at Shawna, I told the Sargent that she was standing on the gun the guy laying on the ground shot his deputy with. He asked why she was standing on it. I just shook my head, "One, so the guy on the ground over there didn't recover and go after it, two, so none of these gawkers pick it up for a souvenir, and three so it would not be touched until you guys got here."

"Ah, good thinking. Ah, what's with the motorcycle on the ground over there, and what's this other bike parked here for?" The Sargent asked trying to get a grasp on what all was happening.

"I'll tell you everything in a minute," I yelled at him in frustration as Sue and I put a couple of blankets over the deputy. We finally heard what must be the paramedics. "Have someone take over watching that guy and get this traffic out of here so the medics can get near here."

That must have shocked him into action as he stood up and was yelling at his deputies what to do.

The ambulance was able to pull right up next to the deputy. There was a fire truck behind it and more flashing lights coming up the street. Two paramedics jumped out and started looking at the deputy. Seeing what we had done they asked what was under the packing. I explained they were just compresses. That the bullet had gone all the way through the deputy and it didn't look like major organ damage or any main arteries, as the blood wasn't dark enough.

They nodded taking his blood pressure and listening to his heart. The downed deputy told the medics that Sue and I had fixed him. They looked at the compresses again then started an I.V.

A second paramedic team arrived and was directed to the downed driver. I went over and explained what had happened to him and told them that the bike had been wedged against him for almost a minute. They asked me if we had checked him. I told them that he wasn't dead but we had figured to just leave him till someone who cared could get there. The medic grinned at me and said, "That's cold, really cold."

Shawna was still standing on the gun when I hollered at the Sargent again to get someone over to watch the damn gun. He looked around, shrugged then walked over himself and stood there. Shawna went over to help Charlie who had their bike up on its wheels looking at it.

I walked up to the Sargent and asked him if he needed a crime scene team since it was an attempted murder on a police officer. He looked at me funny then called in on his portable. More deputies arrived soon after the call; one had a camera and started shooting flash pictures everywhere. A paramedic was hollering, asking whose bike that was damn near on top of the bad guy and would someone move it.

I pulled it up on its wheels and began pushing it over to where Charlie was working on his bike. All of a sudden, the bike went easier. I looked back and Sue was pushing. She was going to be a real biker babe. I told her to stay with the bike and went back over to the medics with the deputy.

They had brought out a stretcher telling him that a med evac helicopter was on its way. I slid the stretcher under the deputy when they rolled him over making sure the compress was holding. It looked like they had added some gauze to it. As they began to lift him up on a gurney, the deputy reached out and touched me, "Thanks, thanks a lot, sorry about your bike."

I nodded saying, "You are more important, don't worry about it."

They had cleared a large area of the street for the helicopter to land. As soon as it was on the ground, the deputy was loaded in and the chopper was off again without ever reducing the rotor speed very much.

As I walked back to the scene they were loading the bad guy on a gurney to put into an ambulance. There were four suited guys with badges sticking out of their breast pockets directing people now. One of them was putting little signs on the street where evidence was or where someone had been down. One of them came over to me and said, "The Sargent said you played a key part in what happened here, come over in front of the car and tell my partner and I what happened."

"I know you guys or at least the squad cars carry T-shirts in their kits. Could one of you guys loan me one? I had to use mine to stop the deputy's bleeding."

One of the suits grabbed a deputy and had him running. He was back in less than a minute with a white T-shirt. I put it on feeling instantly warmer as the temperature was probably getting under seventy.

The suits resumed their expectant stance asking me to tell them what happened. I waved Sue over to us and introduced her to them and told them that she had been on the back of my bike when the incident happened. I gave the whole story as best as I could remember. I really didn't see Charlie and Shawna go down but figured they were probably hit by a gawker, he'd have to ask.

One of the suits asked, "You just drove your motorcycle into the guy?"

"It was the only thing I could think of," I said.

"Weren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

"We were only going five or ten miles an hour because of the traffic around the cars. I was more afraid of hurting Sue behind me." Sue hugged my arm into her, sending comfort signals to me. I looked at her and she gave me a little smile.

"I got this all down. You'll probably have to come in to give us a statement. We'll tell you when to come," the guy said arrogantly. I looked to see if I could tell who the senior of the three guys was but I couldn't. Of the three, none of them looked or acted like a leader.

Sue and I went over to Charlie and Shawna who were talking to the Sargent. I asked him, "Sarge, when you were out handling both of those messes I was involved in, you took charge and handled everything with ease, what happened out here, you acted scared?"

"Sorry you noticed. I've never had a deputy hurt bad much less shot. I can't believe that guy was able to pull a gun and shoot him. Anyway, my heads back where it should be. You okay? You get along with those newbie gold shields? None of them know what's going on yet. They treat you with respect?"

"I'm okay, they're a little pushy but we'll make it. They might be a little surprised when I tell them that they will have to come to me for a statement rather than me coming to them, but we'll work it out."

The Sargent smiled then held out his hand, "Thanks for helping my deputy. If you had not done what you did, he would have been dead, thanks. Like he said, you saved his life twice."

He had been looking at me really hard, "You cut your beard. Looks good but you're starting to look normal instead of like a one percenter."

I smiled, "Never have been one of those, never will be."

"Thank this babe next to me," I said while squeezing Sue to my side. "She called it in on your radio and got the first aid kit out of the squad car. She's the one who had to take the hit when I smacked that guy. Thank God she's okay."

The Sargent stuck out his hand taking Sue's and giving it a squeeze saying, "Thanks."

Shawna came over and said she thought both bikes could make it home. They both started and the lights worked. She said she felt like I might have screwed up my forks but time would tell. I would need a new windshield and dash but nothing else looked bent.

The Sargent had left us and finally came over to tell us we could go. He said he still had my number and if I allowed it, he would give it to the injured deputy. I nodded before loading Sue up and cranked the bike. It started fine and shifted into gear okay. Charlie led, not going very fast, checking out if his bike was tracking okay. I was doing the same trying to feel if the front end shimmied or shook. Everything seemed okay. It was just a couple of miles home. We rode in and separated. I put the bike into the shed turning around to find Shawna talking to Sue on the patio.

Shawna left before I got to them. Sue said Shawna thought that Charlie and her would just go to bed. They had enough excitement for one night. I agreed and asked Sue, "Your place or mine."

Sue said, "I want to sleep in your bed, wrapped around you, keeping you safe. You can find more trouble to get into than anyone I've ever known. Let me go get a robe for in the morning and I'll be right back."

I went inside thinking that even with a carry permit, I wouldn't have been able to react fast enough to save the deputy. Perhaps carrying all the time wasn't what it was cracked up to be.

I pulled my boots and pants off and washed up a little. I brushed my teeth, finishing as Sue came in the door. She had a thick terrycloth robe on but was carrying a gown or robe or something. She laid it on a kitchen chair. She also had a couple of towels saying, "How about fifteen relaxing minutes in the hot tub, no hanky panky, just to get the kinks out."

I would go just about anywhere with this girl at the moment. I finished stripping, put on my robe and flip-flops and was out the door with her in an instant.

When he got there, Shawna and Charlie were sitting in the tub lying back with their eyes closed relaxing. We hung up our robes and slid into the tub not disturbing our two exhausted friends.

Sue and I sat, cuddling in the bubbles for ten minutes before Shawna opened her eyes. They became big round orbs seeing us then asking when we got there. Sue explained that we needed the same thing they did, to unwind, nothing else, just to relax.

Five minutes later, the four of us had enough tub and were ready for bed as it after one o'clock. Way past our bed time.

Sue and I went to my place and crawled into bed. I think we were asleep as soon as we were snuggled up, holding each other on our sides facing each other.



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Chapter 20

Day Twenty - Saturday

I woke with my lips against Sue's. Opening my eyes I looked into two dark brown orbs. The kiss turned into a smiling kiss as she pushed me over onto my back while moving over me, straddling me.

She sat up on my tummy, leaned over, raked her giant nipples across my face and said, "Do you know it's been twenty-four hours since I've made love to you? Do you know that it's a rule in our relationship that I do not allow that to happen? And do you know, I'm so horny right now that my pussy is literally dripping?"

She raised up, pulled my now excited morning hard on upright and slid onto me slowly, rocking back and forth till I was buried. She leaned over and dangled a nipple in my face, "Suck that thing a little while I get off, I'm behind on orgasms."

I could see her face concentrating while I sucked and nipped while she rocked up and down, sliding me in and out of her about six inches at a time.

It only took her about sixty seconds to start squeezing me with her insides and moaning pretty loud. She pulled the nipple from my mouth and kissed me passionately with a lot of tongue before raising back up and sticking the other nipple in my mouth. As I sucked, she began moving faster and faster while her insides squeezed, sucking the juice right out me. I must have shot a good size load as it was oozing from around my dick.

Sue let out a big breath with a sigh then lay on me squashing her big breasts against my chest. She hugged me, lifted her face up and kissed me very thoroughly, "Lets have some coffee."

She pulled off me, cupping her hand under herself and headed into the bathroom. I walked into the kitchen and started both coffeepots before coming back to use the bathroom myself. Sue was in the shower so I joined her, as we both needed to clean up a little after our loving.

I put on shorts and a T-shirt and took two cups outside to the patio. Sue walked out of the trailer and stood in front of me.

"Oh shit," I groaned looking at her. "I'm going to keep looking at you and probably do you in front of everyone. Wow, that is sexy."

Sue sat on my lap, "Glad you like it. I've never had the occasion to wear it but I thought you would enjoy it this morning."

"I'll enjoy it alright, can you feel my enjoyment rising?"

"Just hold that thought."

I told Sue, "No problem; when Charlie, Tiny and Martin see this, they are going to attack their ladies, same as me."

Glenda came onto the patio. Sue and I both did a double take as Glenda's sheer robe almost displayed what you knew was under there. It was just opaque enough to tease. You could almost see her nipples, just a faint darker area the same as her crotch.

"Hot, Glenda, that is sexy." I said.

"Martin thinks so too," she said smiling and sat down with her coffee.

Tiny and Ruth came up carrying their cups. I looked at Ruth and you didn't have to imagine, she had on a robe so thin, it looked like sheer nylon. It just clouded the view it did not obstruct it. Sue said, "You sexy slut, showing off like that."

Ruth said, "Tiny wouldn't let me out of the house until I took care of him," she licked her lips and swallowed grinning broadly, "He's happy now."

Glenda and Sue laughed loudly.

A red headed pixie in a pink very revealing baby doll set came walking onto the patio complete with bunny slippers. She stopped spread her arms turning around to display that you could see everything about Shawna that you could want to see.

Charlie came up behind her, grabbing her pulling her against him. Shawna smiled and said, "Again? How much do you want?"

The two of them came over to the table and sat with Charlie saying, "Seeing you so sexy is making me nuts, I can't get enough of you."

Sue said, "Isn't that sweet, especially from an old married couple."

Ruth said, "Christ Sue, why not just go nude. That thing doesn't hide anything."

Sue turned toward Tiny and Charlie put her hands under her voluminous breasts and lifted them toward them, "Like these? Enjoy seeing more of them?"

Tiny and Charlie both groaned as Glenda said, "Don't do that to Martin, we'll have to take him to the hospital."

Speaking of Martin, he was coming across the yard carrying a big Publix bag and a large tray. He put down the tray, put some paper towels on it then started filling up the tray with all kinds of Danish and donuts. Groans were heard by all.

Before we could reach for them, Sue was off my lap going into the trailer and came out with the big pot for refills plus a handful of paper napkins.

Charlie and Tiny were already chewing their first bite while the rest of us were choosing something to eat. Sue picked out a cherry Danish and tore it in half asking, "You'll eat the rest of this for me won't you?"

We all scarfed up the rolls and drank coffee until a pretty big pickup truck rolled up and stopped in the lane close to Charlie's old trailer.

Shawna jumped up and was running toward the truck hollering, "Hanna, Jim, you're here."

Another pixie climbed down from the pickup and hugged Shawna. A guy about the size of Charlie came around the front of the truck, looked at Shawna, all of Shawna, whistled then picked her up as if she were a doll holding her above his head before hugging her.

The big guy put Shawna down and the couple followed her to the patio. When they got here, Sue jumped up and went inside for two more cups of coffee. She came out and handed them to the couple who was now sitting in lawn chairs.

Shawna began introducing everyone. The big guy, Jim, gawked at the big-breasted Ruth who was displaying herself very openly. He came unglued when he checked out Sue who was standing next to me. Shaking his head he looked at the little light red head next to him and said, "Hanna, strip. I've seen all of them, they might as well get a load of you."

We all laughed explaining that we have coffee together in the mornings and often get together to have a beer in the evening.

Hanna asked, "Can we come too?"

I smiled, "You don't have to ask. You are now neighbors, we expect you to be here. You'll know when we're here as you'll see or hear Glenda come out of her place, or just come on over. If we are not out yet, we will be soon."

"This is my kind of neighborhood. You did us good Charlie," Jim said and looked at Tiny and I, "Which one of you did the shoot-em-up with Shawna."

Shawna pointed at me and said, "Steve's the man. Wait till I tell you what he did last night."

That started it. Shawna followed by Charlie then Sue had to tell everyone in detail how I had rammed a bad guy to save a deputy. Then I had performed life saving first aid on the guy.

Jim asked, "You ex military?"

When I nodded, he asked, "What branch."

"Marines."

Jim grinned real big and said, "Semper Fi."

I answered, "OOW RAH," loudly.

"Damn, not another one," complained Hanna. "That's all I need, another fucking Marine."

Sue was quick, "You don't have another one," she paused, "yet. And, how do you know he fucks."

Hanna was taken back by Sue's protective tone in her voice. When she saw Sue was smiling she said, "If he's a Marine, he fucks."

Jim asked, "Were you in the gulf?"

I nodded.

"Me too, only one short tour, nothing much. We were in reserve the whole time," Jim said.

When I didn't say anything, Shawna and Sue said almost simultaneously, "Steve was hurt pretty bad over there." Sue was pointing to the scars on my leg.

"I'm fine now. Look at me, surrounded by luscious ladies showing themselves off, meeting new friends all the time."

Charlie said, "Steve's the guy that did all the welding you're hearing about. He just finished Jan's new frame."

Shawna spoke up, "Come on Charlie, we need to get going to get to work. I want to finish the knuckle today and get our money so we can pay Kathy. Come on Hanna, I'll get the keys for you. She started to go then stopped. Oh yeah, I already gave you the keys. Come on Charlie, let's go."

I got up and got the big pot and poured those remaining some more coffee encouraging Jim and Hanna to have some pastry. Ruth stood up displaying all of her charms saying that Tiny and she needed to get going, as they wanted to go car shopping today.

Martin asked how bad the bike was. I told him I had to get it out in the daylight to see but I already knew the fairing, dash and windshield had to be replaced.

Sue said she needed to check on her orders and was going home for a few minutes. She told me not to leave her. If I was going somewhere, she wanted to go with me.

Jim and Hanna thanked me for the coffee and said they were going to begin unloading. They had two more trips to make.

Martin and Glenda had moved to the glider. I straightened up the patio, putting the pastry back in the Publix bag and carried in the cups to put them in the sink. Martin hollered through the door they were going home to talk about Glenda's gown and the other ladies skimpy apparel this morning.

I walked to the mailbox and took out a couple of pieces. Nothing for me this time, the two were for Abe.

I came back, stripped the bed, and took the sheets and towels to the laundry room. DeDe was there and looked up smiling as I came in. She had on some short shorts that were actually bib overalls that were shorts. She didn't have another top on so her bare store bought breasts were sticking out the side. I put my stuff in a couple of washers and was ready to go back to the trailer when DeDe stood, came over to me standing pressed against me asking, "Want to fool around a little while the clothes are getting done. You wanna do me while we do the clothes?"

"Oh DeDe, you're too willing. I have someone so it wouldn't be a good idea to spread it around."

"Kathy left," DeDe said.

"Kathy and I were buddies, this one may be the one."

"Who is she?"

"A nice looking girl named Sue."

"You're going with Sue?"

"We've been seeing each other."

"The one with gigantic boobs."

"That's the one."

"I thought she was lez or too bashful or whatever. She's turned down everyone that's asked her out."

"I got lucky then, I think you could call us an item."

At that second Sue came in. In a predatory voice she said, "We are an item. He's mine. Perhaps I'll lend him to you one these days but right now, I'm still learning how to please him. Go put some clothes on DeDe or a bad guy will take advantage of you."

"I wish," DeDe complained. "I don't want to have anything to do with those clowns that come to watch me dance. Most of the other guys that I meet think just because I'm a dancer, I have round heels and just assume we're going to bed. I want some romance to go along with some lovin."

"Keep looking DeDe, I did and I got lucky, I found him. Steve, when you're done I'll be at your place getting quick books set up. I should have you give DeDe a mercy fuck but I need everything you have right now." Sue gave me a passionate kiss and left.

DeDe said while flipping a tit out from under the bib of the overall, "Maybe if I just strip, you might get interested enough to scratch my itch."

"Cool it babe, I'm just not on the market."

I left my clothes in the washer checking the time and walked back to the trailer to pee and have another cup of coffee. Sue was pounding away doing entries. She turned around and said, "Except for a few things I need to ask you, I've input everything for you to keep up. I've put all the transactions you listed so far. We'll find out from Tiny if some of them should be forgotten. I would say report everything but he knows best."

She paused then said, "When you need to do clothes, you can do them at my house."

"Okay, it's neat to be able to use a bunch of machines at once and get done quickly. That's why I use the laundry shack."

"You're right, it is faster. Mine's just more convenient and I bet I could find some way to entertain you."

Sue looked serious for a moment, "Steve, I need to go to the gym almost everyday for my leg and also to keep me trim. It takes a lot of will power to keep my weight off and keep in shape. I'm telling you this so you'll know when I have to go there, I really do have to go. I don't want to be a customer for my company's clothes, ever again."

I gave her a hug and said, "I probably should go with you. I used the gyms on the platforms all the time. Help me with a schedule so we can include the gym into everything we do. By the way, I need to run by the guy's club house you met last night to fix a frame. I'm going to eat some chili when I'm done. Want to come along and get oogled? Or would you rather stay here and do some of your stuff."

"I'll go with you, what should I wear."

"Probably anything, but jeans and a T-shirt are always good. A halter might cause a riot, your choice. I'm going to go put the stuff in the dryer."

DeDe was still there waiting on her stuff to dry. She was sitting, reading a magazine playing with a nipple sticking out the side of the bib. She smiled at me and continued as I transferred my stuff from washers to dryers. I cleaned the lint traps and walked by DeDe reaching down to squeeze her protruding boob as I went by. She laughed and yelled, "Tease!" as I left.

I put on some Jeans and T-shirt deciding to go by Sears for some regular shirts soon, maybe today. I also wanted to get some more boots. Sears always has engineer type boots. I was going to need another pair of work boots too and that meant I needed to find a Red Wing store.

I pulled the bike out of the shed and inspected it thoroughly. I think I only needed the fairing and the windshield. I couldn't believe how lucky Sue and I were to not get hurt. She had not complained even a little about how recklessly I crashed into that guy. She also had kept her head and helped when everything was nuts. I made the list for the bike, adding it in my little notebook.

I went back to the laundry room. DeDe was gone and my sheets and towels were dry enough so I took them out and folded them. Back at the trailer, I put away the towels and made the bed. I washed up the cups, cleaning up the counter and was ready to go fix something. I got my gas/wire feed cart from the shed and put it in the pickup. The cart had gloves and a hood plus a full smock to keep the sparks off my clothes.

Sue came over as I was pushing the bike back in the shop. She was wearing jeans and a loose tucked in T-shirt. It was obvious she had a bra on, as her tits didn't wobble while contained in the industrial strength bra. We drove over to the clubhouse. The gate guy must have been waiting for me as he opened the gate and asked me if I could back in. I did back in parking to one side so bikes could come and go.

Taking the cart off the back, I let Sue carry the hood, gloves and smock while I pulled the cart around to the open yard area. Hap saw us and showed me the bike standing up on one of the tables. They had it on a bike stand so I could work on it. The rear wheel was off and I could easily see the problem. The cheap after market soft tail swing arm had busted loose of the coupler.

A kid standing at the table wearing a prospect vest asked what he could do. I told him to go get a bucket of soapy water so he could scrub off all the grease around where the work was going to be done.

Just to be safe, I took the fire extinguisher off the cart and set it to the side so I could get at it. I fired the torch and checked it before shutting it back off. The kid finally got the area clean so I clamped the pieces together telling the kid to go find me a bunch of different type of metal files. First I filed off all the rough edges of the old weld. It looked like it had been re-welded before. I pointed that out to Sue showing her how you could tell a factory weld from a field weld.

I fired up, adjusted the flame, heated the metal, and advanced the wire feed. The metal melded pretty well. I shut everything down and let it cool for a couple minutes then filed it off till it was smooth. I told the kid to go get me a can of black spray paint and some newspapers. I used the papers as a stop while I painted the area that had been filed and welded. It looked pretty good. I told the kid to put everything away and Sue and I hauled the cart back to the pickup and put it in the bed, putting the soft gear in the cab.

When we got back, Hap was looking at the work. I told him to let the paint dry and put it back together. Hap was happy.

"Tell the man thanks, prospect."

The kid said thank you. Hap told him "Offer him your hand." We shook.

"Now go get us all a beer, one for you too and tell the cook to bring us some chili."

The kid came back with a beer for Hap, Sue, me and him with the cook following us with a tray of three big bowls with spoons sticking out of the chili plus a box of crackers and some napkins. We ate at a picnic table. When we were done Hap looked at me sticking out his hand, "Even?"

I nodded, "Even. Good chili."

"Tell the cook as you go by. We have a meeting this afternoon so unless you want to join up right now, you probably should take your lady and go," Hap said happy with the day.

Sue and I left. As we were driving down the street I asked Sue where would be a good place to buy a pair of cowboy boots or a pair of engineer boots. She asked me which one I wanted. I thought for a moment and said engineer boot and she said Sears.

I knew there was a Sears store close so we drove over there where I chained and locked the cart in the bed before we went inside. The men's shoe department was just inside the store so I bought a pair of sturdy engineer boots and on a whim, I bought a pair of dress loafers. I told Sue I need a couple of regular shirts so we went to the men's department and bought four nice button front, short sleeve shirts, two solid, two plaids. I also picked up two nice long sleeve dressy shirts. Right there were some Dockers so I took a pair in the dressing room to make sure they fit and also tried on a pair of gray business dress slacks. I picked out three pair of Dockers and a dark beige pair of dress slacks to go with the gray.

On the way to the register I picked up a couple of pairs of black and brown socks, some boxers and a three pack of plain white T-shirts. I had an idea that I thought I might need some dressier clothes.

I asked Sue if she wanted to shop for anything and she said no, that maybe I would go to the mall with her tomorrow, as she wanted to get a few things.

Sounded fine with me.

We took it all home and I found hangers for everything saying I would have to launder and iron the shirts before I wore them. I took off my work boots and slid on the engineer boots thinking these would be good riding boots.

Sue asked if I might come over to her place for a little while. We went and as soon as we were inside, Sue asked, "Want to take a little nap?"

The nap turned out to be a very nice gentle love making session that left us both spent. We did pull a sheet up over us and dozed for a few minutes until Sue became energized and said, "Let's run over to the gym and work out a little."

"I can't run."

"I mean drive over. Go put on some shorts and your tennis shoes, I'll drive."

We went to her gym having me be her guest. We did a half-hour walking on the treadmill. She said we should do forty-five minutes but we needed to finish faster today. Next we worked out on a row of machines that she told me was a workout group. We used them in their numbered order in the manner that the card on the machine said to do it.

We did that for a half-hour then she said we were done. She drove us back to her place in her Honda Civic and invited me to join her in a shower. We had a very sensuous shower and head wash complete with injection of my juices.

We went to my trailer about five. Since I didn't have any food for supper, I suggested that I go to the grocery to get some food. We went together and bought a small ham, a bunch of vegetables, some more romaine, a box of Mac and cheese, some applesauce and some heat and serve rolls. Sue also had me buy a roast that was on sale saying she would put it in her crock-pot for tomorrow. We picked up some potatoes and carrots along with green beans. We did get her some unsweetened tea and some diet soda to go with two more cases of beer.

At the trailer, we put everything away and went out on the patio with a diet soda for her and a beer for me. Martin and Glenda came over. I got them a beer and gave it to them as they settled on the glider. Shortly, Tiny and Ruth came over and I got them a beer. Charlie and Shawna showed up thirsty next.

Shawna asked if we had seen Jim and Hanna. Since we had not, she went over to her old trailer and came back with them. I gave them a beer before telling everyone, "The bottom half of fridge has cold beer and some soda. Want one? Just go get it." We chatted and talked about our individual day. Ruth could not make up her mind on a car so they didn't get that done. Jim and Hanna were done moving and said they were just putting stuff away. She remarked at how clean the place was which caused a smile to appear on Martin and Glenda's face.

Ruth and Tiny said they were going out to eat. Martin and Glenda were going to Abe's for supper and cards. I told Jim and Hanna that we were having a ham dinner and it would be ready in about twenty minutes so have another beer while Sue and I got it ready.

While we were getting everything prepared, Shawna and Hanna came in to get stuff to set the table. With Sue and me working together, we had the salads ready, the Mac and cheese ready along with a combination carrot, broccoli and cauliflower dish with melted cheese over it. I cut the ham and put the slices on a big plate rather than trying to do it at the table.

We ate the salads then Sue, Shawna and Hanna brought out the bowls and platters and a basket of hot rolls. We chowed down.

Hanna ate like Sue, sparingly and slow. Not eating a lot but savoring each bite.

Shawna and we three guys stuffed it down, as I know I had used up a lot of energy today, I needed the calories. When we were done, Sue said, "How about some ice cream for desert?"

We all nodded in agreement. Sue asked me to go get the ice cream from her freezer. She had vanilla ice cream with chunks of chocolate in it. I spied a container of chocolate syrup and brought that too. Sue smiled at me when I showed her the syrup. We all had a little of the ice cream enjoying dessert.

Sue asked me to take the ice cream back so I did. When I returned the girls were inside doing the dishes. That was nice. Jim worked at the Harley store in Tampa, on Dale Mabry. I told him what I needed to repair my bike and he said he would check to see if there were any used fairing and dashes in my color. He was sure they had the fairing. He said I could still order a factory replacement but it would be expensive.

Charlie and Shawna went home saying they would meet us at ten to go to the tub. Shawna got Hanna aside and spoke to her a second then Hanna smiled at us saying Jim and she would meet us then too.

Since it was only eight, Sue said she wanted to go for a walk. We walked all around the park. We saw DeDe and Star leaving for work. We waved with me acting like I was pinching a nipple. DeDe laughed. We went into the rec building and found they had a pool table. Sue said she loved to play so we shot 8-ball for over an hour. We walked back to the house and put on our robes copping feels and fooling around. We watched TV on the couch till a red head put her face on the door screen asking if we were ready.

The six of us walked to the hot tub, hung up our robes, and got in the hot bubbling, swirling water. Jim and Hanna were checking us out as Sue and I was checking them out. Hanna was another little small-breasted pixie with perky, suckable nipples. Jim was a big guy, not really fat, just big. He had an almost stiffy that looked to be a little better the average size. Shawna was being squirrelly showing Hanna and Sue where to sit to get the maximum pleasure from the water jets.

Just then, Tiny and Ruth came into the tub area. Ruth pulled her robe off and spread her legs sticking her arms straight up and out in an X. She was really good looking with her bare beaver and very large breasts. They sagged quite a bit but looked like they would be fun to play with. Tiny was a giant, very tall. With the size of him, his big hands and feet I was expecting a huge schlong on him. He was instantly hard in the presence of all the naked ladies but he had a fairly skinny five or six inches. Ruth just grabbed hold of him and pulled him toward the tub.

Ruth sat next to me so I had nice tits on both sides of me. Charlie was on the other side of Sue, then Shawna, then Jim, then Hanna, then Tiny. Shawna asked Ruth if she knew the value of the jets. Ruth nodded yes with a smile saying she used them often, almost daily. Shawna sat back on Charlie's lap telling our new comers that this was a nice place to fool around too. We watched as Shawna obviously was working Charlie into her. Hanna said that looked like a good idea and copied Shawna. This prompted Sue, who had been holding me getting me rock hard to move onto my lap and start working down on me.

Ruth said she didn't want to be left out and was quickly impaled on Tiny. The thought ran through my head as Sue bottomed out and I was holding on to her big nipples, "A good fucking time was had by all."

Shawna said to Hanna, "Switch." They both pulled off and went to each other's husband and worked themselves onto them. Hanna exclaimed, "Damn I love this thick thing."

Ruth whispered something in Tiny ear and reached over and held one of Sue's nipples, "Switch?"

Sue looked at me and I winked. She grinned and slowly pulled off groaning then traded places with Ruth. Sue was quickly settled but Ruth had to work for a long time to get most of me in her. Shawna laughed and said, "That thing just keeps going deeper and deeper and just doesn't get to the end. He hits bottom before he's all in."

With her eyes closed, Hanna said, "Oh I have to try some of that," as she was bouncing on Charlie, obviously getting off.

Ruth turned around and kissed me then started to really thrash up and down. I could tell she was coming because she was so easy to slide in and out of. Her groaning was telling the story as well. When she began to relax, Hanna reached over and fondled one of Ruth's big boobs saying, "Switch with me, wait till you feel how Charlie stretches you. Ruth slowly pulled off me and traded places.

Hanna fitted me into her really wet pussy and didn't have a lot of trouble sinking down to get almost all of me inside her. Her insides were quaking instantly and she was gasping audibly, "Oh fuck, this is really special. You're not for everyday but you sure can scratch a deep itch. Christ I'm coming continuously." Hanna continued to slide up and down trying to cram the last little bit into her.

Ruth was praising Charlie's trunk saying the stretch felt great. Across from me Sue was coming as Jim was fondling her nipples. His red face indicated he was shooting her full.

Shawna told Hanna to switch again, as she had to have me deep in her once tonight. Shawna faced me smiling while she worked herself down on me. She poked a nipple in my mouth, saying suck, bite, make me come. She was easy, her pussy was rippling quickly while she was gasping. She pulled her nipple from my mouth groaning and locked her lips to mine moaning she was coming again and again. Next to me Sue was bringing Charlie off as he fondled and cupped her massive breasts. He was grunting as much as Shawna.

When he went limp, Sue shook Shawna and said, "Switch, I want some more."

We were all back with our original partners. Sue slid right down on me leaning back and whispering, "I have three guys juice in me, make it four."

I stood up, turned her around, and set Sue's feet down so she was bent over so it looked like I was attached to her butt. I started thrusting and pounding, feeling Sue's insides clutching and feeling my juices rising. I stroked her from all the way back to the maximum depth. I started slowly, speeding up till I was sliding most of a foot of dick in and out of her continuously. She groaned loudly and became almost limp. Her insides were clamped on me. I groaned and moaned and jammed into her, shooting my stored up load into her.

When I was juiced out, I sat down with her on my lap, still attached. She moaned, turned, and kissed me saying, "You've conquered me again."

We all sat in our glow for a few minutes, kissing our mates before we slowly got out of the tub and dried off putting our robes back on. Charlie shut off the blower and we all walked home. Everyone was saying "Night" at my trailer. Sue wanted me to sleep at her place tonight so we went there took off our robes and crawled into bed.

Surprisingly, we were both still wound up and hot to fool around some more. I went down on her licking and sucking and fingering. I figured my stuff was the more prominent so the other three loads were consumed by mine. She began squirting when I had a finger in her while I sucked her clit and pinched a nipple.

Sue wanted me to straddle her chest so she could suck me. She sucked very nicely saying she would give me a gum job one-day soon. When she felt I was getting ready to come she put me between her two firm huge breasts telling me to fuck them, to come on them to make love to her breasts, that no one has ever done that before. I was her first. That seemed to trigger me. I started shooting juice on her neck, under her chin then pulled free coating each nipple and breast and at last Sue bent forward and sucked and swallowed what was left. She wanted to hug me, squishing my juices over the both of us. She wanted kisses with her spermy mouth.

Surprisingly we kissed until I pulled up the covers and with all that juicy goo drying on us as we drifted off.

Wow! Hot stuff.



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Chapter 21



Day Twenty-one - Sunday

My head was on Sue's super large breasts, sort of cradled between the two swells of breasts. A strange thought ran through my head. When her breasts began to lose their firmness, they were going to sag down to her belly button. Even then they would be just as much fun to play with, I thought smiling.

"I can feel you smiling, what about?" Sue asked in whisper. When I told her my thoughts, she asked, "You planning on staying around to see that?"

"At this moment and time in our relationship and the way I feel about us, it sounds like a great plan to me."

She rolled me onto my back straddling me grinning, "Then you better play with them now as much as you can while they are like they are, before they get all soft and floppy."

She dipped a huge nipple into my mouth, let me suck a minute or so and switched sides. By then I was poking her so she raised up high to get me started into her. We worked our hips together to get her completely seated. The combination of the nipple sucking and nibbling along with a fairly fast entry and withdrawal speed, had Sue's insides quaking, rippling, and squeezing. Sue was holding her breath while involved with a good orgasm as I pumped several streams of sperm manufactured overnight.

Sue collapsed on me, kissing my chest and shoulder before catching her breath and locking her lips to mine for one our patented passionate, tongue battling kisses. We kissed long enough to get my wanger interested in renewing the battle of the sexes.

"Oh no you don't. Save some of that for a lazy Sunday afternoon. Let's get going, your patio friends are probably waiting for us to show," she said causing me to look at the clock. Seven ten, probably early for Sunday morning but not early for Martin and Glenda.

We used the shower to quickly wash off the dried juices from the night before as well as some of the fresh stuff running down her legs. I just love to wash those two monsters. They are so fascinating.

Each of us was in shorts and T-shirt to go to my place. Sue's T-shirt was very interesting, as it was sort of ragged, more than well worn with holes here and there. One hole was over her belly button. Another was just a little left of center near her bulbous right nipple. As her monsters swayed, her giant nipple would peek out then hide again, very tantalizing.

I made both pots of coffee knowing the little pot would take less than five minutes to be ready. Sue said to not be surprised by all kinds of goodies because she had heard Tiny and Ruth's car take off early and come back. She said that usually one or both of them had a bad case of the morning munchies induced by an evening of good sex.

We both agreed that we had some good sex last night, a variety of fun sex in the hot tub and then some exciting sex in bed.

As soon as I came out on the patio, Tiny and Ruth showed up with a very large box from an Italian bakery whose name I couldn't pronounce. Martin and Glenda accompanied by Abe and Alice came over followed by Jim and Hanna. Glenda didn't have her sexy gown on but a regular matronly housecoat. Abe and Alice looked like they were dressed for Sunday services. Hanna had on a sort of sheer robe, sort of peek-a-boo. Now you see it, now you don't. Every one had just sat when the red headed pixie came running in her bunny slippers onto the patio, wearing the same robe Hanna had on. Because she was running, the robe had spread showing everyone she was a true red head.

She pulled it closed and dragged up a chair saying, "I feel so good this morning, just really, really good."

Looking around there were four young ladies that appeared to feel really, really good.

Charlie came dragging onto the patio, "That little devil is going to kill me. We can't keep our hands off each other. I'm going to be old before my time."

Shawna began singing, "The girl can't help it, the girl can't help it." This gave everyone a good laugh.

I got everyone refills and started a new pot. Tiny opened his box of treats making us all drool. There was a nice selection of rich looking pastries. The donuts looked good so I took one. It was warm, "My favorite, warm donuts."

Sue gave an almost whimpering moan, saying, "This will cost me some extra laps, warm glazed donuts are my favorite too."

Sue ate the whole donut, slowly. Savoring every bite. I ate two and stopped as that was probably enough of that before some real breakfast. We discussed what all we were going to do. Abe, Alice, Glenda and Martin were going to church followed by going to a friend's fiftieth anniversary open house. They seemed excited about the day. Jim and Hanna said they were going to finish getting everything put away and straighten the house. Hanna said she had to wash clothes too. Sue pointed out the wash house that was close by.

Charlie and Shawna said they were going into the bike shop to finish the knuckle. The guy buying it would be by around three with the cash. Sue said we were going to the mall later but this morning she was going to catch up on her business and do some laundry.

Tiny and Ruth were looking at each other and Ruth said, "Today, I'm not going to be so picky, I'm going to make up my mind and get a car. This has taken long enough."

Martin suggested she take me along to negotiate the deal for her but I said I was sure Tiny was a great negotiator. Tiny smiled at me for the compliment.

Surprisingly, the coffee club broke up quickly with everyone off to do what they were going to do by eight thirty on a sunny Sunday morning.

Sue said she was going to her place to do some work and some laundry and would come over to get me for lunch. I was still hungry so I made some bacon and eggs real quick with some toast to hold me till lunch.

I was thinking how grateful I was to all the cooks who taught me to do a few things so I could feed myself. It was fun to help them when I had been off duty. It gave me something to do, and I learned a lot. Up in Alaska it also provided me with some companionship, as the main cook at the camp I had been at was a very young Eskimo widow. She wasn't bad looking and she really enjoyed quickies. Standing up in the big cupboard or across the table in the kitchen break room she loved to have me bite her cute little nipples.

The cooks on the platform were mostly male. The one female cook on the platform I was on most often was a rough and tough giant lez that let you know about it. She said the closest way a guy could get to her twat would be face first then go beat off by themselves. Somehow we became friends and often joked about her teaching me to be a good muff diver. Wish I had taken her up on the offer. Had I known how much I enjoyed slurping up female juices, I would have been a star pupil.

I did my dishes before deciding I needed to start on the shovel. I got the bike out and stripped the remaining gas tank, changed the oil tank, and took off the fenders. I washed it all off using rags and some old toothbrushes I found in the shed. Next I inspected everything else, checking that all nuts were tight and that none of the wiring was frayed. When I was satisfied, I threw the tanks and fenders into the truck and drove up to the shop to ask Charlie where to get them painted.

"Not to worry. I can paint them for you. Pick out a color and pick up the paint. Make sure you get at least one complementing color so I can do a two tone and the critter here," pointing to his pixie, "can pin stripe it for you."

Shawna came over and asked, "Do you like real dark maroon? I have some polyurethane that you might like. It looks black in some light then sparkling dark maroon in the sunlight and in some artificial light. I have some gold and silver to go with it that is metallic. What do you think?"

Charlie added to the offer, "I bought it for the knuckle but the guy that wanted to buy it from us wanted it to be red and white. For the money he's paying, it could be pink for all I care."

"Hey, sounds like it would be perfect. I'll pay you whatever you need for the paint and painting. I will also get some new chrome stuff like driving lights with a light bar and some nice case guards. The taillight is cracked so I'll get one of those fancy ones that are out front. The bike will look totally different, making it really be mine."

"You can pay us for the paint, but not the painting. I owe you so much for doing the heads for me that a paint job for you is nothing. And you have been feeding us and letting us sponge beer almost every night. How can friends charge a giving friend for a little time," Charlie said almost looking watery eyed.

"He has been getting some of my prime, biker bitch pussy pretty often though. That's probably a fair exchange," Shawna laughed.

"Riiiight," said Charlie. "Like you could have resisted that monster that's swinging between his legs you wanton slut. Besides, it's been a fair swap, Kathy, Double-D, Ruth and Sue. I just love variety. My red headed wonder is more than enough for me, but I swear, every time you thump the little sex machine Steve, she damn near screws me to death. Nope, it's been a fair swap."

"In that case how about a nooner, stud?" Shawna came over and hugged me trying to pull my face down to kiss her while she was fondling my crotch.

"Sorry Shawna, I have to save up for my afternoon delight. Sue is promising something special."

I waved and left them with my sheet metal, going back to the house.

The trailer was Spic-n-Span and I had entered everything in the various categories that Sue had specified on Quick Books. I had even experimented getting on the Internet. Looking at Sue's site again, finding some before and after pictures she had there. Her face had been pretty in the before picture but was now not only pretty but also cute. I guess she had to have a lot of surgery after the accident.

The Internet seemed very interesting. Remembering that the company that I had worked for did a lot of their correspondence by email, I opened Outlook express and worked through entering the correct information to receive email. As soon as I finished doing all the entries, I did the receive function and did receive an email from Microsoft welcoming me to Outlook Express and another to direct me to a Microsoft page that would help me find out everything about their products.

I looked up Sue's page again copied her email address, created an email, and sent her a note telling her how great she looked in her before and after pictures on her site. I also mentioned I was looking forward to our spending the afternoon together and clicked on send.

I shut down the PC and washed up, putting on a pair of my Dockers and one of my new shirts along with dress socks and my new loafers. Wow! I had not worn anything but jeans and military clothes for many years. I didn't think I looked too bad.

Sue came in the door and stopped, looking at my new appearance, "You look different, a lot different. You look very nice dressed up like that. I think I'm partial to you in jeans but this is a nice change. I wonder what you will look like in a suit, probably very nice. Come on lunch is ready."

Before she got to the door, she turned back and around hugged and kissed me, "Thanks for the email. I'm proud of you for figuring out how to do it. And thanks for checking me out on the web."

We had a nice lunch of some light soup and a salad. She did make me a sandwich to go along with everything knowing I needed more food than she did. She said to wait a couple of minutes and she would be ready to go.

Ten minutes later she came down her hallway. Her hair was freshly brushed out framing her tanned face that had make up on it, another first. I kind of liked her better without makeup, more natural. But she did look good.

She had on a very nice loose blouse tucked into a skirt that wasn't short but above her knees by a couple of inches. Her blouse was open far enough to give the viewer an exciting expanse of cleavage. Sue has a mile of cleavage and she was showing three quarters of a mile.

We took her car out to Westshore Mall. This was a very large mall with lots of upscale stores. We walked through the mall looking in the windows of many stores. We stopped in a couple of shops where Sue looked at skirts and a couple of blouses. We went into Sears where she rummaged through all the bras they had, finally taking two of them into the fitting room to try on. When she came out, she said one of them was really nice and she was going to buy that one. She bought some panties as well before we went to the catalogue department where she ordered three more bra's exactly like the one she had just bought. Next was to the junior department to buy more jeans. She bought three pair of Levi's having to try a pair on to make sure of the fit. As we started toward the entrance to leave, she stopped at the shoe department. She tried on three different styles of work boots until she found a pair she felt comfortable in. Women have a difficult time buying men's shoes that feel good.

Carrying all the bags through the mall made me feel that it was like Christmas time since I rarely ever spent longer than twenty minutes shopping anywhere. We stopped in front of Victoria Secrets. She smiled at me and said, "Now we're going to have fun."

Inside she looked at bras first. Surprising to me but not to her, they didn't have any H's or double H's in stock. I didn't even know there was such a thing as an H.

Next she looked at blouses finding one that wasn't all that sexy but it was pretty. Next was lingerie, oh boy. Let your imagination run wild. The only thing she really liked was a sheer red peignoir that would look great with her tan and dark brown hair.

After Victoria's we went to a shop that sold some of the clothes Sue sold on her web site. They had three separate areas. The front had slacks, skirts, blouses and accessories. The middle had large size dresses and high-end skirt and jacket suits or ensembles as they are called. The back room had lingerie. That area was full of women in various stages of dress, trying on things. There were only two other guys present, one a skinny guy that was being harassed by a very large dominant woman. He was trying to be helpful but the large woman he was with just kept verbally slamming him, almost making him whimper. He should give her up.

I checked out all the big ladies. Some were not all that heavy, just bigger than the average lady. Almost all of them were good looking, voluptuous, very attractive. With some you just imagined how much fun it would be to have all the flesh to kiss and play with.

Sue was amused at my interest saying that most guys would be repulsed viewing all those big ladies. I said that there was beauty in everyone. Some thin women were not pretty at all and could be really ugly depending on their attitude. Any woman could be beautiful if they had a beautiful loving attitude. I said that looking around, I pointed to the lady who was being too bitchy to the little guy with glasses, "She is ugly, really ugly." There was a youngish girl that had a real weight problem. She was going to have some health problems if she didn't help herself but she was very pretty. I pointed her out to Sue saying how pretty she was and that she probably had a beautiful personality. I even said she was kind of sexy looking. Sue laughed and said that what I thought was sexy on her was her large chest.

Sue's was bigger on her small frame. She found a couple of more bras built strong enough to control her size. One was a sexy bra that gave her even more cleavage. She was so excited about it when she tried it on, she came out of the dressing room to show me.

The other guy, probably in his late fifties in the department with his large good looking wife almost choked when he saw the size of Sue. She almost looks deformed with her huge firm boobs on such a small chassis. She does have a backside that commands attention but her chest mesmerizes everyone who sees her, male or female. The guy's wife looked at him then looked where he was staring. She smiled, turned back to him and rubbed a breast against his arm while surreptitiously groping him. The lady caught me smiling while catching her teasing him and grinned. She was blushing as she continued to tease him while he stared at Sue.

Sue was showing me how well the bra was constructed and how it held her up so nicely. She said that this bra would be perfect to work in because it had industrial strength, wide shoulder straps to spread the weight. The more she hefted her big breasts with her hands, the bigger that guys eyes grew. Finally Sue went back into the fitting to try on more stuff. The guy snapped out of it and blushed because his wife must have had him on the edge.

The teasing lady had a sexy gown in her hands going to the fitting room. She said to me as she passed, "You caught me."

"Yep, you were really teasing him," I said then felt the soft sheerness of the gown, "I'll bet you'd look luscious in that."

She gave me a sexy teasing smile and said, "Maybe," going into the fitting room.

The guy came up to stand near me as we were both waiting for our ladies to come out.

Suddenly, a red mirage with lots of lady underneath appeared in the doorway. My chin must have hit the floor. Wow, she was queen size, but really sexy. She had modestly left her thong underwear on but her breasts were in full view. When she turned around to show the whole gown, her nicely rounded very full cheeks flexed right in front of me.

I had not noticed but Sue had come out of the fitting room, next to me witnessing the ladies tease. While we both watched the poses of the lady, Sue stroked my cock which was sticking down my leg making it look like I had one of those long mag lights stuck down there. The lady noticed and gave an "Oow" look with her lips and smiled at Sue as she came out, quickly gave her husband a full body hug and went back into the dressing room.

Sue teased me for lusting after an older lady. She said it loud enough to attract the man's attention. He blushing said, "When she gets wound up, she can be a handful, or would that be two hands full." We laughed with him and went to the register with the bra, a few pieces of filmy lingerie and a blouse.

As we walked back out in the mall, Sue said she needed a couple of work blouses for when she wasn't wearing coveralls. We went into Penny's and looked at ladies blouses and finally we went to look at men's shirts. She found a couple of shirts that she thought would fit so we went to a fitting room where she tried them on. She came back out saying they would work but she had to modify them by taking up the waist a little so the shirt wouldn't be so loose under her chest.

Back at the park, Sue unpacked all her clothes and separated them in piles so she could wash them. She told me to go get all my new clothes and she would wash them too. She was going to start with the underwear so I was to hurry and get mine.

While the underwear was washing she brought out a sewing machine. She ripped out the sides of the blouse and while wearing her heavy-duty bra, she put the blouse on standing in front of her full-length mirror at the end of her hallway. She had me help pin the sides so she could tell how much to take the shirt in.

Back at the sewing machine she sewed the sides but she also did some at a place she had put a pin. She said she was putting darts in the shirt. She explained that it was so the shirts would fit under her breasts better. It was beyond me, I wouldn't know.

While she was beginning to iron some of the clothes, I suggested that I go to the grocery store for some ribs. I asked her whether her diet could handle that. She said it was not a problem, the quantity she ate was more important. She asked to make sure we had plenty of veggies, as she didn't eat a lot of potatoes. When I asked about corn on the cob, she said she thought her dentures could handle it.

I bought four big slabs of ribs followed by going over to Wal-Mart to pick up a bigger grill. I got a bigger Webber kettle that would be a good smoker for ribs and chicken. Wal-Mart had good prices on charcoal so I bought two big bags. Since it takes so long to cook ribs right, I first put a big pot of water on the stove to boil the ribs. Next I started the charcoal with absolute minimum amount I could get by with. After boiling the ribs, I put them on the grill to start cooking them slowly.

Sue was done with all my clothes so I had all my nice stuff ready to wear including what I had worn earlier. Sue said she was going to work on some business stuff and would come over in a while. I told her the ribs would be done around six.

Jim wandered over to see what I was cooking. I said we were all having ribs and corn on the cob tonight.

"Us too?" he asked.

"You two guys too," I said. "Let's have a beer."

I got him a beer and a little after that Hanna showed up. While Jim was telling her that they were invited to eat with us, I saw Charlie and Shawna come in so I got three more beers. The five of us shot the shit for a while before Charlie and Shawna said they wanted to shower before supper. Jim and Hanna said that was a good idea so while they were gone, I washed out the pot that I had boiled the ribs in and started some more water for the corn on the cob. We needed something else to go with the meal so I opened a couple cans of green beans. Since I like salad, I made up a huge bowl and mixed in the Caesar dressing.

The ribs were nearing the point where they were going to be perfect so I hoped Sue and all the others would return pretty soon. I set the table putting out small plates on top of the regular sized plates for the salad. I remembered to put a large stack of napkins on the table as well. I hoped to surprise everyone with the elegance of a real cloth tablecloth. It gave the patio a real homey atmosphere.

Sue showed up saying the ribs were smelling up the park. People were going to attack us to get some. Jim and Hanna came over followed by Charlie and Shawna. I got everyone a beer except Sue and told them to dig in. The planning was perfect. When we finished eating the salad, I asked the girls to pull the corn out of the water with the tongs and put them in a bowl and to pour the green beans in another bowl. I cut the ribs up, putting them on my giant platter. Four full slabs make quite a stack.

I told everyone that I had only lightly treated the ribs with a thin barbecue sauce so they were responsible for the amount of sauce they wanted on them. We all dug in ravenously, making graveyards of bones on our plates. Sue ate quite a few along with a piece of corn and some beans. She moaned she was going to exercise me to death for feeding her so much. Everyone was sitting back rubbing their bellies enjoying more beer when Tiny and Ruth came.

I got them some beer and they asked if there was any food left. Looking at the table, I could see that we could easily feed them. I took two plates in and washed them real quick and brought them back out. While they were filling their plates, I cleaned off the rest of the dishes and replenished cans of beer for everyone.

Tiny complimented me on the ribs saying they rivaled Sonny's. I didn't know who Sonny was but from the reaction of everyone else, he must make good ribs. Charlie remarked about the new grill. I told him the little one just wasn't big enough to cook for the six of us and if Tiny and Ruth wanted to join us sometime, we definitely needed the bigger grill.

Charlie said that we needed to set up an eating schedule, plan some menus then take turns buying food so it would be fair among us. Ruth and Tiny said that when they wanted to join us they would buy all or most of everything. The discussion then was that our table was only for six and we needed to figure out how to get a table for more people.

Sue went inside and got one of my big notebooks and a pen. She gathered the girls around her and they began doing a menu for the week. When they were done, they were high fiving each other for planning a couple of weeks in advance.

Jim said he thought Charlie and him should chip in on the beer too, as he knew that Hanna and he could put away a serious amount of beer. I asked them if they liked draft beer. Everyone there waved their heads yes. Charlie smiled that he could use his new Harley stein he got last Christmas. I said that I might have a surprise for them.

Shawna was bragging that as soon as they went to the bank and sent Kathy the money, the house would be theirs free and clear. Hanna and Jim said that they felt rich that they now owned their own place, even if they had to pay lot rent.

Charlie said that while he had put the finishing touches on the knuckle, Shawna had prepped my sheet metal and primed it so he would start painting it tomorrow.

Jim said he would find out about the fairing and dash for the evolution and put aside a windshield. He told me to call or come by tomorrow.

We all said we were ready to just veg out the rest of the evening to get ready for next week. Sue and I finished up the dishes and cleaned up outside before stretching out on the couch to watch some TV.

While we sort of watched a movie, Sue gave me some history.

She said that she had been chubby as a kid and grew up not growing very tall but staying very big, heavy. She said at thirteen that she had a bigger chest than most mature women did. Throughout her high school years she was shunned for being fat. In college she felt like she had the plague as others just didn't want to hang around her. One guy liked her and they dated for a while. She said she was on top of the world and he was her first. She said there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. The end of that relationship was when she saw him with another girl then telling his buddies how she was a great fuck and had great tits to play with but she wasn't marrying material.

Sue said she had a couple of other sort of boy friends that she had sort of a relationship with but was disappointed when they didn't want to be seen with her.

Sue decided that she was going to lose weight so she began seriously dieting, almost overdoing it. When she became sickly from lack of nourishment she went to a weight loss doctor. She said that almost killed her too, as the doctor was a quack, prescribing and issuing addictive weight loss pills.

Then she had her accident. She said it was so bad she had spent more than a month in the hospital. After she was released all the cosmetic surgery and the re-constructive work on her one ankle began. The cosmetic work took two years while she rehabbed the legs and ankle. Sue gave her Mom the credit for taking care of her. She said without her Mom, she would have been lost.

When I said she would have to introduce me she said she would as soon as her Mom came back from visiting relatives up north.

Sue next explained that while she was doing all the surgeries and cosmetic work, she met a nutritionist who was also a certified physical trainer. She began eating right, working out right, and gaining self-confidence as she went.

As she slimmed down, she said guys began flocking to her to get a chance to play with her chest. She didn't feel comfortable so she stayed away from them. She was helping out at a big ladies store when she got the idea that she could probably make a living selling specialty clothes on the Internet. She made a deal with a single manufacturer that fronted her lots of help to get her started.

She also started a site to help overweight girls lose weight. It wasn't a paid site but one anyone could go to to learn how to slim down the way she did.

With some of her settlement money, Sue bought her mobile home, as she wanted to be independent and to let her Mom have the life she wanted without worrying about her.

Sue said, "That brings me up to looking out my kitchen window and seeing you. There was something about you. You were all shaggy looking but you seemed happy and enthusiastic. You made friends so fast with your neighbors and started dating Kathy. When I heard Kathy was moving, you showed up with Denise. Denise was built big on top so I thought I had a chance if I could meet you.

"I heard about how you met Kathy at the pool. Ruth and I sunbathe a lot so I bought that bikini to get your attention if Denise left. It's nuts that the first time I get to wear it to entice you, it's raining cats and dogs.

"It worked out though, you looked me in the eye, not at my tits and looked into me, not at me. I knew it when I first saw you, I knew it when I found out so much about you and I knew it for sure when you looked me in the eye. We were meant to be."

"Ruth and I had this plan on how I was going to seduce you. I think she wanted to seduce you too but I beat her to it. I had thought about taking it slow but as soon as we met, I was sending pheromones like crazy. Tiny was about ready to attack Ruth before he went to work. But you, you just looked me in the eye and made love to me in my mind. My nipples wanted to shoot off my tits into your hands or into your mouth. I wanted you to touch them while always before, I was repulsed by a guys desire to handle my breasts."

"The rest you know. We've been together almost constantly and I'm always reluctant to let you out of my sight. I know it's silly but I'm afraid someone will steal you or you'll lose interest or you'll pack up and just vanish. You're accumulating too much now to just leave but I still want to be with you all the time.

"When you took me to work with you, that was the most exciting and satisfying thing I've ever done. You, the guy that I'm crazy about, taught me how to do something to be useful and I did it. I know I even did a good job. I can't tell you how proud I was at what we accomplished together. The prospect of working with you like that all the time is so exciting, I almost pee in my pants. So when are we going to do it again?"

"Tuesday."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow I'm going to the DMV to get my picture taken for my carry permit. I'm going to take the big bike down to the Harley dealership to put on a new fairing and windshield. Next I'm going to go to a couple of equipment dealers to see if I can pick up a couple of generators and compressors to rebuild. I also want to buy some equipment for Abe's shop. That will probably be the whole day."

"Can I come along?"

"Sure we'll have a great time together. I'll show you more about all the craziness that commercial welders get into."

"Goodie, I promise to be good and not keep you from doing what you do so well, making money."

I laughed and turned off the TV. "Here or your place?"

"Here," she said snuggling in for a kiss.

I picked her up and carried her through the small door into the bedroom where I gently put her down. I undressed her, kissing everywhere that I uncovered, and I quickly undressed myself. It took an hour or so but we managed to put each other to sleep.



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Chapter 22

Day Twenty-two - Monday

I woke at six snuggled to Sue's back with my left hand clutching a breast. I squeezed the breast and kissed her neck thinking that we might get something started. She moaned and turned over for some wakeup kisses. We kissed for only a few seconds when her eyes opened wide and her hand shot down to her crotch.

She brought it up and looked at and said, "Shit," getting out of bed quickly and going to the bathroom. She came out and grabbed her panties, put them on then stuffed some toilet paper in them.

"I've started my period. I think it's early as I still have a couple of pills left. I have to go home and get some supplies. Don't mess with the sheets, I'll wash them later. I've got to go, I'll be right back."

She left in a rush. I looked at the bed and there was not a spot anywhere. I put on the coffee then took a quick shower, put on jeans, one of my new shirts, and my new boots. Grabbing a cup of coffee I went out to the patio and turned on the light.

This was a neat signal. Glenda came walking across the yard with Hanna while Tiny and Ruth came from the other direction. A minute later, Shawna walked up. The girls were all wearing conservative terrycloth or thick robes this morning. Not showing anything.

Shawna bitched, "I got my damned period this morning, now the world has to pay for me being female for a couple of day. Warning, I am not a nice person when I get this."

Hanna laughed, "Must be in the water out here, mine came too, I don't think I'm early but then I'm not the best at keeping track."

Tiny looked at Ruth and rolled his eyes. Ruth spoke up, "Don't feel like the lone stranger, I popped my gasket this morning too, right in the middle of some damn good loving. Sure glad the giant isn't put off by that stuff. It was too good to stop. But I had to put the sheets and mattress pad in to soak."

Sue had come up during Hanna's exclamation looked at Shawna with a questioning look who nodded then said, "Damn, all of us at once? Well at least we must be in sync with each other."

Glenda laughed, "I guess I have all the men to myself for a couple of days. Okay guys, take a number, I'll be with you as soon as I can."

"You wish," Martin said as he came onto the patio, "You wouldn't know how handle all these guys. They would be way too much for any one woman."

Charlie came up on the patio and said, "Where do I get my number, Glenda's a prize. I get firsts."

"First at what Charlie?" asked Jim said as he arrived. "You're always trying to do something with someone."

Shawna, the least bashful of the bunch proclaimed, "For you two sleepy head's information, all four of us have begun our periods this morning which means the bitchiness begins, as of right now."

Charlie and Jim looked at each other and groaned at the same time, "Oh shit."

I brought out more coffee and made some more.

Ruth asked Sue if she were going to the gym or getting some sun saying, "If you don't get back out in the sun, you're going to lose that dynamite tan."

"I guess I'm going to have to work out a schedule for myself too. The gym's important but I don't have to tan. I can always use the tanning booth they have," Sue said thinking about the problem.

Ruth said, "I don't have to stay out in the sun long - just about ten to fifteen minutes on the front and the back about same. You can afford a half-hour, right? Besides you could swim a half-hour and tan a half-hour getting your exercise and tan all at once."

"We might do that," Sue said looking at me. "Steve has a bunch of things he wants to do today though."

I told Jim, "I'm going to bring my bike in so if you have the used parts, put them on, otherwise order them in and do whatever service is scheduled on that thing. I really want to get back on the road."

"That'll work, I'll let the service guys know you're family. They'll take care of you," Jim said. "Time for me to get, I have to punch the clock."

Charlie said he had a bunch of work to get caught up on and would see us later. Shawna smiled and followed him.

Tiny said to Ruth, "Stay out in the sun a little longer today and get your vitamin C. It will make you nicer to be around. I have to get going early, I have a big day."

Hanna looked at Ruth, "I'm off today, can I come with you? I need some sun."

"Sure honey, we'll go over and tease some guys. They don't know that we're out of commission," Ruth laughed.

"I ain't out of commission," Hanna smiled. "That's what plastic sheets are for. Are you kidding, I'm not giving up dick just because I'm bleeding. I have to be a little careful but Jim is as gentle as can be. Not to worry Ruth, if Tiny needs some help, I'm ready and just as horny as ever."

"Charlie won't let me go to work when I have my period because I am a bitch when I'm on the rag. I'll send him over to you Glenda or you Hanna cause I don't want anything to do with men for a couple of days," Shawna said then continued. "I want to sunbathe with you guys though, it might make me feel better."

By now the sun was getting Florida bright. I looked around, "Alright girls anyone that wants to go for a swim and get some sun, get your suit on, grab your lotion, a towel, and let's get. Times a wastin'."

The five women went in mostly five directions. Martin said, "You sure know how to get them moving. Man, five women, four on the rag, you're nuts. I'm stayin' right here. Leave the door open and I'll have some more coffee and clean up. I'll either stay here or watch the place."

"Okay Martin, it's a deal," I said going in to put on my swimsuit and grab a towel. As I passed the counter I added tanning lotion to my 'things to buy' list.

Hanna, Shawna and Ruth stretched out in hot morning Florida sun while Sue and I got in the pool and swam. We pounded the water fast and hard for close to a half-hour before we gave up. We spent long enough oiling each other down that the other three were chiding, "Get a room."

Sue watched the time and had us flip at fifteen minutes. When the next fifteen minutes was over she said, "Let's wind ourselves again in the pool then go get some stuff done." When we finished Sue said, "We did a good job tiring our bodies out, as my arms are almost numb."

Sue went to her place to shower and dress while I showered and dressed in my trailer. I redressed in the same clothes as I had on when I started the day and met Sue outside. I had her drive the pickup while I rode the bike to the Harley store on Dale Mabry. Jim was at the service desk when I walked in and said, "You're in luck. You have a choice of new or used."

The bike was used so it didn't make any difference if the dash, fairing and windshield were used. I saved over one hundred fifty by buying used. Jim said I could pick it up this afternoon if I paid the people up front now. He told me that paid for work always goes to the front of the line. I reminded him of the service work and he said he knew the bike and it wasn't due for much. He would make sure it was done.

Sue and I left for an opportunity to pick up some used Onan mobile generators to rebuild and resell. The place was actually a junk dealer. He had almost new stuff to some old machinery that was made before he was born and he was old.

He had seven big generators and four compressors. At least half looked like they could be put back into service. The others were questionable. He had it in his head the eleven pieces were a package deal. I think he just wanted to clear some space. We were not anywhere near an agreement when I spotted something. He had what looked like a brand new group of equipment setting together, just what I was looking for. A commercial compressor, a big parts washer and a bead blaster. The gloves in the bead blaster didn't look like they had ever been used. The other pieces of equipment were a sand blasting unit and a commercial pressure washer.

The guy saw me looking at the equipment and he said that if I would pay him a grand a piece for the eleven units he would throw the stuff I was looking at in for five hundred.

That probably wasn't a bad deal but I really didn't want five of the units and that represented five grand. I tried to explain that to him. He threw his hands up and said, "okay, okay, give me seven fifty each and I'll give you the stuff you want."

I grimaced to make it good then shook my head. "Take a check or do you want a credit card? And how much to get it delivered." He soaked me another five hundred to get them all over to the storage place but said they would be delivered around three. I called the shop and asked Abe if he could be there at three to take delivery of a bunch of stuff and he said he could be. I told him that he would be busy for a while. He laughed and said, "Bring it on." I mentioned that he needed to arrange a couple of parking spaces together so we could store the units before they were rebuilt.

That took care of a bunch of items on my list. I took Sue to lunch at a little café in an industrial park I had seen. We found out it was run by a Greek guy whose family had run the restaurant there for fifty years. This kid knew everyone in business in the area. Hopefully he enjoyed Sue's cleavage within her industrial strength bra as he stared at it the entire time we spoke. He kept coming over to our table to get another look. I know Sue's chest is the eighth wonder of the world but jeez, the guy was really obvious. Sue thought it was funny.

From there I went to see Gene real quick to get an estimated timing on when they would need the next frame. He said I could do another with materials he had any time. The sooner the better but it wasn't critical like the last one. He also said that a couple of team owners had looked at my work and wanted me to call them. Gene went to his office and came back out with names and phone numbers. He gave a little advice. Some owners are good pay some are really slow. You might want to make sure you have an agreement in writing when you will be paid, you know, like when the work is accepted. He also suggested that I should sell the tubing and make a profit, as most of the owners didn't shop the price very well.

I told Gene that when he buys tube steel next to let me prime the place where I got my materials and perhaps we could do better. He said he wanted to try a frame with my idea of 18 percent stainless and see how the car drives.

From there we went to the car builder to make sure he had his tubing and the copies of the blue prints. He did and I said I would set up and start tomorrow. I wrote out a simple agreement that said he would pay me upon acceptance.

It was still early enough so I drove to the DMV and stood in line to get my picture and permanent carry permit. With that done, we went to the shop.

Abe was showing a guy with a big flatbed where he wanted the units. The delivery people had a forklift that was able to pick up the units and put them right in place. Abe had looked at them and told the driver to put one at his workshop along with the flat full of the extras I had gotten thrown in.

We wrestled the compressor we were going to use into place where the electrician could wire it. I told Abe to have a plumber put pipe around his shop and around my future shop with air connectors. We also needed a good dryer for the air compressor so any tools we used would stay in good condition.

We put the washer and bead blaster in place, the sand blaster in my space, and the pressure washer in the storage area.

I wrote in my 'to buy' note book, fluid for the parts washer, beads, shop towels, air chocks and some air hose.

Abe was already messing with the generator he picked out. He said he needed some diesel fuel so I told him to take it out of the big truck if he wanted then we would order fifty-five gallon drums of fuel with a hand pump like the stuff used on construction jobs. Abe suggested we buy gas as well because some of the units are gas burners and some are diesel.

I went up to the office to ask about hazardous storage. The owner said he appreciated that I came to ask him. He said to store it with a lock and key in one of my parking spaces. He gave me the name and phone number of some fuel delivery people. I used my cell phone to call them. The guy asked if this was for construction or off road use. When I said generators and compressors, the guy gave me a price that was sixteen cents a gallon under what you pay at the pump. I ordered the two products with hand pumps and locking nozzle. The person who I talked to said a driver should be by before we closed today. After I gave him my credit card number, he said a driver would check and refill the barrels every two weeks on his regular route.

Back at the shop, Abe asked me when my steel tubing was coming. I thought that since it was coming by truck, delivered from either Akron, Ohio or Dunedin, New York, the tubing and flat steel would be here probably by the end of the week.

The electrician came by to finish the lights in the big unit so I had him wire the compressor. The bead blaster and parts washer operated off 110 and we had an outlet where they were needed already.

Telling Abe I would be back in less than an hour, I went to ACME industrial supply. I bought two types of parts washing fluid in five gallon bottles. Next was a hundred pound bag of beads. They had a huge case of shop towels with a fifty- percent rebate if you used their cleaning service for the towels. I knew they had a bunch of air equipment so I bought the dryer, a kit with all the different types of air tools except impact wrenches, a thirty foot pull down air hose and two twenty-five foot hoses with fittings already on them.

On the way back we stopped at a gas station and repair shop that had a Snap-On driver making his regular route visit. I asked him if he covered the storage place and he did. When I said that we were a new shop and needed a complete set of impact tools, he asked if he could stop by after this call. I smiled happily saying, "Come on down."

Back at the shop, I unloaded everything, filled the bead blaster, put the jugs next to the parts washer and worked on installing the dryer for the compressor. As a temporary fix I used a twenty-five foot hose to connect the reel pull down unit that I mounted on the door side of the big work bench.

There was a motor starting, coughing and spitting then catching and finally smoothing out. It ran for a minute then shut off. A couple seconds later, it cranked up again, this time smoothing out instantly.

Outside Abe was busily making adjustments to the big generator he had put down by the shop. He shut it down saying the motor was in great shape as was the generator. The best he figured it had probably been used only once or twice before being set out to be left unused, rusting. He said the oil was old but still clean, that's how unused the generator was.

Abe made a list of, tires, paint and oil saying this and two others we had bought were the largest top of the line industrial generators available. He bragged than Onan had made such a good product about ten years ago, they had not changed one thing on them since.

When he told me that this generator sold new for over thirty thousand right now, I asked him where we were going to find a buyer for something so expensive used. With a big grin, Abe told me that if the local guy didn't buy it, he knew of several big construction companies that would willingly pay fifteen or better for a good used product. The idea of doubling my money on the first item sold made me giddy. I choked while drinking from a water bottle.

Sue was standing in the shop with her hands on her hips, laughing at me, "You were so afraid to take all of those units, you made the man take far less than they were worth. Aren't you ashamed?"

Abe answered her, "Never be ashamed of negotiating a good deal. If the guy was going to lose money, he wouldn't have sold Steve everything he brought here. I don't know what he paid for all this, and I don't care, what I know is that I have six or seven months of work out there plus anything else that Steve or I can bring in. This is the happiest I've been since I retired. I work when I want to and I get to work on what I want to. This," he waved at the area, "is becoming a first class shop."

The Snap-On guy drove up right then and I told Abe, "Lets make it better. Get all the impact wrenches, sockets and tools you need. Check the tool kit I picked up so you don't buy duplicates unless you need them. Also be sure to buy any other tools you might need."

I gave him a company credit card I had gotten for him from the bank, complete with his and the company name. He looked at me funny and said, "You know, I worked for Onan for most of my life, traveled all over making sure people knew how to fix our products and managing a huge budget. But in all those years, they never gave me a credit card. This just shows me how much trust and faith you have in me."

"Good," I said happily. "You've been a friend, a good landlord, and now a great partner having some fun while I'm either on vacation or starting a business."

"If this is your idea of a vacation, you must be a terror at work," Abe said.

Sue let it slip, "When I was finding out about Steve, one of his bosses in Oklahoma said they used to have to make him go home at night and to take days off. When there wasn't anything to do, he would help the mechanics pull routine maintenance on the equipment."

I looked at Sue and asked, "You talked to Fred?"

"Yes," Sue admitted. "He was listed as your sponsor to go to the platforms and had the same address as one of my customers so I asked his wife to find out if I could ask him questions. He really liked you, but he didn't feel they had enough work to keep you so he sent you off to the platforms where there are several places to work, not just a couple."

"I wondered how they chose me to go out there. Sure was good money though."

"Only good money if you don't go to shore and spend it all on booze, women and drugs according to Fred," Sue said.

"I don't like to just go out drinking alone, the women I saw probably had bugs crawling up and down their legs and drugs are no fun. I've seen too many people hurt by them. I tried pot once when I was a teen but didn't like the feeling of not being in control, the other stuff may have a bad rap but it scares the shit out of me."

"You're a good young man," Abe said. "You have good values and you offer yourself to others as a good friend. With that attitude and as industrious as you are, you'll do fine. Now that you seem to have a woman looking after you, your life will get even better."

Sue blushed but said, "He's kind of my keeper right now but I'm not going to let him out of sight because I feel we were intended."

"Then I hope you snare him and keep him around," Abe said. "I need him to keep my sanity."

"Enough chatter, go slow down that Snap-On guy so we don't pay for his wife's new car. He was in surveying what tools you have so he probably is making a huge list," I said thinking that a big tool chest full of useful tools would be good to have, anyway.

An hour later and almost ten grand later, we had a stack of new tools, both standard and impact. A new big roll around chest would be here in the morning. I was even able to get some more bits and small files for the welding truck.

The electrician was done, so we tested the compressor. Since it looked new I really didn't anticipate any problems with it. The big hundred and fifty-gallon tank filled up quickly and shut off where it was set at one hundred-sixty-five pounds per square inch. Air would bleed off when it was not in use but this would be a boon for Abe while working on equipment.

Abe asked if he could get some sand for the sandblaster, as he wanted to clean up the sheet metal on the generator before he painted it. I made sure he knew to use the spray bottle and the compressor when he did the job and he understood. He said he would pick up the oil, tires, a new battery, paint and some grease for the wheel bearings and other moving parts in the morning. He said the generator should be ready to sell by Friday at the latest.

Sue asked me, "If you want to pick up your motorcycle today, we should be going. It's starting to get late and the traffic picks up on Dale Mabry."

We said goodbye to a happy Abe and drove to the Harley store. Jim said the bike was done and in the ready lane. I told him, we would look for him for a beer in a little while and he nodded. I paid the rest of the bill and asked Sue to drive the truck home. She said she would stop at the grocery store for the supper the girls had planned.

The big bike rode well on the way home so I now felt there probably wasn't any additional damage to it caused by the accident. The new/used fairing, dash and windshield were all like brand new and were an exact match to my existing paint. No one would ever know. The insurance company didn't need to know I had intentionally wrecked the bike with a passenger on it, regardless of the circumstances.

When I rode up to the house, there was a sheriff's marked car in the drive way with the Sergeant and one of the detective suits sitting on the patio. I shut the bike down and asked them how I could help them.

The detective sort of sneered, "I'm here to take your statement about the incident. The Sargeant wouldn't let me call you down to the station. I don't know what makes you so special, but let's get it done."

The Sargeant was smiling, "He doesn't understand or appreciate that you saved one of us, it could have been him. He also doesn't believe the file on the wars you had out here. He says no biker and little girl could take on that family, especially outnumbered. He just doesn't understand what a Marine is, Semper Fi," the Sarge smiled real big.

"Ooow Rah!" I said in the patented response of one Marine to another.

The detective grilled me and I responded. When he was done, the Sargeant began his instruction, "Detective, the way to get a statement for a homicide investigation is to first find out if the interviewee will write it down for you. Then you read the statement, ask any questions that you feel are valid and then you have a good interview. As it is, you do not have a time line or an accurate series of events in the order they happened. Instead of being a creative writer, why don't we do this in the proper order."

"You can't tell me how to do my job," the detective blustered. "I'm a detective and you're nothing but a street cop. I'm done here, let's go."

"Steve, please observe an appropriate reprimand," the officer said pointing to his collar. "These new bars, saying I am the captain, give me the right and rank to assist and train you in any way I deem necessary. Although my primary area of responsibility is with the patrol units, I'm still the captain of our division within which, you are a lowly newbie detective. Now go sit in the car while I apologize to a man that saved one of us."

The detective was really frowning but got up and went to the car. I turned to the new captain and stuck out my hand, "Congratulations, that's quite a promotion from Sargeant to captain. You skipped a grade."

"It happens where there is an opening. They wanted experience in the position and there was no one with more than a couple of years as a deputy to promote, so I got the chance."

"Well good luck. Stop by when you're off duty and have beer one evening. We're here most every evening from around five-thirty to six. We're all friendly out here so feel welcome to come."

"I have to go, because the jerk didn't do a very good job, we may have to come out to do it again, sorry about that. I will make sure none of them call demanding you come down to the station."

"If that is what's needed you know I'll come down," I said then remembered something that had been said, "What's this about a homicide investigation?"

"Well the guy that you squashed had just popped a guy ten to fifteen minutes before the patrol deputy stopped him making part of this a homicide investigation. The shooter didn't live through getting his insides squished by a big Harley so that is accidental or as the coroner's inquest stated, a justifiable homicide. You're clear, it's just that the file needs to be complete in case the deputy that was injured has action against us in the future. He may not ever come back to work."

"Sorry to hear that," I said. "If you need me to talk to him, call me. I can always give a guy a pep talk."

"We have all the shrinks in the world to fix him. I got to go, but I'll stop by soon and take you up on the free beer."

Sue drove up in the pickup as the new captain was leaving. He stopped the car and got out to say hi to Sue who had gotten out of the truck. While they were chatting, I opened the trailer and went out to the truck to bring in the groceries she bought.

The captain was cool, he kept eye contact with Sue instead of talking to her tits. I'm sure that made her day. We carried in everything. Sue had a bunch of chickens. She said we should cut them in half and slow cook them with some sauce.

While I was firing up the grill, Sue came out and said she was going to shower, put on some shorts, and get comfortable. She would be back to help with supper in a few minutes. Before I could finish getting the fire started, Glenda and Martin came over. Martin sat in the Glider while Glenda made herself at home going in to get some beer for the three of us. Jim and Hanna came over next, followed by Tiny and Ruth.

We were discussing my idea about getting a converted refrigerator to put out on the patio so we could just get full size kegs instead of hauling it in by the case. The beer distributors would swap kegs for us and make sure the co2 bottles were full. Tiny said one of his company's clients was Pepin distributing who was the local Anheuser Busch distributor. He said he would find out if they had any coolers like that or if they knew of anyone who was making them.

Tiny said we could just get a Draft Meister but he thought those only held a pony instead of a full keg. We all agreed a keg would be better. The route drivers wouldn't come out for a pony, they would for a keg.

Tiny was given that job to do.

The chicken had been on the grill a while when Shawna and Charlie rode in. When Charlie came up, he said my big bike looked good as new. I said I was happy that it was back to road ready as I was looking forward to a ride. Both Charlie and Jim chided me for riding a big garbage truck instead of an open bike like they had.

Eventually we ate, feeding all five couples salad, barbecued chicken, mashed potatoes and a combination green bean, carrot and pepper mix that was really good. The five women had teamed together in my little trailer's tiny kitchen to produce a great dinner.

Feeling really full after supper Glenda and Martin went out for a walk. Tiny and Ruth thought they would go with them while the six of us that were left said, "Let's ride."

We rode to Big Jim's and visited for a while before going over to the Vanishing point. Jim wanted to ride out to Plant City, as there was a great place to go on Monday night. We went out I275 to I4 to get there. It's only about twenty minutes from the outer area of Tampa to Plant City. I turned the radio on asking Sue what kind of music she liked. She had me turn to WQYK to listen to top forty country tunes. Hanna heard the music and made Jim scoot up next to us to she could listen.

Sue was very relaxed riding. I was surprised since we had a bad experience the last time she rode. She was either fearless or she trusted me. Hopefully both, because if she were going to be my keeper, she needed to be fearless.

Jim led us to the small bar with a couple of hundred people milling around. There were folks from as far away as Orlando and Sarasota that were there. We had a beer but passed on the ribs they were cooking, as we were all still full. Jim knew several people and Charlie knew even more. The big topic was that it looked like this coming year the legislature would repeal the helmet law in Florida. If it were repealed, I'd have to think about it a little, as I didn't think I would want Sue riding with me unprotected.

We stayed for an hour or so then agreed that it was time to head home. It was a pleasant ride home. Not much traffic, no incidents, just a smooth ride. Sue said she loved riding and wanted to take a long ride during the day soon.

We all went to our respective places, I put my bike away and Sue wanted to use her own bed with me in it. I got my stuff for the morning and we went to her place. We needed something sweet, so Sue got out some sherbet for us. We took it into the bedroom and stretched out in the bed watching TV. I had not noticed that she had a big built-in TV high on the wall opposite the bed. You could lay there and watch TV. She had a speaker built into the headboard of the bed so you could keep the volume low.

We ate our sherbet and progressed to kissing and hugging forgetting about the TV. Sue whispered in my ear, "You know I can't tonight, I'm broke."

"We don't have to have sex every night. I do have to have kisses and hugs though."

"But you're all hard and poking out."

"That's because I'm snuggled up to you. You turn me on just thinking of you much less hugging and kissing."

"You are so sweet. I just love the way you are," Sue said holding my hard dick poking out at her.

She kissed me then dove under the blanket and top sheet to place her tongue on the underside of the head. She licked it like an ice cream cone then took it into her mouth while stroking me. She took her mouth off me and I felt her rummaging around under the covers then she put her mouth back on me sliding me in and out, sucking.

Something felt different, smoother, more exciting. I was fondling and lightly pinching her nipples making her squirm while she brought me closer and closer. I told her that I was going to come, for her to take me out of her mouth but she kept on, increasing her stroke speed and the intensity of her sucking. I couldn't help it, I came in her mouth. My body had been getting used to a lot of sex and it had been more than a day since we had made love so when I came, it felt like a lot. She sucked until I began softening before she came up and kissed me, giving me a taste of myself as well.

She was "mmmmming" and then said. "Oh, nice, that really is good stuff. I wanted it on me but I like it in my tummy better. You're addicting."

Sue reached under the covers then brought her dentures to her mouth and slid them into place, "Did you like your first gum job?"

"Loved it."

"It won't be your last, cause I really like it. I even came when you did without touching myself. Just sucking you and you messing with my breasts, I came. That is really nice."

She snuggled up to me half laying on me, one of her giant boobs laying on my chest, "The first time I told you I loved you I was sort of involved doing something strange to be telling you that. I loved the fact you were so sharing but were still watching me, you were enjoying that I was being pleased. I had this overwhelming feeling of love for you right then, strange isn't it?"

She turned her face to me for some kisses then looking me in the eye, "I hope I don't run you off for being so forward, so fast, but I want to tell you every minute we're together that I love you. I love you Steve. It's the type of love that is consuming. I can't explain it, but from the first time I saw you I knew inside that you were special. When I met you in the rain, I felt a longing inside me for you that I've never felt before. Now, every time we make love, and laying here with you right now, it's so right, I feel complete, totally satisfied and content with you."

"Wow! How am I going to live up to all that. Sure hope I can because I've really grown fond of you in a very short time. The feelings I have for you are overwhelming, I don't understand them either, as I've never felt this way before. I'm very comfortable with you and want you to be the same with me. That may be love. I'm searching inside to find out if that's what love is."

"Take your time honey; I think we have plenty of time to decide what our future is and what love is."

We kissed for a few more minutes till our lips relaxed and our breathing became soft and regular. We slept.



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Chapter 23

Day Twenty-three - Tuesday

Something soft and moist was sliding up and down a few inches of my dick. The sensations were really intense. I didn't realize how close I was until I discerned the rhythmic squeezing of my balls.

There was no warning I erupted in the mouth that loved on me. I reached for her head and stroked it as soon as I started squirting. The mouth forced itself down on me and I could feel it start to slide into her the throat but it pulled off just as quickly.

Sue came up and kissed me, again forcing her tongue into my mouth, sharing a tiny bit of my emission. She kissed me softly, "Thank you for giving me my morning treat. I think that I may want that regularly, you know, like every day, every morning."

"I'm not going to complain except that I get to enjoy playing with you too."

"You can play with me as much as you want but I want that stuff either in my mouth, in my pussy or all over me, I love it."

We held each other a minute before Sue said, "You know I have so little real experience with guys that everything new we do is so good I want to do it all the time."

"Don't feel like the lone stranger there girl. My experience was extremely limited. I had a really long period of time where there was no one I wanted to be with or who wanted to be with me."

"Good, we'll learn all about this stuff together. We'll get Ruth to come over and tutor us. She'll probably want to demonstrate on you. I'm sure that wouldn't be all that unpleasant," Sue said laughing at the idea of Ruth not wanting to play.

"Let's get going, you have some frames to start today, right," Sue said, "I want to help more this time so our speed will pick up. You're going to have to show me how to cut and bend the metal so I can have more pieces ready for you while you're welding."

"We'll try, let's go."

We took a shower enjoying the intimacy of the touching but didn't go any further. I wasn't sure what would be okay to do in her condition. We put on shorts and T-shirts and went to my place to start coffee. When the little pot was done, we poured our cups and went outside to pull the light chain.

Like mosquitoes coming to the light, our coffee club members came out of their nests and came to the patio. In addition to her cup, Glenda carried a large crumb coffeecake, already divided up. Even our two resident sleepy heads, Martin and Charlie came early.

Hanna was bubbly for a girl having her period. Shawna asked her how she could be so happy when she was bleeding.

"No problem Shawna. I just make Jim get into the shower with me and we don't even have to clean up any mess. I take care of him; he takes care of me. A good morning fuck in the shower makes my day."

Martin and Glenda were laughing at how blunt Hanna was. Ruth nudged Tiny and said, "You know, we should be doing that."

Sue was acting precocious and when I offered her a piece of coffeecake she said, "I've already had something really gooey this morning, but okay, I think I can handle a piece of cake."

The girls all picked up on that and were chuckling but Shawna said, "When I'm this way, I'm just to miserable to do anything."

Charlie asked her, "Think you can work today?"

"Sure, if you can keep everyone away from me. You know how I am. I'm just a total bitch this time of the month, sorry."

We drank several pots of coffee before breaking up to start our day. Martin said it was time for him to do all the grass and he wanted to start while it was still a little cool. He said he was paid to cut the grass in our section of the park between the trailers.

Sue and I put on our coveralls but brought along some regular clothes too. We picked up the big truck and with Sue driving the pickup we went to the race car builders shop having to stop on the way to top off the truck's diesel fuel.

We discussed with the owner where I was going to work and where I could put my truck for close access. They gave us a well-lit area of the shop next to an overhead door. The shop was air-conditioned but he said if I needed to be back and forth to go ahead and leave the door open when I had to.

One of his men brought all the tubing and plates to the area with a forklift. I hung a blueprint up on the wall and I showed Sue how to figure out what pieces to cut from each piece of tube stock. Next I showed her how I set up the tube cutter using the vice on the truck table. We cut the first straight piece and numbered it and marked the blueprint with the same number.

Next was working with a piece that had a bend, this was trickier. Instead of cutting it and bending, we measured and marked the tube at the beginning of the bend. We set the tube in the bender and I fired up the gas torch, warming the metal. I showed her how to gently do the bend to almost where you thought it should be. Then we used the squares to measure the angle constantly measuring and bending till it was precise. I told her these might be more than she could do so if she wanted we could do all the bends together or I would do them while she was doing something else.

The final step with each piece was to file off any burrs on the ends where we had cut the tube, an easy but necessary step.

Next we took the bent tube and measured multiple times to make sure lengths were correct. When we were certain, we cut it and re-measured. We did the same piece for the other side before I let her go on doing the straight pieces while I worked on the tubes with the bends. We cut all of the tube for both cars, so we wouldn't have to restart the entire process.

By lunchtime we were finished cutting and bending all the tubing, ready to start welding. I had even cut out all the plates and tabs. We drove the pickup over to the little Greek restaurant and had his special of the day. The work had made Sue hungry and she ate a pretty big meal.

After lunch, Sue helped by getting the correct pieces and double-checking the blue prints for angle and position of a weld. I did my usual of tacking to make sure of the measurements before finishing a weld. As soon as I finished the front section, Sue began grinding and finishing welds. She was done with the front before I was finished welding the double checked tacks of the rear section. I finished the rear by three o'clock and started on the cage.

This cage design had a lot of steel but was not as complex as the NASCAR frame. I had it done and was working on the plates when the builder came up. He was amazed at what we had done. He asked if we were going to work late. I looked at Sue and decided we were not going to kill ourselves on a job that didn't have a critical deadline pending. I told the owner that we were going home and would see him tomorrow.

He questioned, "I thought you said doing these two frames might take you a week."

"I guess they could but I have a helper as you see and she's really good. We'll clean up and see you in the morning," I bragged.

That's what we did.

When we were in the pickup, my cell phone rang. It was Gene. He asked me if I could drop by his shop on the way home as he had something important to discuss.

When we got there, Gene showed us a mangled car. He said he was going to need another frame but also wanted a frame made of the steel I suggested for the mechanical team to tear up and analyze. This meant he needed two of those frames plus a regular one so he could replace the car.

"Isn't that a lot of money, three frames?" I asked.

Gene smiled, "It cost so much to keep this circus on the road and into races every week you have no idea. We piss away money on everything. Hardly any of that car out there will go into a new one. There's probably seventy-five to a hundred thousand worth of usable equipment on it but it's cheaper for us to just build another. We'll use some of the stuff, like the seats and safety harness, but that's all. The rest is just junk to us. So you go make me two special frames, one for my drivers and crew chiefs to test and one for the engineers to try to destroy. I'm curious how it turns out as I've been negotiating prices for the tubing and I think I can damn near match what we had been using. I'd like to have all three in three weeks or less."

I asked him for a set of blueprints and he gave me three instead of one saying he saw the way we mark up blueprints so here's a set for each car. He also said he would reimburse me for the tubing I bought for the two experimental frames.

Back in the truck, I told Sue that perhaps we should have stayed as we have a ton of work ordered.

She thought for a minute, then said, "We can knock out those two we're working on tomorrow with a long day. Then the bike tubes should be in so we should be able to do that in a half-day. If you order your tubing with overnight delivery, we can finish them and have the one he needs done by Sunday."

"That's pretty ambitious, doable but ambitious. One thing though, I was going to build an extra bike frame at the same time as the guy was saying he was going to want the second one right away."

"Between the two of us, Steve, we can still do it. We're not working that fast so as we become more efficient, we become faster together. Besides you've never done a frame before this, have you?"

"Not really. Did something like it for some Arctic cats, you know, giant snow mobiles, up in Alaska, but that's all."

"Your experience doing these will speed up the process as well Steve."

"Do we need to stop for groceries?" I asked.

"Nope, it's Hanna's turn to buy, all we have to do is clean up before we start cooking."

We drove home, split up to wash up then joined back up at my trailer where the beer feast had already started. Jim had started the grille and Hanna had some giant Italian sausages started. Along with the sausages we had pasta, a vegetable medley and some Italian rolls. A great supper enjoyed by all.

None of us wanted to go anywhere so Sue and I walked a little and went up to the pool to swim. We swam leisurely for a ten minutes before swimming hard, burning until we had to take a breather. Sue jumped into the hot tub turning on the bubbles. We fooled around in there till I was ready to burst before went back to the pool to swim hard for another twenty minutes.

Back at my trailer, Sue said she needed to spend a few minutes doing some work. She also said I should enter my expenses for today.

That was the easy part. I had to make a material list for the cars we were going to build, using a blueprint I made up the list ready to order. The computer was still running so on a whim, I did one of those searches for the steel company that I bought from. Not only did they have a site they had a place to order material. But I found out something even better, they had a night number. I called it and was answered by a salesman, just like during normal business hours.

I ordered all the equipment specifying one-day delivery. The guy was saying it was too expensive to ship overnight, it would be way too much money. I said it was critical and that I had to have it. The customer was willing to pay. He finally agreed and said it would be coming UPS overnight, as FedEx didn't handle tube steel that long. I paid for the material with my credit card and hung up, satisfied with my "office" efforts.

I locked up and went to Sue's. She was finishing up too and I told her that I was able to order the equipment and how I had found out the company was open at night. She was happy I had discovered the value of the Internet.

Bedtime was a repeat of the night before except this time I used my hand between her legs and my mouth on her boobs until she cried uncle. Then we used a lot of lotion and I slid between her beautiful breasts until I coated her chin and neck. The contented smile on Sue's face told me she was happy she had made me excited enough to orgasm on her body. We calmed down lying together while she tasted the juice smeared on her neck and rubbed it onto her chest and breasts.

Ah, total relaxation. We fell asleep kissing.



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Chapter 24

Day Twenty-four - Wednesday

Our day began lovingly. Sue kissed me awake holding me to her as we kissed.

"Let's take a shower and go get our patio people going." Sue said.

I was a little groggy from just waking but being able to view Sue's voluptuous body and caress it while washing was wonderful stimulation. The inevitable was happening, my morning hard on was now rampantly prodding as we snuggled in the shower.

With a sensuous kiss, Sue turned her back to me while holding my dick, spread her legs and bent over presenting her cute bubble butt to me, trying to fit me into her. For a split second I was concerned for her as she was having her period but then I remembered what Hanna had said.

With surprising ease, I entered Sue until she had taken as much of me into her as I could offer at that angle. With an "Oh yeah, do it, wake up my poor neglected pussy, fuck me lover, fuck your woman."

With an invitation like that, while sunk to the roots inside of my lover, I couldn't resist to begin slowly stroking with as long then as deep a stroke I could give. Sue was trying to speed up our strokes by pushing back into me as soon as I pulled out part way saying, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," in a breathless gasping voice.

Good morning earth. I was going to blast off any second while nearly slamming into her rapidly from behind while holding her hips to control our movements and attempting to slow her down. It was no use, in just a minute or possibly a little longer, Sue gave her loud groan while squeezing my dick with her insides. She was coming, I was coming, we were coming together with the intensity morning sex demands.

When I couldn't stroke any longer, Sue stood up straight with us still connected although it was just a tiny penetration as I am so much taller than she is. She turned in my arms, pulling our intimate connection apart and gave me kisses telling me, "That's what I needed."

We finished washing, dried off, and dressed in our shorts and T-shirts. We carried our coveralls to my trailer and made coffee in both pots. Sue turned on the oven and broke out a couple of those tube cans with rolls in them.

At six-thirty I turned the light on over the big table on the patio. This morning, Shawna and Charlie were first to arrive, they both seemed in good spirits and I even commented on it. Shawna said very haughtily, "A few minutes ago, I got fucked really well in the shower and it was great. That took my cramps away."

Jim and Hanna were walking onto the patio listening to Shawna. Hanna couldn't help but say, "See, I told you. And no messy sheets plus it's easy to clean up afterward." Charlie and Jim exchanged knowing smiles. Sue came out of the trailer carrying two plates of rolls with icing dripping from them. She set them on the table smiling and said, "Thank you for giving me the secret to some menstrual-cycle loving Hanna. I couldn't have waited another couple days for more loving."

All of us were chuckling, sipping our coffee when Tiny and Ruth showed up. Both of their hair was still wet. Shawna asked, "So Ruth, did you try out the shower for some physical relief this morning."

"I sure did, put a smile on both of our faces," Ruth grinned. "Everyone here looks happy this morning too."

Good ole' blunt Hanna, "The rest of us got fucked too. You just made it unanimous."

Martin and Glenda came walking slowly across the yard carrying their mugs. Glenda had a big smile on her face while Martin had a sheepish look. Hanna asked them, "S'matter neighbor were we making too much noise this morning?"

"Oh my heavens no," exclaimed Glenda with a grin, "all that racket you two were making got Martin going and it took us a while to get out of bed."

Martin was blushing brightly.

Ruth said, "This is a very satisfied neighborhood this morning."

We drank four pots of coffee and ate all the rolls before we separated, as it seemed we all had somewhere to go.

Sue and I put our cups in the sink before dressing in our coveralls, ready to attack a long day.

We arrived at the builder's facilities just before eight. One of his men was opening up so Sue and I immediately got everything ready to do some major frame building.

Sue went to work cleaning and smoothing welds, while I began the second frame from the parts that had already been cut and bent. By lunchtime Sue was already working on the frame that I was busily welding the tacks between the cage and the front and rear sections.

We both needed a break so we went to the little Greek restaurant for a quick lunch. Sue teased the owner by unzipping enough of her coveralls to give anyone who looked a delicious view of her cleavage. Forty minutes later we were back at it. Sue smoothing welds while I welded on the plates.

At three o'clock, not midnight, we began double-checking all the welds, all the lengths and all the angles on both frames. We had them both set up on rolling mounts for inspection, and to begin adding parts. I quickly measured and drilled all the holes on the print before we cleaned up the area we had been using.

I went to find the owner so he could inspect the work. He brought his head mechanic and his two crew chiefs with him to go over the frame. I helped all three of them interpret the blue print and how to double-check the lengths and angles. They looked at the welds, rubbing their fingers over them.

The head mechanic said, "You drilled the holes? Did we agree to pay you for that?"

I wondered what he was getting at, "That's part of the job isn't it? It's part of a finished frame, right?"

He was a little red faced, "I guess it is, we have never had the frame builders do it before as they always want extra for anything including cleaning up after themselves."

One of the crew chiefs said to the others, "Did you see the quality of their work? Have we ever had frames that were so clean? The guys are going to get spoiled because they won't be getting metal splinters in the hands and fingers while building the cars. I'm going to get one of the sheet metal guys to come see this, he isn't going to believe it."

"I suppose you want to be paid too," the owner said with a smile. He waved for us to follow him as he headed for his office. There he made out our check and I gave him a receipt from the standard receipt book we had bought at Staples.

"Tell you what, you used the last of the materials I have on hand. I'm going to need two more a month from now unless someone has an emergency and needs a car faster. You buy the materials and sell them to me, that way you'll make a little more profit," the owner offered.

"Would you mind if we built the frames off premise at our shop. If you don't have a truck to haul them, I can get a trailer and deliver them. Just let me know when you need them. I'll take these blueprint copies you gave me and use them for the next two. If you have any modifications you want, let me know so they can be incorporated into the design and build," I said trying to set up a way to make our lives even easier.

"That would be great. I had you work here this time so I could watch what you were doing. You two were so professional and efficient, I couldn't keep up with you. I can't believe you knocked out what I've always thought to be over a week's work in two days. It's great doing business with you Steve. I'm looking forward to a long relationship."

Sue and I took the check and stopped by the bank to deposit it. We then drove the two trucks to the storage place to drop off the big truck. While we were there, we checked over the tubing for the bike frame. I couldn't help noticing a newly installed metal door between my work area and Abe's. I opened the door to be greeted by a beautifully painted generator. If the sheet metal didn't have some waves and dents, I would have thought it was new. In the rear of the shop was another generator in pieces where Abe had already started on the second one.

We stopped at a liquor store for a couple cases of beer and headed home in anticipation of what was for supper. Ruth said it was her turn and she would do most of the prep.

Sue and I split to get cleaned up with me giving her my coveralls so she could wash them this evening. I took a quick shower and dressed in my usual garb of shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops and next entered our day's activity and the receipt of the money for the work. I grabbed a cold one from the fridge and went out to find Tiny, Jim and a big burly guy wrestling a large refrigerator to the spot where we had thought it would be best to have our kegs.

The big guy plugged in the fridge and attached a spigot with one of those long arms that you pull down to draw beer. Next he attached a box that had a drain tray on top underneath the spigot. He opened a door on the box showing us the bucket that needed to be emptied telling us to make sure we washed it out every couple of days or the place would smell like a bar.

The distributor's driver went to his refrigerated truck and wheeled back a full sized keg and a co2 bottle. He put the keg in the fridge and the co2 bottle in a rack on the side of the fridge, attaching several connections in the process. He went back to his truck, stowing his hand trunk, and came back with a sleeve of large cups with the beer's logo on them.

With practiced ease he drew a cup of beer after getting the air from the lines. He looked at it, tasted it then set the cup down, picking up another. He poured a cup for everyone there at the time. He raised his cup toasting our addition to the patio. We all drank to the toast.

Tiny whispered in my ear the amount we needed to pay the driver so I went inside and pulled out the amount of cash needed with a generous tip along with a blank check in case he would prefer one. I took the driver aside and showed him the cash offering him a check if that would be better for him. He smiled broadly at the real money indicating cash is always good. He counted out the cash trying to hand back the tip I had separated for him. I told him his prompt service and his friendly nature deserved a bonus.

The driver was grinning as he went back to his truck leaving a patio full of folks with fresh cups of beer.

Tiny had a padlock for the tap handle with a key for everyone saying we were now an official group, complete with our own keg.

Tiny told me to get salads ready and went home taking Hanna with him returning with Ruth; all three were carrying our supper. We had roast beef, carrots and potatoes with some great rolls to sop up the gravy. The late afternoon was near eight-five degrees so the fan on the patio cooled us off with its gentle breeze.

The evening's discussion centered on my increased activity and the probable need of a trailer large enough to carry a completed frame. Jim said he knew several guys that manufactured trailers and would have them contact me so I could get a price for what I needed.

Charlie said my sheet metal was painted and ready. Shawna said she had used her new air brush kit for the first time and knew I would like the result. Charlie also mentioned he had found another old knuckle basket case to start restoring. He said he had not torn everything down yet but knew he was going to need my help while working on it.

We all cleaned up the supper dishes and everyone except Glenda and Martin thought a long walk would be good, possibly going swimming when we finished. All four couples put on tennis shoes and walked a long mile, settling our supper. We stopped at the pool, dropping our outer clothes for swimsuits underneath. Almost an hour later found us back on the patio having a beer. Life was good.

When everyone headed home, Sue asked me to lock up and join her at her place. Our bedtime routine was very passive but loving. We kissed and hugged, snuggled under the covers from the cool of the air conditioner falling asleep in each other's arms.



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Chapter 25



Day Twenty-five - Thursday

Even though I was suffocating, while struggling to get air I had a feeling of déjà vu. Waking, my face was buried between Sue's abundant breasts. It was heaven to be hugged to those giant pillows of beauty but torture to be held so tightly between them so as not to be able to breathe.

My struggles woke Sue, who pulled me up for good morning kisses. She said, "Lets get cleaned up and get started on our day." In the bathroom we both used the toilet, brushed our teeth. Actually, I brushed my teeth while Sue cleaned her dentures. It was amazing how comfortable we were in all of our natural functions. In the shower we washed each other's hair and body. The intimate touching became passionate groping that soon became enthusiastic lovemaking.

At my trailer we had coffee going in a couple of minutes. Sue whipped up a large batch of Bisquick biscuits. By the time the coffee was done the biscuits were in the oven. She set the timer and joined me on the patio turning on the light to let everyone know it was coffee time.

Ruth and Tiny were first with Tiny saying he couldn't hang around this morning, as he had to travel up to Gainesville for a meeting at noon. Glenda and Hanna came next, followed by Shawna. Finally the three missing guys came over just in time to have a hot biscuit with butter and jam.

Sue put out paper plates and napkins for everyone, settling back to watch two dozen biscuits disappear. Tiny left to get started on his trip, leaving Ruth with us. Jim said the dealership was getting in a big shipment of bikes today so all the mechanical staff would be busy uncrating them and prepping them for either delivery or to put on the showroom floor. Charlie said Dell was up in Georgia at an auction buying more bikes to sell.

Hanna told us the hospital had called and she was finally going back to work. We all pondered the fact that the news folks always lamented the lack of nursing staff but Hanna knew of at least twenty to thirty unemployed nurses. She said that hospitals were having nurse assistants do a lot of the care nurses used to do. She also said she would continue to look for work at a doctor's office as that type of job had better security.

We broke up as Sue was saying she was going to go to the gym with Ruth, and would be dropped off at the shop when they were done. She said, "I have to stay in shape. I'm never going to be big again. Our swimming is good but not enough to stay in shape."

I dressed in my regular jeans, shirt and work boots but brought along a clean coverall. Arriving at the shop at eight, Abe was just opening his overhead door when I pulled up.

Abe strutted around the completed generator and said, "Help me pull it out so you can hear it run."

We pulled it out where he went through several steps in preparation for starting it. He pushed the button and the big diesel engine turned over faster and faster until it caught belching out a little black smoke before settling down to a gentle roar. Abe pointed at all the dials indicating the generator was putting out the amps it was supposed too. The unit was probably big enough to support a block of normal homes.

After shutting the generator down, Abe said, "Let's get this thing sold and out of here, I'm going to have another done early next week, I need the space."

I used my cell phone to call the welding supply house that had bought the other equipment and talked to the owner. I described what I had, asking him if he could use one right now. There was a long pause, "Do you really have that model to sell?"

"Yes sir, I'm looking at it right now. It looks really nice. The sheet metal is not perfectly smooth but you have to look closely to tell it's used," I said selling the generator.

"Same warranty?" he asked.

I whispered the question to Abe and he smiled shaking his head yes.

"Of course, the same warranty."

"Bring it, right now, I'll call my customer to meet us. I thought I was going to lose the deal as the factory is back ordered. My customer wanted to save a little by buying a used one anyway. When we show the customer the generator, don't quote a number. You and I will make a deal then I'll dicker with my customer. How soon can you be here?"

I looked at the generator noting the brand new tires, "Half an hour."

"Good we can make our deal before he gets here. See you in thirty minutes."

I smiled at Abe and said, "Let's go sell this thing." Abe said he was ready and went into the shop and came back out wearing an "Onan" factory tech shirt. This may be false advertising but as long as he doesn't say he's a factory tech, no harm done.

We hooked up the big generator to the pickup and pulled it down to the supply house. The owner came out of the building as I was backing the unit into the slot that I had put the other in.

The owner asked if he could hear it run so Abe opened up all the panels, doing the appropriate safety checks then hit the starter. The engine whirled into operation smoothly. Abe checked each of the gauges pointing out the indications to the owner. The owner nodded and made a cutting motion to his throat. Abe shut the motor down before closed all the panels.

"Can you wait and have your man do that demonstration again? That would seal the deal," the anxious owner said.

We agreed to stay and didn't even have to bargain for the price we wanted. "When he asked what we wanted for the unit, Abe said, "Fourteen even for this first one."

This surprised me as I thought we were going after twelve tops.

The owner just nodded and said. "Let me get you a check real quick so our deal is done before the customer gets here."

While he was writing out the check and getting our receipt, the owner asked, "Can you get me more of that unit? How much will another cost."

Before I could answer, Abe did it for me, "For the older models fifteen, for the late models seventeen-five."

"In that kind of condition, I'll take what you can get me. If I get too many, I'll tell you but right now it's near the beginning of hurricane season, I'll take as many of the heavy-duty generators as I can get. I could use another big compressor too so keep a look out for me."

We went back outside to greet his arriving customer. He presented the generator to the customer who looked it over on the outside very closely. The supply house owner pointed at Abe's shirt logo and said, "This technician will demonstrate the starting procedures for the generator for us."

Abe opened all the panels, checked the oil, confirming all the connections were clear describing what he was doing with each step. He hollered, "Clear" very dramatically then hit the starter. The big motor caught on the first turn.

The buyer went to his truck and brought back an oscilloscope checking all the outputs. When he was satisfied, he told the owner it was a deal if they could work out the numbers. The owner shook our hands and we left, dropping by the bank to make a deposit. I had them give me a three thousand-dollar cashier's check for Abe then we headed back to the shop.

On the way back, I gave Abe the check. He was smiling, saying it was way too much but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He also said that if he kept getting this kind of money, it was going to be even more fun to fix up these generators.

At the shop Abe gave me the credit card receipts he had so far for the two generators. The total was less than two grand so we were easily up ten grand already.

I opened my side of the shop and mounted a big piece of cork bulletin board. Pinning up the blue print, I looked it over again to get ready to start cutting and bending tube steel. I had to go to the truck to get my measuring tools and thought that an additional set for the shop would be good to have. I checked over all the welding equipment that I had saved from the auction for the shop and was satisfied that it would do the job.

Sue arrived about ten-thirty and was excited to hear about the generator sale this morning telling me, "See, it didn't even take a couple of girls to sell it either."

Sue helped me measure, cut, bend and de-burr the tubes readying them for welding. We set up and tacked the first frame double checking all the angles and measurements for the tubing and the plates. When Abe said he was going home for lunch, Sue and I said we were going down to our favorite restaurant for lunch too.

Sue gave the restaurant owner a treat with another half-inch of cleavage while we consumed the special of the day. Back at the shop, I finished all the welds and gave Sue the frame to finish the smoothing of the welds. I finished tacking all the parts together on the second frame just as Sue was done with the first one.

We re-measured all the lengths and angles and just as I was going to start welding I asked Sue, "Want to learn how to weld?"

She looked at me a little funny then said, "Sure let me go get the gloves and smock you bought me. Do I need a hood?"

The truck had another good hood so I went with her to get her stuff and the other hood.

First was a twenty-minute show and tell of safety procedures. You needed to be aware that arc welders can be dangerous. Next, I showed her all the different parts of the welder and their names.

I set up two pieces of pipe in vices so that one end was at a right angle to the other. Next, I had Sue pull her hood down and I showed her how to tack the two together at two different points. I handed her the wand and told her that when she was ready, to hold the trigger down and touch the pipe connections at two more places. She jumped when the arc started but held the rod at the connection steadily. A little long, but steadily.

We pulled the hoods up and I showed her work and told her how to keep the welds small and tight.

I set up two more pieces and had her tack them again. She did well, both tacks were fairly small and tight.

On the piece we had started with I had her pull down her hood and showed her how you drew the weld around the metal leaving a fairly smooth ridge on the connection.

I handed Sue the wand and had her try on the second piece. She did real well. She only varied her weld one time on the three hundred sixty degrees of the weld. Damn good for a beginner.

I took her to the bike frame and welded the frame to the neck at both points then handed the wand to Sue showing her where I wanted her weld. She did pretty well. Sue welded four joints before handing me the wand saying, "You do it so I don't screw up the frame."

I disagreed with her but she also said it was tiring to concentrate that hard while physically doing something. I finished all the welds then the two of us cleaned up all the welds, smoothing the connections. While I cleaned up I asked her to sweet talk Abe into spraying the two frames with a light coat of black paint to get ready for delivery.

When Abe was done with the first one I hung it in the back of my shop. When he finished with the second I loaded it into the pickup to take to the drag-bike builder.

Sue and I were just getting ready to deliver the frame when the UPS truck pulled up. I unloaded the pipe, double-checking that it matched the order. I separated the standard tubing with the eighteen-percent stuff then signed for the delivery.

The bike builder was happy to see me saying he had another order so he would need another frame in a week or so. He said anytime that it was ready to bring it by. Sue and I smiled at each other then left to go back to the shop.

Back at the shop Sue and I immediately hung the race car blueprint up and began cutting and bending the tubing for the standard metal tube frame. We were finished with that one plus cutting out the tabs and plates numbering everything with our number system by five o'clock.

I stretched, asking Sue if she wanted to knock off early. She said she didn't care but why don't we go home for supper then come back and see how much we could get done tonight as we had two more to do as soon as we finished and delivered this one.

We went home with Glenda supplying the down home food for the evening. We had some real chicken and dumplings. I thought Jim, Charlie and Tiny were going to pop, they ate so much. Glenda was beaming at their exhibition of enjoyment. Sue and I did not have any beer just iced tea, as we wanted to be alert to work.

Back at the shop by six forty-five we assembled and tacked until we had all three sections ready for re-measurement. We carefully checked every length and angle then I set Sue up on the frame's rear end with another welder while I worked on the front and the cage.

I finished my sections and watched as Sue gently finished her last weld. It was very good, very tight with a very low ridge. I pointed out to her how she had improved as she progressed around the section. We set the three pieces up together checked the connections and tacked. After double checking all the connections, I welded all the contacts securing the three pieces together.

Sue began cleaning the welds while I drilled the holes before beginning at the opposite end of the car cleaning welds. We finished at eleven thirty, standing back to admire our work. Not bad time, less than twelve total hours to do a frame. We cleaned up the shop, put our tools away before heading home. We sat on the patio alone drinking a beer, celebrating our first car frame at the shop and Sue's beginning the process of learning to weld.

We went to Sue's, took a quick shower and were in bed snuggled asleep within a half-hour.



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Chapter 26

Day Twenty-six - Friday

I woke on my back with a heavy weight on my hips. I felt my morning erection encased in something warm, slick, and snug, sliding up and down.

"Morning sleepy head, it's almost six, time to get going," Sue said as she raised and lowered herself on me, "My period is over and I'm ready to resume being a wanton slut."

Sue continued till her eyes were closed, head thrown back and loudly groaned through at least two orgasms before asking, "You going to come?"

I rolled her over, laying full length on her, my chest smashing her balloons but being poked by her two rock hard nipples, "I'm ready, do you think it's safe or will the stuff shoot out your eyes."

While I pounded out my ejection, Sue came twice more finally sprawling out totally relaxed, "You conquered me again."

We got up, did our morning routines and showered before going to my trailer for coffee. We had both pots going while resuming our kissing and hugging in the kitchen.

Sue had me enter the transactions from the day before and all the bills that Abe had charged to my credit card. She told me to run over to the mailbox and pick up both our mails and come back as the coffee should be done by then.

When I came back with an armful of mail, Sue was on the patio with the light on. Glenda and Martin were walking over with Jim and Hanna. Tiny and Ruth arrived at the same time as Charlie and Shawna. Shawna had a giant box of fresh Dunkin Donuts.

"Where did you get these Shawna?" I asked. "There isn't a Dunkin Donuts close."

She smiled and said, "The Seven-Eleven at the park entrance now has Dunkin Donuts. I ordered this box yesterday and they had it ready for us this morning."

We drank coffee and snacked on donuts. I asked collectively that if they knew of anyone who had a trailer I could borrow this morning. Charlie told me to stop by the shop and I could use their big open trailer as long as it was back by one as that was when Dell was due. He said, Jan wouldn't mind but Dell was stingy about loaning the trailer.

I asked the group if they knew anything about the place on Hillsborough that had all kinds of trailers displayed. None of them had ever done any business there. I made a mental note to add a trailer to my wish list.

When our coffee group was done, Sue and I dressed in jeans, shirts and boots to deliver our evening's work. When we got to the bike shop, I took Sue inside to meet Jan.

Jan was as bad as guys were, her eyes were fixed on Sue's chest, mesmerized by the generous cleavage on display. Jan is built very large on top but not anywhere near as large as Sue. Jan must have some girl-girl tendencies as she was almost drooling and panting by the time we left.

We drove to the shop and with Abe's help, we loaded the frame onto the trailer and headed to the NASCAR shop. Inside, Gene was ecstatic that the frame was ready. He said the frame would be a car by that night. Four guys had it on a stand in a heartbeat, wheeling it away. He paid me the new price for the frame and the materials questioning me if I was making enough on the materials.

"I want your business sir. If I overcharge you, someone else will give you a better price. So if I think it's a fair number, it is."

We shook as I told him I might have his other frames ready for him to test early next week. He just said to deliver them as soon as possible so they could begin testing.

We took the trailer back to the bike shop arriving around ten. While I unhooked the trailer and put it where it needed to be Sue went in to see Shawna and Jan. She told me later that Jan once again couldn't take her eyes off her chest and said she thought Shawna was going to bust a gut to keep from laughing.

Back at our shop, we began laying out the new tubing for the first cuts and bends. Sue and I were so used to working together now so we had everything cut, bent and labeled by twelve forty-five. We took a break to run down to the Greek restaurant, arriving at the end of the lunch rush. We had the special, ate, and returned to the shop.

I put some small pieces together in the vices to show Sue how the eighteen percent stainless was different. Using a different wire rod we tacked two pieces and then set up a second set so she could do that one herself. We practiced the full welds on both pieces with Sue saying she could feel the difference and thought she could do it.

I had a bunch of combination vices to hold the tubes at the correct angles to tack them so I worked with Sue to help her get started. She began re-measuring and tacking faster than I could get the vices set up for the next tack. I chuckled thinking that now I was the helper while Sue became the welder.

This time we worked steadily putting together all three sections of both frames by five. Sue said we needed to run to the grocery, as it was our turn for supper. We stopped by Publix and picked up ten big porterhouse steaks, baking potatoes, broccoli and headed home. I sent Sue home to clean up while I fired up the big grille, put the potatoes in the oven, and took a shower. I finished getting clean and was starting the salad when Sue and all our dinner partners began showing up.

The new draft tap got a workout. The guys had the temperature just shy of freezing making the beer a welcome drink.

When it was time, I started the steaks, putting the medium to well-done requests on first. The salads were served followed by bringing out plates with potatoes along with a huge bowl of fresh broccoli. I served up the steaks to everyone and then all you heard was chewing and lips smacking for twenty minutes. We all sat back having enjoyed a good steak.

Sue and I agreed that we wouldn't go back to the shop till Saturday so we were all looking forward to some fun. After cleaning up all the dishes, we decided to do our walk again ending up at the pool for some exercise.

The walk was fun as we walked down to the entrance of the park then all the way around till we came back to the pool area. There we dropped our outer clothes and swam. Because of the lateness of the hour we were the only ones there. As we swam, we noticed that Jim and Ruth disappeared then Tiny and Hanna were absent. Charlie and Shawna got out to look in the hot tub area before turning around and motioning for us to come see.

Jim was on his back with Ruth playing cowgirl on him. Little Hanna was on her knees on the platform with giant Tiny behind her plunging away. Sue looked at me, nodded toward Charlie and grinned. I nodded back then lifted the little red head off her feet saying, "You're overdressed."

"Oh boy," Shawna moaned happily. "It's orgy time."

Sue had Charlie on his back, jamming his super wide dick into her while I sat on the edge of the hot tub with Shawna trying to get me all into her. Shawna worked hard and fast driving us both to our first orgasm.

When we recovered, Charlie was driving into a groaning Ruth while Sue had Jim cradled in her legs being driven to another orgasm. Tiny picked Shawna up off me and laid her back to enter. Hanna came to me and hugged me and kissed me until I was again rigid. She wanted me from the rear so I gently entered her then began a rhythmic in and out till she froze, coming hard.

A long while later after coming with three different women, I was sitting in the hot tub with my love. She had her head on my shoulder saying now all she needed was my big long dick to finish her off. I told her she would have to work at it a while to get it up as the other three had done a number on me. Sue just smiled at me and said, "I have my ways."

We all went back to the patio, had a final beer, and went our separate ways. I went to Sue's and tried to snuggle up to her. She had other ideas as she stretched out on her back with her legs up in the air in a V. "Eat me, lick it, kiss it, suck it, do me quick, I'm nuts for your mouth tonight."

Knowing she had three recent loads in there I wondered at the taste. But then she had sat in the tub awhile after she had finished with Tiny. I dove in and did recognize the taste of a bunch of leaking sperm along with her tantalizing taste. After eating her, bringing her to pussy squirting orgasms I knelt up and slipped into her open oily pussy. We thumped for twenty minutes until we both thrashed through a final orgasm of the night.

We didn't even move away from the wet spot. We just fell asleep in a side by side post-coital position, still connected.



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Chapter 27



Day Twenty-seven - Saturday

Oh wow! Was it happening in my dream or was it reality that was hazily happening. A giant nipple was trying to choke me. I swear it was long enough to reach into my throat. As I swallowed, it stimulated the nipple enough to make its owner moan or was that because her pussy was sliding up and down my morning erection.

As my eyes began to open, the nipple owner pulled it from my sucking lips to lean up, pulling part of me from inside her so she could kiss me.

"Morning lover, you were sucking so hard I thought you were trying for milk. Down there feels good too. Do you want to come? Do want to shoot your juicy stuff in me? Wanna breed me? Huh? Shoot it, pump me full, put out the fire in my pussy, come in me baby, come in me."

She was going up and down on me so fast I had no control over my body. With her pussy clutching me, twitching as it slid up and down my shaft I was lost. My juices launched out of me deep into her as she shook her torso back brushing both her nipples on my chest hair, stimulating both of us.

As the last of my spunk pulsed into her, I had this strange thought, "I need to get rid of some of this beard or maybe all of it, it's getting in my way when I kiss her and when I want to taste her." The thought startled me, as I had not seen my face for a few years.

Sue sat up on me energized by the super sex we just shared, "Let's get going, let's have some coffee and breakfast then we'll go get those frames done. I have a surprise for you. I'll tell you about it when we are making coffee."

Nothing like some loving followed by some suspense first thing in the morning. Loving can come before coffee but suspense? I don't think so. May be she's just sadistic.

We showered quickly not getting our hair wet but washing the sleep from our eyes and all those good smells from our body. In less than fifteen minutes we were making coffee and at six thirty sharp, the patio light was on. While Sue waited for the folks to arrive, I was frying two pounds of bacon and getting ready to scramble two dozen eggs. We had made up a quick batch of biscuits to get us started on the great Saturday morning. It was funny, the girls all came bouncing over to the patio full of pep with broad smiles and sexy gowns, showing off their treasures. The guys dragged themselves to the patio, sleepy eyed, lethargic, ready for more sleep.

I could hear the girls laughing as Sue set the table telling everyone to get ready for some real food for breakfast.

Sue came in and began hauling the platter of bacon and the huge bowl of scrambled eggs. I brought the biscuits and butter along with some Florida strawberry preserves.

We ate noisily laughing and joking about the sluggish males and the bouncy women. Shawna and Hanna were competing to see who could be the most crude. Shawna said happiness for a woman was when it ran down her leg while Hanna said happiness was a well-fucked pussy and a mouthful of jizz as a reward. Sue was rolling her eyes while all the guys were in shock at how raw the girls could get.

Ruth and Tiny mentioned today was the day, they were actually going to buy a car. Charlie and Shawna told us the bike shop was going to be busy as Dell had advertised the arrival of twenty-five new bikes. Jim said the Harley store was going to be busy with a customer appreciation day with free hot dogs, free soda and lots of drawings all day. Glenda and Martin were going to a museum in St. Pete with Abe and Alice. Hanna was off today as her new job was 9-to-5 as physician's nurse within a hospital complex. She said one of these day's she would get a job to match her physician's assistant degree.

While Sue and I cleaned up she told me what the surprise was; we were going to her mom's for lunch or Sunday dinner tomorrow, or whatever you wanted to call it. She was very excited. I was excited for her.

At the shop, we kicked ass. We double-checked every angle with the squares and every length before we began welding. When Sue didn't feel good about a weld, she would call me over to check it and possibly add a touch or two. For a beginner, Sue was doing really well.

We both started grinding, filing and polishing the welds. When we had one complete and the other almost done, I began drilling holes. Lunch of Taco Bell then right back at it. We were working together so well we finished both frames, triple checking everything by three. It took us an hour to put away everything and clean up the shop.

On the way home we stopped by Sears for some more coveralls so Sue didn't have to wash so often and next to the bike shop to pick up my sheet metal for the shovel. Charlie was busy doing service work while Shawna was rebuilding a tranny for a customer.

Shawna showed me the tanks and fenders. Wow! The dark maroon metallic was magic but the gold and silver metal flames and drawings were awesome. If you looked at the swirls the gold flames were females and the males were silver. If you just glanced at the bike you would just think they were just flames painted on the fenders and the tank. But, if you stared at it, couples engaged in various intimate acts appeared from the flames. The scenes were flames but within were illusions of couples involved in sex acts.

"Shawna, this is awesome," I praised her as I kept my eyes fixed on the painting. "I've never seen anything like it and I've never seen a work of art like this. I can't put this on the old shovel, not in the condition the rest of the bike is in. This is more than beautiful, and it is hot."

Sue was running her hand over the smooth multiple coats of clear polyurethane paint, touching each pairing of the silver and gold couples that made up the flames. Sue exclaimed, "Shawna, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Looking at this I just want to jump Steve right here. Hell, I want to jump Charlie too. Wow, this is so awesome."

Shawna glowed with the praise. She replied, "Well then Steve, you're just going to have to rebuild that old sled to match the paint. Let me do it, I'll make you a show winner and I won't kill you with a price. How about it, will you let a chick build a bike for you?"

"Not in a million years would I believe that I would let a female build a bike for me, but you Shawna, you're such a babe and you are such an artist, you have a deal. Build it. Don't give me an estimate, just build it," I said still staring at the erotic sheet metal.

"Good, we'll bring the shovel in Monday and I'll start," Charlie said. "We'll do the whole bike, it will be like new, only better running and better looking."

Jan had come back and was standing next to Sue with a hand on her lower back, "Makes you hot doesn't it," she praised. "Makes me just drip."

Charlie took me aside and told me, "Hap wants us to drop by. They're having some kind of big deal with another club and he wants us to come by and get introduced so we can pick up some work. How about it, want to drop by out there this evening?"

"Sounds good, should I leave Sue home?" I asked.

"Not a chance, You know Hap wouldn't let anyone make Sue uncomfortable in front of you. They all might gawk and stare but what do you expect. Hell I gawk and stare at those beauties every morning. He really respects you so we'll all go, even Jim and Hanna. Hap and Jim aren't close but they are on nodding terms. Hap just doesn't like the restriction of no colors in the Harley store."

As we turned to where the three girls were, Shawna said, "It's my turn tonight and we're having pizza, all you can eat plus some for everyone's fridge so they can have a bite of cold pizza later. We'll be home early as I think we are riding tonight."

Sue and I left for home, leaving the magnificently painted sheet metal behind. At my trailer, Sue said for me to give her my dirty coveralls and she would wash them as well as the new ones. She also went into my bedroom and gathered my dirty clothes so she could do those as well. I told her to dress to ride and remember we were stopping by the clubhouse so to think about what top she would want to wear.

I showered, brushed out my long hair putting it in a pony tail considering that I would have one of the girls braid it to keep it from flying around while I was riding. After entering the deposits from yesterday, I made up a check for five grand to Sue wondering if that was enough to cover what we did today. I guessed five grand for a week's pay should work.

Out on the patio, Martin and Glenda were in the glider with a mug of beer while Tiny and Ruth were sitting at the table munching snacks and with their beer. Ruth was ranting about how she wasn't able to make a deal on a car she had liked. Tiny was trying to explain the value of a Shelby Mustang over a regular factory Mustang G.T. Ruth just couldn't believe a name attached to the car made it worth over ten thousand more. Hanna was leaning back in her chair with her feet on the table, content with life.

I joined them pouring myself a big glass mug. I mentioned to Tiny that I noticed the beer box had a top freezer with an automatic icemaker. We should hook it up so we could have ice cubes if we wanted. I also thought we should get a bunch of glass or plastic mugs that we could freeze to have some frosty mugs of beer. He nodded his agreement, as did Martin.

Sue came over in her jeans and boots. Notice I didn't mention the top. What there was of a top didn't cover much and even let a lot of areola of both tits show. "You going to wear that riding? To where you know we're going?"

"Sure, don't you like it," she said pushing her chest out so both Martin and Tiny could squirm.

"I'm just afraid someone is going to either steal you or knock me on the head and do with you what all three of us males are thinking of doing with you."

Hanna couldn't resist, "Wait till Charlie and Jim get here, you'll be lucky if they don't throw you down on the table and take turns at both your ends."

The top was like big overalls. Two wide strips of cloth holding up a panel that exposed the side of her beasts as well as part of her huge nipples. If she moved fast, the natural sway of her monsters was going to let a nipple pop out. The front was low enough to let the viewer see enough cleavage to die for.

Sue came up to me and held my arm while rubbing a stiff nipple back and forth on my arm, "I brought along a T-shirt so I can cover up when I need to. I thought this top would be just right for Big Jim's. It should help Denise make a few tips."

Sue got herself a diet coke and came back out holding the check that had been on the counter, "Is this for me? Did I do that much?"

"I hope it's enough for the all the work we've kicked out. Not bad for a week's pay, huh?"

Sue gave me a big hug and kiss, "Maybe we should just have a joint bank account."

"Did I hear you right?" asked Ruth, "Did you just ask this guy to either marry you or to move in with each other, joint bank account? Tiny, is this the same big titted independent babe that lives next door to us who says she's never going to let a guy get close enough to her that she would be dependant on him. The same one I had to help seduce her neighbor."

Sue was sort of looking up at me with her head down. You know the coy look a girl can give you that melts you on the spot.

"Well, we do spend all our time together and we do seem to work very well together. We could consider something like that." Sue said softly. She turned to Ruth and said in a much louder voice, "I'm allowed to change my mind. I didn't know that I could fall for someone the way I have. And you didn't help all that much, I did most of the work myself."

I didn't think that I should say anything so I busied myself getting everyone refills from the tap.

Charlie and Shawna came riding up, stopping to say they were going to clean up. Shawna said the pizza guy could come any second but it was paid for and the driver tipped.

Jim rode up behind Charlie and Shawn and told us that he was going to clean up a little and would be out with us in a heartbeat.

Jim beat our other biker couple by a minute or so, dressed in clean jeans and T-shirt, ready to ride. Jim mentioned to Hanna that we were going riding this evening so she said she would be right back. She returned with jeans and a cute halter-top. She couldn't match Sue, she just wasn't big enough.

Charlie and Shawna came to the patio and got their first beer. Jim had drained his glass and was starting on his second when Sue came out of the trailer. Both guys froze, fixed on Sue's top, waiting, begging for one of her nipples to pop out. Shawna broke up, "It's not like you guys have never seen those before. Besides, what am I, chopped liver?"

Charlie tore his eyes from Sue and looked lovingly at his pixie wife, "You are my every wish, Sue just short circuits the brain when she teases like that, just like you do."

The guy was golden tongued. That had to be the best recovery anyone could do. Shawna tried to climb up Charlie hugging him, trying to kiss him.

Glenda laughed saying, "Get a room."

Shawna said, "That might be too much to go see Hap and the boys in Sue. You might want to wear a little more. You can't hide what you've got but you might want to hide a little more than with what you're wearing."

Sue explained her T-shirt option saying the other top would help hide her nipples a little as well. Hanna and Shawna thought that was a good idea.

The pizza was delivered and we all stuffed. I had some Parmesan cheese and ground red peppers to sprinkle on the pizza. Shawna had also brought a giant jar of hot peppers as a treat for those that enjoyed the heat.

We had the patio cleaned up by seven, ready to ride. Tiny said that maybe they should be looking for motorcycles instead of a car. Ruth said she didn't feel safe on bikes so they would just enjoy an evening on the couch when the rest of us were riding.

Sue put her black Harley T-shirt on and mounted my bike as I followed Charlie out of the park, opening up on Florida with Jim and me in hot pursuit. We settled down with Charlie and Jim riding tandem and me on my garbage truck following. I had some rock and roll playing loudly that must have been good to Sue's ears too as her hard nipples were poking me in the back.

We rolled up to the clubhouse to be greeted by two gate guys, each one wearing a different patch. The resident guy knew all three of us and said Hap was expecting us so the gate was opened and we were directed to park near the gate. The local guy said for us to park with the back of the bike against the fence facing out so it would be easier for us to leave.

When we walked around the side of the main house, I couldn't believe how many people were there. There had to be over two hundred people, half of them women with most of the women wearing vests with 'property of' 'patches of the two different clubs. Hap spied us and came over to greet us, calling for a prospect to bring us beer. Remembering from before, he told the prospect to bring Sue a diet coke.

Hap introduced us around till he took us to meet the other club's president. The guy was hairy, about my age with long hair and a bushy beard. He was introduced as Bear.

Bear barely glanced at Sue's tits. He met each of us and looked into our eyes, making me feel as if he were looking inside me. Maybe he was. He looked at everyone thoroughly then came back to me, "I know you, you were in Desert Storm with me. You were hurt weren't you?"

"I was there and I was hurt but I'm sorry, I don't remember you," I said searching my memory to find this guy back in my memory.

"I've changed, more hair and the beard. You were the other patrol leader. I was your counterpart in the patrol that usually went out with you. You were a good troop, I always felt like I could depend on you. Semper Fi."

"Oow Rah!" I exclaimed happy to meet someone from that era.

"You gonna prospect this club?" he asked.

"I'm an independent, the Corp was my last club."

"You decide you want some close knit brothers, see me, you'll never have to prospect my club," and he turned away going back to his group.

Hap had been listening to the exchange, "You never cease to amaze me; a national club comes visiting and you're personal friends with the prez. And you didn't embarrass me, you turned him down gently proclaiming to be independent in front of both of us. You ever want to be a part of us, you don't ever have to prospect here either."

Charlie and Jim were stunned that Hap had made that offer as the club had a rep for being a tough club to prospect for. The girls were all standing behind us looking at each other with big eyes.

I told Hap I had something for him and went to get the toy from my bike. The guns the cops had given me were all tagged except one of the Mac-10's. I knew from not being tagged, the gun was clean and was not even run through the evidence room so the serial number had been checked but never recorded. I pulled the paper sack with the gun and clip out of the luggage box and walked back to Hap.

I opened the bag and showed Hap the contents and handed it to him telling him it was an extra from the one of the fracases I had been in. I told him why I thought it would be okay for him to have and he agreed. He gave the sack to a prospect telling him to put it in the house.

Hap said that I might come by some time the following week to do some work they had for me. He complained that he had too many young guys trying to be Evil Knevil with their bikes. He had a few words with Charlie and Jim recognizing their ladies before he went to join Bear to chat for a minute.

I was standing facing Charlie and Jim so I could also see Hap and Bear. I kept thinking of the other patrol leader and what he looked like back then.

There was a guy by the side fence that looked out of place. He was moving at a very slow shuffle toward the area where Hap and Bear were. The guy just didn't look right. He had on one of those long black dusters like you see in some of the old west movies. One arm was hanging by his side but the other seemed to be in the duster's pocket. What was funny was his elbow was sticking out like he was holding something under the coat.

He was still about forty feet from where Hap and Bear were but moving steadily. His eyes were fixed straight ahead and he was moving in a straight line pushing people out of his way as he went. Something was way off. I looked at Hap and Bear and they were not paying any attention. I looked around at the other patch holders and they were not paying any attention either.

The guy was now about twenty feet from Hap's group so I stepped away from Charlie and Jim who were talking about something and walked quickly toward the long coated guy. Just as I got to him his left hand was moving, a big barrel came out from the coat swinging up. The only thing I could do was kick the barrel of the gun and hit the guy on the side of his head as hard as I could. He went down and was groggy but still had a grip on the gun. I stepped on his arm just about the time a small boot stepped on the shotgun barrel. I put my other foot on his throat and stepped down hard.

Multiple hands were holding me instantly. Multiple hands grabbed the guy on the ground and separated him from the pistol-handled shotgun he had. I saw a hand lift the small boot from the barrel then looked up to see Sue looking at me with big eyes.

The guy had been pulled to his feet and was being stripped of the coat by patch holders of both clubs. Hap and Bear were staring at him while the guy stared back contemptuously. The two club leaders said something to each other before they told the guys holding him to tie him up so they could talk to him later.

One of Hap's club members came up to Hap and talked to him pointing toward me while I was holding an unreasonably calm Sue next to me. Hap nodded then had a few words with Bear before they both came over to Sue and me.

"Looks like I owe you again. This time I owe you my life. Bear thinks the guy is from the Devils. They have some kind of vendetta against both of our clubs," he said motioning toward Bear. "Thanks, I mean that. You and yours will always be welcome and always be respected around here."

He looked directly at Sue, "You showed your worth tonight. You went from bimbo to a worthy partner for Steve. Thank you for helping, that was very brave even if it was to protect your man. You're a good woman."

Sue smiled at him and quietly said, "Thank you." She was smart to let the left-handed compliment go by and take it for what it was.

Bear was still in front of me. He looked me in the eye and said a soft, "Thanks, Semper Fi," then he nodded at Sue and said, "Thanks."

"Oow rah!" I said equally as soft. Bear grinned then turned to go to where the bad guy was.

Hap stopped and turned around, "You guys might want to leave. Seems we have some club business to take care of. Oh yeah, Steve, thanks for the toy."

The three of us went to our bikes and quietly rode out of the gate now being watched by at least six guys.

When we got to Jim's, Charlie had us huddle together. I think the talk was more for Jim and Hanna but he said, "We didn't see anything, didn't hear anything and for sure never, ever talk about it. Steve just made us all heroes. What he just did gives us all a lifetime free pass as long as you keep your mouths shut. Now let's party."

I let the others go in while I stayed back to talk to Sue a second. I hugged her close and asked her if she were all right. She said she was fine. I told her that it was a crazy thing for her to do, to get involved in something like that when someone had a gun. Sue kissed me, "No one, absolutely no one is going to hurt my man when I can help it. I'm on this earth to help you. I know it now more than ever. All I did was to follow you because you seemed to be concerned about something. When you kicked that gun and hit the guy, I knew I had to help you, so I did. The guy just made me mad that he might hurt you. I really wasn't scared and I'm still not. I gotta look out for my guy."

I hugged and kissed her again saying, "We are pretty tuned in to each other aren't we." And after a pause to smile at Sue, "Let's go in."

Sue stopped long enough to pull her T-shirt off revealing her very erotic top. We went into the bar where Sue was greeted with bulging eyeballs and zippers. Denise took one look at Sue and came running around from the back of the bar, "You have to get me a top like that or give me that one. That is so hot. Damn, you're almost showin' 'em all off." Denise surprised us all by hotly kissing Sue on the lips while sliding a hand under the bib to fondle one of Sue's wonderful boobs.

We let off steam by drinking some beer and shooting a few games of pool until Charlie said, "Let's ride." We went to Clearwater, to the Crab Shack had a beer there and then went west to Highway 19, south toward St. Petersburg. At 22nd street north we pulled off 19 into an old shopping center and parked amidst a bunch of bikes in front of a place marked only as "Bar."

There were patch holders the same as Hap's club standing outside along with a prospect at the door. He acted like he was going to keep us from going in but looked undecided. A patch holder next to him waved us in. As I passed him he slapped me on the back and said, "Thanks."

Before we reached the bar all six of us had a beer. When one of the patch holders saw the look on Sue's face, he actually was looking at her face, he asked if she would rather have something else. Sue said, "I'd rather have rum and diet coke but a diet coke would be great."

The guy gave her the once over nearly drooling over her tits, "Honey you can have anything you want, anytime you want."

Charlie was smiling as he came up to Sue and me, "I knew it. They know. They already know the whole story. You, my friend have been photographed, I.d.'d typed and put in the book as friend for life. Jim and I are just riding your coat tails, we're right there with you."

A girl came up to Sue and handed her a glass, a real glass with ice in it and a slice of lime on the edge of the glass, "See if this is right. If you want another, I'll be right here, okay?" She leaned up to Sue and said softly, "Thanks."

Sue looked confused so I whispered in her ear that they were thanking her for helping to protect Hap. She looked surprised but pleased. She sipped from the glass and grinned, "Captain Morgan even, how about that."

We stayed for a second round then left amidst a lot of "Thanks" and "Come back soon." Charlie led us to I275 where we took off going north to go across the Howard Franklin Bridge. From there we went up to Hillsborough and across to Dale Mabry. From there it was Bearss Ave to Florida and a few miles to home. We had a nice ride on a nice night.

When we were shutting down, Shawna came running to us and said, "Hot tub time," and ran over to Jim and Hanna's. Sue and I went in to strip down to put on robes and flip-flops. I filled a plastic bag with ten cans of beer and a couple of diet cokes. We met Jim and Hanna as we came out the trailer door and collected Charlie and Shawna at their place on the way to the tub.

The girls all wearing wispy robes, almost totally transparent, were walking in front of us guys on the way to the rec area. All three were short, about the same height. Shawna was the shortest, Hanna just a tiny bit taller and Sue a little taller than she was. Not more than and inch and half separated the three. Again Shawna had the smallest hips but a bubble butt. Next was Hanna, who had just a tiny bit more generous hips with a nice protruding bottom. And next there was Sue, who had about the same width hips as Hanna but a bottom that was full and lush. Then again, her entire figure is full and lush.

"Damn, those three are walking hard-on's," Charlie moaned.

"No shit," agreed Jim. "I lust over Hanna continuously but the other two twist my throttle too."

"Know what you mean guys, I know what you mean," I said smiling at the vision in front of us.

We dropped our robes and slid into the tub next to our partners with each of us having something to drink. We discussed what had happened at the clubhouse and how lucky we all were that I had thought the guy was up to no good. Before we could start a second beer, Shawna was on Charlie's lap trying to jam herself onto him.

Sue was doing the same to me as Hanna was trying to do the same to Jim. Sue's juicy snatch gave enough oil for her to work her way down on me under water. When all three girls were firmly gripping their partners in the intimate manner, they were all looking at each other giggling. Almost together they said, "We got 'em."

The playfulness continued until the pussy squeezing and moaning got us three guys wound up. I was caressing Sue's breasts and pinching her nipples while toying with her clit. Either one of those two stimulants along with my dick completely buried in her would get her off, but both teases together were more than she could handle. She bounced, she squeezed, she panted, she moaned and she grunted herself through several orgasms.

The other girls were having as good a time as Sue, if you believed all the moaning and yelping going on. We guys couldn't take it and almost together we bounced them up, lifting our butts from the seat, shooting our juices way up into our partners.

When we all settled back with the girls still staying on our laps trying to keep us in them, they were giggling again. I was about to suggest refreshment when Shawna said fairly loudly, "Switch."

Shawna grabbed my hand and led me to the side of the tub that had the platform behind it. The pixie climbed up and lay back on the platform spreading her legs with her feet up on the ledge too. The other two girls had done the same. This time Sue was next to Shawna with Jim while Hanna was on the other side of Shawna with Charlie. All three girls were pointing at their pussies saying, "Eat."

We were set up. They had this planned. Jim, Charlie and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We each buried our faces in the pussy in front of our faces knowing we were getting their partners juices by doing it.

The thought of us three guys enjoying their creamy pies, must have been enough to set them off as all three girls were coming like crazy. The red riding hood I was munching on was bouncing all over the place making it difficult to give her pussy the clit licking it needed and deserved. I had to stuff a finger up her hole and rub on what I hoped was her g-spot in order to hold her in one place. Her screams told me I was doing something right.

Their excitement excited us and we three were all moving up to stuff these babes. Shawna had been stretched enough by the wide Charlie and was slippery enough from his and my efforts that I slid halfway in on the first plunge. A couple of hundred plunges later I was adding to Shawna's pussy goo with my load. As we were coming down, Shawna kissed me very nicely saying, "You are the man. You better latch on to Sue, you two are a pair."

"Switch," came from Hanna so we three guys traded sexy babes till we were in front of the one we had not been with yet. Hanna pulled me down to her face to try to tickle my tonsils with her tongue. After a couple of minutes of intense kissing she rolled me onto my back then climbed over me in a sixty-nine. My dick had been gaining interest so she just helped it by sucking it down till it was deeply lodge in her throat. Her pussy over my mouth was dripping as she stuffed it into my mouth.

Hanna raised her head from my dick saying, "Eat that pussy, suck it out of me then fill me up again, come on, do it."

After having come twice, I was surprised to feel my tired dick get interested in the excellent blowjob I was getting. I was slurping away and decided to add some fingers to the mix to see if I could find her illusive g-spot. I sucked her, tongued, teased and sucked her clit while sliding my finger around trying to find the different texture of skin in there. Just about the time I thought I had found it, Hanna was moaning and cursing and begging for me. She was also squirting streams of musky tasting fluids all over my face while gasping and moaning loudly.

Hanna pulled her pussy from my mouth and was trying to pull my hand from her pussy saying, "stop, stop, stop, no more, I can't take it anymore, please, stop."

She rolled to her side then switched around lying on top of me, licking my face and kissing me, "Damn, you sure can flip my switch. Fuck, that was intense. You even made me squirt it was so good."

She sat up, raised her bottom then began sliding down onto my dick till she couldn't get anymore into her. She slowly began going up and down, fucking me. With a smile, she leaned down and said, "I wanted to suck you off but I had to try you on for size tonight. When you're ready to come tell me; I want you to come in my mouth."

Wonder what it is when a girl tells you she wants you to come in her mouth. It's definitely exciting but it's also a compelling stimulant. I wanted to come in her mouth too, right now, I want to feel her lips and tongue sucking me as my juice pumps into her mouth.

Hanna had just given my dick a series of really hard squeezes signifying her orgasm when I said I was real close. She raised off me before diving onto me sliding my dick almost completely into her mouth down her clutching throat. My balls drew up, my dick swelled; she raised her mouth till the head was on her tongue. The feel of her tongue rubbing my swollen little head sent me over; blast after blast shot into her sucking mouth as she swallowed it all. The sensation was burning, pulsing, really, really good.

As I lay there panting, gasping for air, Hanna came up my body and gave me a spermy kiss giggling a little. She whispered very quietly in my ear, "I just knew you would do that with me. You are such a man, Steve. You just make us all want you. You make us girls feel good, so very good. God I love your dick but I love you a lot. Jim's my man and I love him the most, but you're right there. You are so exciting, you are the man."

She kissed me and rose up, looking around at the other two couples finishing up their third fuck of the night. Hanna smiled real big, "We are some kind of swingin' biker babes. I think we took on these three and took everything they had. Damn but that was good."

"Hanna, you have come drooling down your mouth, I thought you were supposed to swallow that stuff," Shawna said rolling to her back with her pussy gaping open, drooling Jim's recent deposit.

The six of us slid back into the hot tub, enjoying the relaxing jets of bubbles. Sue snuggled up to me saying, "I'm glad you're not the jealous type. I love when we make love together and playing with our friends is really fun. It makes me want more of you, more than ever. I know those two little vixens have just ravaged you but I want to show you I'm the one. I want to show you, you're the one for me."

We six kissed and hugged our reunited partners enjoying the cold cans of beer we had brought.

Charlie held up his can of beer, "To the six of us, we are a good group, a good team. Good friends, good beer, great pussy, what could be better?"

Not to be outdone, Hanna kept her can up high, "Good friends, good beer, great dicks, bigger would be better."

We three guys splashed water on her as her two buddies laughed. Sue saying, "With the width of Charlie and Steve's tonsil tickler, Jim's a treat. In these three guys' case, bigger would not be manageable."

Shawna agreed, "Amen."

We finished our beer, got out, dried off and shut down the tub. Back at our places, we separated saying "Goodnight" to each other quietly.

Sue and I went to her place and snuggled into bed. As we were kissing I couldn't resist and began kissing and fondling her beauties. One thing led to another and soon I was kissing and sucking her massive nipples.

Sue was wiggling all over from the stimulation giving out her wonderful scent, letting me know her delicious pussy was ready for more. I was surprisingly hard again, even after three good comes, ready to join her in more satisfying loving. We kissed as she pulled me on top of her spreading her legs letting her suck me into her, all the way to the bottom on the first stroke.

Sue wanted it slow, the same as I liked best. We settled into a slow satisfying fuck that was full of love and meaning. We were making love to each other. In very little time, Sue was gasping, oohing and ahing while her pussy convulsed on me. With a long kiss I emptied more sperm into her. It may not have been much but it felt wonderful pulsing out of me.

Sue pulled me down to hug me to her, trying to put my head between her breasts. In time, when they became more droopy and saggy, my head would fit there, but not yet. My head just rested on the twin pillows between the peaks of her erect nipples.

With a mutual sigh we both whispered, "I love you."



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Chapter 28



Day Twenty-eight - Sunday

Lips were touching mine. Not kissing, just touching. I opened my eyes to see Sue's beautiful face framed by her thick auburn hair. Her eyes were closed as she slept peacefully.

I lay there thinking about how I came to be lying in this big bed with this wonderful woman. Counting back, I realized I had been on vacation for four weeks. Wow! A lot has happened in twenty-eight days, four weeks. So far almost all of it was good. There had been a couple of bad situations but were resolved with no harm done to my new friends and me anyway. I kept thinking about the global picture, knowing that at first I had been reluctant but now I was thinking of staying away from the oil company platforms and the isolation that was there.

I had many new friends; a new business - or should I think of it as an entity with several business opportunities that had been instantly successful? I had equipment to last me for years to come in my line of work. And I had met a couple of choice girls. One almost too old for me with a bunch of kids. Another who became a quick friend and fuck buddy only to find her true love in a strange manner. And now Sue.

Wow! Sue! Some kind of woman! Before I met her, she had gone through some personnel hell. She had been very overweight throughout most of her youth. She had been in a terrible disfiguring accident. She had just overcome her fears of men and chose me to welcome her back into normal hetero relationships. Sue had been successful in overcoming all of these tragedies and personal challenges.

Thinking over the past couple of days, I marveled at her adaptive nature. She had jumped right in and worked with me, wanting to learn even more and had even started to become proficient at welding. Then last night, she had followed me, backed me up when I took on someone who probably wasn't among the living today. The thought of what may have happened to the guy made me shiver.

I snuggled more into Sue, enjoying the feel of her large breasts pressing into my chest while continuing my introspection.

This girl is special.

Let's see, I'm twenty-nine. Damn, that's getting old. If I want to have a family, I should do something about it soon. Find that special someone you're supposed to find in order to live happily ever after. That's a tall order. Finding someone that fits your life in all the various ways that people are different is going to be difficult. I briefly thought that I would never have a family.

Then it hit me.

That illusive person was probably right here, with me, right now. Sue was probably the best person I could find for the job of being my wife. She was perfect for me, or at least she seemed to be. So far we had been one hundred percent compatible. So far everything we did together had been fun, had been successful, and has pointed to the future.

Am I nuts or what, thinking about settling down with a woman, a possible wife, mother of my kids, grandmother to my grandkids? A real babe, but I had only known her what, almost two weeks. Whoa, scary stuff.

Just as fast as I felt apprehension, I gazed at Sue and fell back into a loving thought process.



I think she's the one. How do you know for sure? How did my mom and dad know for sure? How did my grandma and grandpa know for sure? How does anyone know for sure?

Tiny and Ruth were such opposites. Tiny the accountant, Ruth a wanton stay at home housewife. Who would put those two together? Glenda and Martin, Abe and Alice, Jim and Hanna and of course Charlie and crazy Shawna. How did they all know?

I closed my eyes, thinking of how much I enjoyed being around Sue, and how much I wanted to keep being around her. I felt like I could just let things remain as they were and she would be fine with it for right now and probably for a long while but somehow I wanted more.

Was the "more" a commitment from both of us? If we committed, would that mean we wouldn't continue to sex play with our friends? Would that really bother me? Probably not, as Sue has already proven she can handle every thing I can give her and want more. Would she want kids? I think she said something about wanting kids. Where would we live, her place? What would happen to the patio?

Dumb. I was worrying about the stupid patio when I was thinking about making this girl lying next to me a part of the rest of my life.

Okay, it was out. I was thinking of asking her to marry me. Should I? Could I? Is it what I should be asking, do I have the guts? Yeah, I do? I want it; I want her to be my wife. I want us to have kids. I want us to live happily ever after. I was going to do it.

When? When should I ask her? Should I wait? Wait for what? Wait till I question myself? Nope I was going to do it right away.



I made up my mind to ask her today when I found the right moment.

Damn, I need to give her a ring. She won't need one but I need to give her one. I could sneak off to the mall.

I lay there thinking about it, then it came to me, I already have a ring.

I had to get up to go get it, right now, I couldn't wait. I kissed Sue gently on the forehead then unraveled myself from her, scooting backward out of bed.

A soft, "Where're you goin?" came from Sue.

"Go back to sleep, I have to get something, I'll be right back."

I slipped on my shorts, skipping the T-shirt and went to my trailer. I dug out my duffel bag to get my small little box of trinkets. All people have a little box full of miscellaneous stuff that has some kind of value to them. In my box was an old watch, my high school class ring, a pair of gold cuff links, a fancy gold tie tack, a single diamond earring that I had bought when I wore an earring for a year. Ah, there it was the wedding set from my Mom.

I looked at the size. It looked about right. I left the wedding ring in the little box then brushed my teeth in anticipation of kissing my beauty in a few minutes.

Back in Sue's trailer, I glanced at the clock. It was only five-thirty.

That's okay, I was going to wake her up and surprise her or at least get an answer, find out how she feels about it. I stripped out of my shorts then snuggled into her. She sighed, kissed me and relaxed again asking, "Where did you go."

"I had to get something, something important."

"Hmmm," she sighed contented with her eyes closed, "What did you get?"

I gave her a long soft kiss but didn't answer.

"Honey? What did you go get?"

I gave her another long kiss, this time her nipples popped upright sticking straight into my chest and my dick pumped up pressing against her belly.

Sue's eyes opened, her dark brown orbs looking back at me questioning.

I sat up and straddled her on my knees looking down at her, "Sue will you marry me, will you be the mother of my children, will you grow old with me sharing our life forever?"

The questioning look vanished, replaced by shock, followed by panic, then softening as a smile crept onto her face, "Do you really mean it? Do you really want to get married? We don't have to get married."

"I really mean it and yes we do have to get married," I said a little frustrated she didn't just say yes.

Sue was still staring at me but now with the softest, most loving look, "Yes, I want to marry you, I want you too."

With that I pulled the ring off my left little finger and placed it on her left ring finger. It fit very nicely.

"Where, when, what, when did you get this," she stuttered as she looked at the ring.

"It was my mom's. My sister has always said I should give it to you. The person I wanted to marry."

"It's so special Steve, I'm honored," she said as she pulled me down to kiss her. I was kissing her, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks into our kiss. I was choked up too.

"Before I met you I didn't want any man. I played with Ruth but didn't want Tiny; I didn't want any man. Then you came. You fascinated me so I had to find out more about you. Ruth picked up on it and we planned your seduction. Not marriage, not even a long term relationship, just someone to find out some things about myself."

Sue continued, "From our first meeting, in my obnoxiously tiny swimsuit, I wanted you, I wanted to know you better."

Sue pushed me off her onto my back then straddled me holding her hand out looking at the ring.

"The more we were together, the more I wanted to be with you. You taught me that I really enjoyed men. I really enjoyed you. When you let me come with you all the time, I felt great. You even acted like you depended on me. God, I loved that. You made me feel wanted."

She looked at her ring again, scooted forward and reached around behind her so she could fondle me.

"And then the sex. It was and is so good. You make me come so much. I can make myself come really good but you do it even better. You make me nuts coming so much."

I was getting firm so she leaned up and rubbed me around her oily pussy.

"The way you make love to me is wonderful. Just thinking about it makes me wet and want you, like right now."

With that she positioned my now firm erection into her channel, pressing downward, consuming me.

"You're not jealous. You take me to the hot tub with your friends and have them screw me. Do you remember? The first time I said, "I love you was while Charlie was pushing his short tree trunk into me. Is that kinky or what?"

Sue gave a few up and downs, sliding freely up six inches then back down hitting the end of her tunnel.

"The funny thing is that I'm not jealous either. Some how, some way I know you love me. The sex is good but you loving me is so much more important. So far it's all good."

Now she was pumping up and down on me faster.

"The way we worked together fixing supper that first time made me feel closer to someone than I ever had. Then you taught me how to help you while we were working at the NASCAR place. I felt so important, so much a part of what we were doing, so much a part of you."

Her insides were quaking, my balls were signaling burst pretty soon.

"It seems everything we do together has been so smooth. We work together like flowing water. We make love to each other the same way we work together, perfectly."

We were getting close to bursting.

"I thought about asking you to marry me but thought I would be happy just to be your special friend from now on. I didn't want to scare you away. I was going to go off the pill to see if I could have your baby. I thought if my proposal drove you off, so be it, I would still have a part of you."

Sue closed her eyes, feeling her orgasm approaching.

"But you asked me, you asked me to be your wife, the mother of your children, and to grow old with you. Oh Steve, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm going to be your wife, yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you."

My juices jetted up into her at that same moment. All question of whether I had done the right thing was gone. It was the right thing to do and it was done.

Sue collapsed on me with our fluids leaking out at our connection. She kissed me long and slow, very lovingly. Then energized by the loving, she pulled off me and headed to the bathroom, "Come on let's get up and make coffee and wake everyone up to tell them the news."

She stopped for a second and turned to me smiling. My juices were running down her leg. She reached down wiped it up with a finger then sucked it into her mouth, "You're going to meet my Mom today. I can't wait to tell my Mom about us, she'll be so surprised. She will really be happy for me."

We showered, making a connection one more time, drawing out even more fluid from my body. I slipped on my shorts and T-shirt while she put on her sexy see through robe. It didn't take us long to make coffee. I said I would run down to the Seven-Eleven and get a bunch of donuts and left. I was there and back in less than five minutes but amazingly, the entire crew was there when I came back.

"Wow, you guys surprised me. It's still really early for a Sunday morning and we were out late last night," I said as I put out the donuts.

"I think we're all hungry and I didn't want cold pizza this morning," Ruth said.

Sue came out of the trailer with a bunch of napkins and flashed her left hand in front of all the women. Shawna was the most observant. She gasped, "You have a ring. Does that mean what I think it does?"

"Steve asked me to marry him and I said yes," Sue said proudly holding her hand up displaying the ring.

All four women got up and crowded around Sue to look at the ring, giving her hugs and telling her how happy they were for us.

"So you're gonna join us in servitude, huh?" Charlie asked. "It's been the best slavery a man could ever ask for. Shawna makes me king, every day. Well at least most every day, there are times you know," he added with a smile.

Tiny added to that, "I've always felt privileged that my gorgeous Ruth picked me. I'll never understand it but have enjoyed twelve years of it so far. Every day is heaven for me."

"My crazy Hanna is a handful just like Shawna and I think both Ruth and you Sue are the same, but it has been worth it. Hanna is really great, very loving, very special to me."

Martin laughed, "Glenda and I have been together now more than fifty years. There have been mostly good times and some rough times but we are a part of each other. It's nice to be around all you guys that are happily married. I think Steve is going to be too."

The girls had all sat back down with Shawna curling up into Charlie's lap, Hanna in Jim's and Sue into mine. Ruth looked around then crawled into Tiny's lap kissing him on the cheek, making him smile.

"So when are you going to get married?" Glenda asked.

Sue looked at me, I shrugged so she said, "Don't know yet but it will be soon."

"Are you going to do the big church thing. If you do, can I be a bridesmaid?" asked Shawna.

Hanna raised her hand while curled up on Jim's lap, "Me too, me too, I want to be a bridesmaid."

"We did the big church thing and it darn near killed us," Ruth said kissing Tiny's cheek. "Actually it almost made us want to not get married."

"Martin and I ran off to get married. We ended up in Fort Myers at the courthouse. A nice judge married us. He said we looked awfully young and we said we were both eighteen and we had our birth certificates to prove it. Our parents were mad at us in the beginning but then as we started making a home, having some kids, they never stopped apologizing for making us run off."

Ruth asked, "What does your mom think?"

"I don't know, I haven't told her yet. I'm going to wait till we go to see her for dinner today to tell her."

Martin asked, "What do you want Steve? A big wedding or maybe a judge like we had?"

"I don't know Martin," I said thinking about the mind battle I had earlier. "I made up my mind to ask her this morning and did it right then. I woke her up from a sound sleep. I had made up my mind and wanted to get the job done. I think I like the small wedding best. Then after the wedding if we need to go visit relatives to show each other off, we can do it as partners not as potential maybes."

Sue looked at me and kissed my cheek. "Most of my relatives are jerks. They made fun of me my whole life because I was overweight. I do have an Uncle who is a widower that always treated me nice. I like him and do things for him too. He lives down on Bayshore in a big old house. Mom and I will take you to see him. He's a little strange from living alone for so long. But you'll like him anyway, he's a good man. Mom and he are really close."

"If you like him, I'll like him. You'll have to meet my brother and sister as they will want to meet you, then we'll go our separate ways as usual. I have an ancient crazy aunt that I need to see. She lives out in Lakeland with my cousin. Is Lakeland very far?" I said looking around at everyone.

Charlie offered, "Lakeland is only about thirty minutes from here, maybe forty but really close. You should go."

We drank three sets of coffee. A set is both pots. We also ate up two dozen donuts. I said that Sue and I may not be back for supper tonight but if they needed to use the kitchen, Glenda and Charlie had a key. They all seemed to think Sunday would be a good day to just handle supper on their own. I would bet they all gathered on the patio to have a beer later though.

Sue went to work on her clothes sales for an hour while I put together a bunch of information that I would need for sales tax. Wow, I was going to have to start charging the tax. It was seven percent of the first five thousand and five percent for everything over that. I needed to get sales tax numbers from as many people as I could so they would be wholesale accounts so I wouldn't need to pay sales tax on the receipts. I'd do that Monday as I had to file by the 20th of the month for the previous month. I needed a bookkeeper.

Not knowing what to wear for Sue's mom, I went over to her place to ask her. She was busily getting dressed while constantly running to her computer to enter something.

"Wear your new Dockers with one of your dress shirts and your new shoes. You'll be perfect. With mom though, jeans would be fine too."

I dressed as suggested thinking I wanted to get rid of my beard but keep the mustache. I went to Sue and asked her. At first she was shocked that I would shave, then she looked at me a long time, "Do you have any pictures of yourself without a beard?"

"Yeah, let me go get a couple." I went to the trailer and for the second time in a few hours I rummaged in my duffel bag. I had a brown envelope full of pictures that were important to me. I just took the whole envelope to Sue's.

She looked at the ones I showed her then said she would be right back. She went next door to Ruth's then I saw her walk over to Shawna and Charlie's. A minute later she was headed toward Glenda and Martin's. It took her five minutes to come back toward her place so I assumed she had gone to Jim and Hanna's as well.

"I like the idea of keeping the moustache. Everyone else thinks so too. They all think the beard makes you look too intense. When do you want to shave it off?"

As I was unbuttoning my shirt, I said, "How about right now. Let's do it."

I used Sue's scissors to cut the beard close then soaked it with hot water. I used some of Sue's soft soap to lather up real good followed by using her razor with a new blade to finish the job. A different me. I liked it. This was the first time I had ever been with just a mustache. Funny though, my face was cold.

Sue asked, "You're not going to cut your hair too are you? I like your long hair it looks good. It makes you just a little bit of a rebel."

"I'm not much of a rebel but I am planning on keeping the hair. I'll probably be bald like most old guys but I'm going to enjoy having it while I can."

We finished getting ready and took off with Sue driving her car. We drove to an area called Carolwood Village. The area seemed to have some nice size homes with a golf course in the middle of the development. We entered a small walled area that backed up to a pond or small lake. The two buildings looked like about eight two-story town houses built together. The two buildings were facing each other. Each unit had an entrance area and a two-car garage door.

Sue parked in one of the driveways. Before I could come around and open the door for her, the front door of the unit we were at opened and an older version of Sue came running out followed by a little yippy dog. The lady and Sue hugged before pulling apart, looking at me.

"Mom, meet Steve Sharp."

"Steve, this is my mom, Beth Phillips."

Beth Phillips was probably five-three, five-four, an inch or two taller than Sue. She wasn't slim, but she wasn't fat either. She looked comfortable. Nice soft curves everywhere, or at least what I could see with her in a skirt and loose blouse. She looked like she might be nearly as large as Sue. Her chest didn't have quite the bulk that Sue had and was not as bulgy on the sides as Sue. Perhaps age made her less puffed up like the round balloon with a big nipple look that Sue had.

Beth Phillips had dark brown hair with tinges of gray, with very few wrinkle lines on her face, just some nice smile lines at the edge of her eyes and the corners of her mouth. She wore some make up but didn't over do it. All in all, Sue's mom was nice looking, well built, and appeared to be in shape.

We went in and sat in the living room. Sue asked her mom if she could get me a beer then left the room bringing back two bottles of beer and a can of diet coke. When she handed her mom a beer she darn near stuck the ring in her mom's eye.

"Sue, are you engaged? When? To Steve? Why didn't you call me?" Beth asked.

"It just happened this morning mom," Sue said "I waited to tell you so we could do it in person."

Beth looked at the ring, at Sue then at me, "You only started to talk about Steve the last couple of weeks. Just how long have you known him?"

"Almost two weeks, but in reality I've known him all my life. Remember I told you I watched him fight off some people who were attacking our park twice. I was with him when he saved a policeman from being shot. I watched him again when he saved some friends of his from a crazed attacker. What I've watched him do and having been with him while stuff has happened makes us long time friends."

Beth looked at me closer, "What do you do for a living Steve."

"I'm a welder. I have been working with oil companies but now I'm doing what would be considered specialty welding."

"Who do you work for?"

"Right now, myself."

"Is that why you live in a trailer park?"

I explained, "Beth, about a month ago, I decided to take a long vacation. Get away from the platforms for a bit. Get back with regular people. I stumbled into a couple of small jobs then got lucky and made a deal for some equipment. From there I was referred to several good paying specialty jobs. I also have a guy rebuilding some heavy commercial generators and compressors. The market for them seems to be good."

"Mom," Sue interrupted "I've helped him on a couple of jobs and he's paid me sixty-five hundred dollars already. I saw him sell one of his big generators for fifteen thousand dollars. He said that was probably going to net about ten. He's magic mom, he makes money without making it look hard."

"You paid her sixty-five hundred dollars? For what?" Beth asked.

"Let's see. That's her part of three NASCAR frames and two motorcycle frames. These were all specialty custom-made items. Sue helped with the measuring, cutting and bending of the steel tubing. She was responsible for most of the weld clean ups on a couple of the frames and I'm teaching her to weld. She has done some very nice welding so far. I'm really proud of her. With her working with me, we have put out far more work than I could have done in twice the time it took us. We work very well together."

Beth Phillips was nodding, listening, evaluating. "What does that have to do with living in a trailer park."

"When I arrived in Tampa, I wanted a cheap place to stay for a couple of months. The trailer has been nice. It has a giant patio that has attracted several neighbors to join me for coffee in the morning and a beer in the afternoon. Now we eat supper together almost every night. The trailer park is inexpensive and I've met some great new friends. I've also met your daughter there and that is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Sue jumped in, "Don't be afraid I'm going to fast mom. Steve and I have become extremely close, very fast."

"You mean you're having sex, right?" Beth asked.

"Yes mother, it means we are having frequent very good, very enjoyable, very satisfying sex," Sue said with a wistful smile.

"And to think you swore off men for years, even after you lost all your weight," Beth was saying. "It's just hard to believe you changed your mind about men and wanting men intimately so fast. You were so determined to never have anything to do with men again."

"A girl can change her mind, Mom. I changed mine," Sue said looking at me.

"Can I come out to see your place Steve, to see this magic patio?" Beth asked.

"Sure, you would be a nice addition to our group. If you stay late, we'll take you to enjoy our evening hot tub jaunt. You would love it."

Sue smacked me on the shoulder and loudly whispered, "Watch it, don't tell her all our secrets."

"Sounds interesting, perhaps I will bring my swimsuit."

Sue giggled but left it at that. Her mom was suspicious but didn't pursue the giggle.

"The roast is done, come sit at the table and we will have dinner," Beth said getting up, heading toward a dinning area next to the kitchen.

Sue helped her mom put the food on the table. Beth brought in a large bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass before sitting to eat. We all had a salad bowl on our plates so we started there. All of the food was delicious. The standing rib roast was on the rare side with juices bubbling out with every bite that you cut. All the vegetables were good as well. While we were eating, Sue and her mom talked about all the other things in their lives.

"Mom, I want to take Steve to see Uncle Ben. I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks so it's way past time to visit him but I want him to meet Steve."

"That's a great idea. Would you mind if I went with you? I haven't talked to him much this past week. He's been busy at his office. Since he's taken on that racecar group, he has been very busy. You will hardly recognize him though as his association with that crazy bunch has made him happier than I've seen him in years."

After finishing with dinner, we got in Sue's car with her mother riding in the front seat with Sue and me in the back. Sue drove us down Dale Mabry, across Swan Avenue, on down to Bay Shore. We drove along a drive with huge homes on one side and the bay on the other. There was a concrete fence separating the bay from a wide sidewalk that accommodated roller skaters, bicyclist, joggers and walkers.

Pulling into what could only be called a mansion, I wondered if this was the result of old money or what Uncle Ben did.

Beth just walked in a side door without knocking or hollering out. We entered into a kitchen that had an older lady making up something. She nodded and smiled at us pointing toward a door. We walked through the large kitchen and into a parlor. A nice looking man about Beth's age got up with a smile, hugged and kissed Beth (a not very brotherly kiss either) and said how happy he was to see Sue giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"Uncle Ben, this is Steve Sharp, my fiancée."

"Fiancée? Sue, that's wonderful, when did this happen and why haven't I heard more about your Steve Sharp," Uncle Ben said acting surprised.

"Oh," Sue sounded as if she didn't believe him, "you know everything I do and everyone I ever do anything with. You've always watched me like a hawk, protecting me. You know who he is I'll bet. You probably even know that I looked him up to find out more about him."

"I'm not that bad Sue," Ben said. "I have heard quite a bit about him though. He has a reputation with the Sheriff's department I know that." He turned to me and offered his hand, "Welcome to the family Steve. You've made your way into my Sue's heart very fast. From Belize to Tampa to Sue in under thirty days."

"See, you have been snooping on me," Sue said.

Ben and Beth were sitting on a couch close together holding hands. There was some dynamics going on with them. Ben just waved at Sue, "When the Sheriff told me about all the ruckus out at the park where your place is, I naturally investigated. Your welfare is very important to me and your mom."

Beth told Ben, "Steve has been teaching Sue how to weld. Can you imagine? I picture her like that old World War II photograph of the lady welder."

Ben surprised Sue and me with, "Gene told me you two had turned out some very nice work, very fast."

When I looked surprised and puzzled he continued, "I am the local attorney for several entities of the NASCAR crowd. Gene's group is the most prominent. I hear about almost everything that's going on out there. I was very surprised to find my niece, my Beth's daughter, with an unknown craftsman at a client of mine. I was even more surprised to hear she was working as hard as he was."

What was that? My Beth? My Beth's daughter? More than meets the eye here.

"Nothing gets by you does it," Sue almost sounded dejected.

"With you my sweet Sue, a lot gets by me. You can be really busy sometimes. Are you still working out everyday, your tan seems to have faded a little," Ben asked.

"I haven't been to the gym much, I'm going to have to figure out how to work it into our schedule," Sue said rubbing her arm. "I have been swimming hard almost every day. The work we're doing hasn't been that hard physically but it is tiring. You really have to concentrate to do a perfect job."

Beth entered the conversation, "Sue doesn't have a date set for her wedding. Do you think we should talk her into a big fancy wedding? I don't know whether she would want one but we need to assure her that she can have the biggest wedding ever held in Tampa or the smallest, whatever makes her feel good."

"Sue, it would give me great pleasure to help your mother give you the wedding little girls' dream of. I get to give you away whenever it is, remember that, I have to be there." Ben was being very boisterous, excited over the prospect of Sue and my marriage.

"What are you looking for in the marriage Steve?" asked Ben.

I smiled, "A lifetime with Sue, making a happy home with her, raising our children to be good citizens and good parents so I can be a happy grandparent."

Beth gushed, "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Make that man my son-in-law."

"Where do you plan to live?" Ben continued.

"I don't know yet. I have a couple of ideas but right now we're going to stay at the park. We don't need more than we have there. We have some friends there too that we would hate to leave."

Ben offered, "If you decide to look for another place, let me know. I have clients in the real estate business that are very knowledgeable."

We chatted for another half hour then Sue asked her uncle if he would mind taking her Mom home as she had some things she needed to do yet today. Ben happily and very eagerly agreed to take Beth home patting Beth on the hand. Beth was smiling and nodding her head in agreement.

Sue hugged and kissed her mom and uncle and I shook hands with Ben but was given a genuine hug from Beth. As we got in the car and left, Ben and Beth were standing in the door with their arms around each other.

There was definitely a little more closeness between that brother and sister than most.

Sue drove us home happily talking about how well she thought our visit had been. She said her mom and uncle were very well off as her grandparents had been extremely wealthy. She said she had to fight them off, as she wanted to be self-supporting, not take anything from them.

When I asked her about what she had said how lonely her uncle was, she said she just thought of him as lonely as he was alone. He had lost his wife to cancer when they had only been married less than a year. This was long before Sue was born. She said it as if he was never married and Beth, her mother, was often there visiting him, making him happy several times a week.

Was I the only person that noticed something odd?

Back at the park my prophecy was correct. Most of our buddies were on the patio drinking beer and snacking on chips. Sue said she was going to change clothes and told me to go get comfortable as well. She said she had about fifteen minutes worth of stuff to do and would be over when she finished.

Charlie, Jim and Tiny were huddled around a very small TV watching a Winston Cup race. They were all rooting for different drivers and different teams. I asked about Gene's team and they said so far that it had been a bad day for them. Two, bad wrecks, one where the car was totally trashed and the other a lot of sheet metal damage. So much damage it was slowing the car down.

I commented that was too bad about the total but it meant more business for me. They asked me about the comment and I explained Sue and I had been building frames for them. They thought that was really neat as they continued to quaff the beer and stuff the chips.

The three girls were lying out in the sun on a blanket wearing some skimpy swimwear. A few minutes later, Sue came out in the bikini I had first met her in and laid down with the other girls. When I told Sue about one of Gene's cars being totaled she said, that was too bad but she guessed he would call in the morning for another frame.

I thought a little barbecue would be good so I drove down to the Sonny's and picked up a pile of ribs and a bunch of hot chicken wings along with corn on the cob and a bunch of their Texas toast.

When I got back and opened it up, there was a mad scramble to get at the food. I had asked for "killer" hot wings, and they were. You couldn't calm the heat down with the cheese dip but you could help your mouth with another sip of beer.

I had bought just enough. When the last rib and wing were gone, the race was over and the sun was going down on the sunbathers. I told the girls to go shower off the oil and dress to ride as I had an itch that needed the wind to cure.

Charlie and Jim brought their bikes to my place and were ready to roll as soon as the girls came. Before the girls came though, a large, very large group of Harleys could be heard at the entrance to the park. We followed the noise as it came closer heading toward us. We looked at each other and shrugged. To be on the safe side, I went inside put on a vest and stuck my 9-mil in my back waistband of my jeans.

Who should ride up but Hap with a bunch of his guys and Bear with a bunch of his folks, mostly riding tandem with girls on the back. They shut down and came over to me giving me hugs. They were smiling and jubilant. I offered all of them beer and went inside for the sleeve of cups the driver had left with me.

Hap said, "Nice set up. You guys know how to live."

Bear was looking around and asked, so where did this big gun fight take place. I pointed at the road and where my truck was and said that was for two of the fights. Then back at the trailer saying the other one was inside but that was only one shot, not even a killing shot.

"And the deputy shooting was right out there on the highway?" Bear asked.

"Yep."

"And you just rode right into him?"

I nodded.

"You been a busy boy since you left the sand. Hap spent half the night bragging about all the shit you've been doing."

Hap said why they were there, "Bear and his brothers wanted to come by to say thanks for yesterday. I wanted to come over here with him alone, but my guys wouldn't have it so that's why you have about forty guys and their women here."

When my cups ran out, a couple of the women produced identical sleeves of cups to continue getting everyone a beer.

"You boys getting ready to ride out?" Hap asked.

"Soon. I needed a ride to blow the dust out of my head." I said smiling.

"Want us to ride with you?" Hap asked.

"Not necessary, you guys probably should be back in your barn before it gets too dark. I would think that with all the folks watching' you-all that you wouldn't want to be cop-bait after dark."

Hap hugged me saying, "You know the score don't you. Listen, just so you know, I'm sayin' it again. When you and your buddies here want to be a part of us, see me, it will be done. No prospect, no walk the line, no nothin' just pure respect. You've earned our colors. We want you."

"Mine too," added Bear.

Hap called out to the large group, "Finish up and clean up, its time to ride."

A few of the women gathered up all the empty cups and stacked them at the end of the patio. Everyone mounted up and with Hap and Bear leading, the group roared through the park and out the entrance.

As soon as they left, the three women appeared wanting to know what that was all about. We filled them in before firing up our bikes to leave a little quieter than the forty bikes that left before us.

We rode to Jim's, had a beer then rode to the Crab Shack and had another. We took off up U.S. 19 and went to New Port Richey to a biker bar up there. Jim and Charlie knew several of the guys and Shawna and Hanna knew several of the women. We were welcomed and introduced to far more folks than I would ever remember.

After a beer we went up to Highway 52 and cut across to 41 and back south to the park. Everyone thought we had enough play time and wanted to just go to bed.

Sue and I used her large shower and relaxed in front of her TV in her bedroom drinking rum and diet coke.

We celebrated the first night of our engagement by pleasuring each other to almost midnight. Sleep found us as we snuggled after mutual explosive orgasms.



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Chapter 29



Day Twenty-nine - Monday

Sue and I woke at the same time, just before six. We played, and showered, teasing each other before dressing in jeans and regular T-shirts, before going to my trailer to start coffee. Sue thought biscuits would be good this morning so she whipped up a batch of Bisquick and put them in the oven.

As soon as the coffee was done, I turned on the patio light drawing our crew like mosquitoes to light. Some bouncy, some dragging, some dressed saucily, some plain.

Glenda was commenting on the bikers that came yesterday when my phone began ringing. I went inside to answer and to hear Gene, begging us to please make him another frame as soon as possible. I asked him if one of the new stainless steel ones would work and he said it would be fine but to make him a regular steel one as soon as possible too. I told him I could deliver the two eighteen percent stainless frames this morning and his immediate reaction was "Great, when can you get them here?"

I told Sue what the deal was and that I was going to have a biscuit then take off to buy a trailer and haul the two frames down to Gene. She said she wanted to go with me so I asked Glenda and Ruth if they would clean up for us.

At the shop, I had an idea. I went out to the big truck and checked my supplies. I made a list for later but was satisfied that we had enough of everything. I took the cover off the big truck and pulled it around to hook up the trailer we had bought on the way to the shop. The trailer light socket was the same as on the pickup and the big work truck. I pulled in front of the shop so Sue and I could get the finished frames up on the trailer.

It was a struggle but we did it. I parked the pickup and told Sue we would leave it. I took down the blue print we had been using and we drove down to Gene's in the heavy morning traffic.

I backed the trailer up to the door we had worked at previously and went in to find Gene. He was in the garage stripping a wreck. I told him I had a delivery for him and that excited the heck out of everyone there.

Every guy in the shop came out to carry the two frames in. Gene and the crew chiefs were pouring over the two frames. They took one over to a huge scale and weighed it murmuring that it was about thirty pounds lighter than the other frames.

I followed them over to a frame straightening rack. Instead of pulling to straighten, they squashed, twisted, then squashed some more. When they were done they set upon the frame with squares to calculate all the angles. They all nodded, happy that the frame was passing the stress test.

They hauled the frame into the garage where they were parting out the wreck. While several guys still pulled parts off the wreck, several guys went right to work, installing paneling and interior equipment. While one guy was running a wiring harness two guys were soldering connections. They were really moving.

I went to Gene and asked him if he had steel for another frame. He said, sure, never less than five to six cars worth were always on hand. I said if he wanted, Sue and I would build him a standard steel tubing frame real quick today.

"If you two need to work late to get it done, no problem. We're going to be here most of the night ourselves," Gene said directing one his men to bring us a set of steel tubing and plates.

Sue and I disconnected the trailer, repositioned the truck and set up the table. We changed into our coveralls. By the time we had everything ready, including batteries in the charger for the grinders and drills, the tubing was there.

We began measuring and cutting, and bending. We had it down now and were able to do all of it in just a fraction over an hour, even with double checking before and confirming after we cut and bent.

I set up both wire feed arc welders on the truck. Sue and I hustled through measuring and tacking all three sections. The re-measuring at this point took a lot of time but we were still done by eleven. I gave Sue the rear section to weld and I started on the front.

At noon, Gene came back and invited us to eat with them. He had a huge layout on four card tables of everything you could want for a sandwich including multiple kinds of bread.

Sue and I made up some sandwiches, eating them with the crews. We only took about fifteen minutes as we wanted to see how fast we could do this one so we were back to work in less than a half hour.

We were through welding the cage in place by two before we re-measured everything again confirming lengths and angles and started grinding and cleaning. I had Sue begin on the front while I worked on the back confirming and inspecting her welds. She was getting faster and she was getting damn good. Her welds were getting tighter and as good or better than most welders were.

About three-thirty I started drilling holes while Sue finished up the polishing of the cage. At four thirty we stood back and looked at the completed frame. We were tempted to let it be but we went back for one last re-measure and inspection. Everything was accurate so I went to get Gene.

He couldn't believe it. He said he was going to review his surveillance tapes and make a composite for his guys to watch how fast people can work. I told him when he had a tape to make us a copy so we could watch it to find out whether we could do it faster.

I made up the invoice for the two stainless steel experimental frames with us providing the materials then an invoice for the frame we just produced. I carried them to Gene, asking him for a copy of his sales tax exemption form.

He smiled and said, "Glad you asked for that as I was afraid you were winging it and trying to avoid reporting. If you could, send me your federal I.D. for our records too."

I went out to the truck where I had the numbers on a sheet of paper and brought them back to Gene. He wrote out the check for seventeen thousand six hundred dollars and said, "I should tip you guys again but I don't want to spoil you. Maybe you two could come with us to a race as part of the crew. You would love it."

"That might be nice, we'll talk about it. You don't need to tip us, we thank you for the business. Let me know when you need us."

Gene looked at us a minute then wrote a telephone number on a piece of paper with a name, "Give this guy a call, he was complaining about the slow delivery he was having for frames. You might be able to help him. I hope he doesn't monopolize your time, I'm still going to need you."

I smiled at him saying, "You're first, always. Just ask, we'll deliver."

We cleaned up our equipment and the shop putting everything away including our blueprint. We hooked up the trailer and drove to the storage place to park the trailer and the truck. I went to the office to see if I could get a place next to the truck for the trailer. The guy was happy to rent me more space.

Abe was busily painting panels hung up in my workspace saying he needed more space to do everything. I walked back up to the office and asked if he could give us the next space over and have lighting and power installed for us like the spaces we already had. He said no problem, he would move the people who were in the space and get it done by Wednesday. When I told Abe what I had done he was surprised.

"You really rented another space, just because I was complaining?" Abe asked.

"You bet, can't make my money maker unhappy. With our activity, we can afford it and probably need it. I was thinking of trying to find at least one good welder to work exclusively here at the shop. We might even need another space."

Abe then motioned toward the generator setting in his space with new tires and the frame and towing tongue freshly painted, "This one's done except for putting the panels back on when they dry. It was a mess from lack of care but I don't think it has ten total hours on it. Inside, it's like brand new. It just needed routine maintenance, cleaning up and replacing the dry rotted tires. This one is probably worth a grand more than the one you just sold. Think your guy would go for it? It will look like brand new and not even a wave in the sheet metal."

"I'll try, if I get it, I'll give you most of it, as I would never know to ask for more," I said sincerely.

"Just pay me like you always do. The commission I'm making is better than any salary I've ever had and that's what I'm here for, to teach you," Abe said proudly.

Sue and I took off to go to the bank followed by heading to the grocery store. I wanted steak with all the trimmings so we bought a pile of nice looking thick sirloins, potatoes, broccoli, rolls and more romaine along with the ingredients for more dressing.

On the way home from the store, I proposed a couple of ideas I had to Sue. She liked them both and gave me kiss as we were driving. She asked if we were moving too fast. My reply was that it was taking too long.

As soon as we got home, I started the grill wondering where the others were as it was already near six. Sue went home to clean up and I went into my trailer to shower, turning on the oven and put the potatoes in as I went by on the way to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, I made more dressing and filled a huge bowl with pulled apart romaine. With the potatoes baking, I went out to the patio to find only Tiny sitting, sipping a beer.

"Where is everyone tonight," I asked concerned.

"Hanna said Jim was running late but should be here in ten to fifteen minutes, Shawna called Ruth saying they had to finish an emergency repair and would be here by six thirty and Ruth will be back from the store in ten minutes. It's quiet now, but it will be noisy in a few minutes."

Sue walked back over and asked the same question I did, with Tiny giving his speech again. I put out some cut up veggies with some home made ranch dressing to dip them in and joined Tiny having a beer. Sue checked on everything and opened a diet coke before settling down.

Amazingly within fifteen minutes everyone was showing up. Just about the time we had settled down to munching the veggies and drinking beer, Martin and Glenda drove in and came over saying they had to get some stuff at Wal-Mart and took longer than they thought it would.

Now the crew was complete.

Sue served the salad and I started the steaks. The potatoes were ready so they were brought out and put on plates along with a giant bowl of broccoli. I started dishing out the steaks to those that had wanted theirs done a certain way.

The next twenty minutes were full of eating sounds, not much talking. We finished and the women gathered everything up and took it inside to wash. The men sat and chatted for a few minutes being mellow, thanking whoever it was that said the women should be washing the dishes.

I asked Tiny what he thought if I replaced the little trailer of Abe's with one of those giant ones; the big doublewides that are larger than most houses. I said my plan would be to leave the shed and patio where they were but have a bigger place for Sue's business as well as our living area. He thought that would be cool but I would probably have to pay for two lots. Tiny said one of his clients sold manufactured homes and he knew they would give us a decent deal.

The girls came out, chatting among themselves. When everyone was settled, complete with Glenda and Martin on the sofa swing. I made my announcement, "Sue and I don't want to wait, I think we should get married tomorrow or Wednesday."

There was a shocked murmuring until finally a clear question, "Where?"

"How about right here, on this patio."

Glenda asked, "Who's going to marry you?"

"Tiny will do it, he's a notary."

"I will?" said Tiny surprised.

"You'll do it for us, right?" I pleaded.

"Sure, I guess, I've never done it before," Tiny said.

"Next I'm going to buy the trailer from Abe and replace it with a double wide to hold us and Sue's growing business," I announced happy to discuss my plan. "I don't want to move away from my friends so Sue and I are going to make the place fit for us."

I looked at a bunch of stunned people, "How about let's plan on Wednesday evening. That will give you ladies time to find some fancy dresses. I want all of you to go to a thrift store or one of the resale places. I bet you all can find matching stuff at one and my bride to be can find a hell of a deal on a gown. It's not that I'm cheap, but no sense in blowing a ton on something you can't use again."

"I'm going to order one of those big tents to be put up so we can have some more room for tables and chairs for the wedding dinner. It will be catered. I have a lead on a small band to play music for us so we can have our wedding dance on the patio. All men including Tiny will wear clean, pressed denims and boots, even me. This is going to be the trailer trash wedding of all time. Actually the happiest trailer park wedding of all time."

"Now then, not to scare you all but I will be inviting Hap out to be with us. Not his entire club but Hap and perhaps one of his key men and their women. He would be offended to leave him out. If any of you feel some of our other friends should come, like Denise and her guy, Jan and Dell or any others that may want to come. Tell them the wedding will be at seven and the reception will continue until we run out of booze or they all pass out."

"Charlie, since you've lived out here a long time could you gather some teens to direct traffic and park people, especially the bikes so they are not in the yard here?"

"Done," said Charlie.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed the clubhouse. I identified myself and asked for Hap. When he came on the phone I explained the deal. He was excited that I invited him and promised to be there with only one of his guys and their women.

I called Jim's and talked to Denise. She said she would take off regardless and would be here for the whole thing. She asked if it was okay to tell our friends there as she said they would all want to be there. I told her to go ahead.

Next was the call for the band. I told them what the gig was and said I had a concrete pad to play from and for dancing. The guy said he could do it because it was in the middle of the week.

The last was the caterer who had been recommended by Gene. The guy said he was available but when I told him I wanted a nice buffet type meal with enough to serve 200 he choked a little. I then made his day saying I wanted an open bar from six till no one was standing. He said that was great but I should hire a limo service to take drunk folks home. I thought that was a great idea and got a number from him.

I called the limo service and made arrangements for at least two cars to be ready by nine but to have some on standby if more were needed.

Sue came over and sat on my lap, "Ruth called a second hand shop she gets all her designer clothes from and they have dresses for us plus a few gowns to choose from. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess that's all. Everything is ordered except the flowers and the tent with tables and chairs. You need to make up some fliers and post them around the park tomorrow morning with an open invite to the wedding. You've been here long enough that a lot of people would like to come. Put "NO PRESENTS" on the flier and lots of people will come."

"This will be fun. There is going to be lots of people. I've called my Mom and Uncle already so I know they will be here. They are kind of shocked we are having it so fast. I'm really excited and now can't wait."

I hugged her saying, "Tomorrow morning we're going to the manufactured home place to see if they have what we want. I'll get you back in time for you to go to the shop for the dresses with the rest of the girls. Then I have to get the rest of stuff ordered and out here."

"Why don't we wait till the weekend?" Sue asked.

"Easy," I smiled "None of the people or equipment would be available. It would be rented out to others having long planned parties and weddings."

"Good thinking my smart husband-to-be."

I told everyone Sue and I were going to take a long walk and end up at the pool for some exercise. The rest of the crew excluding Glenda and Martin said they were coming with us.

We walked, swam, then played in the hot tub. It seemed all the guys were trying to get one last shot at Sue thinking she could become out of bounds soon. The women were equally expectant, demanding I munch on all of them and leave a little something inside them.

We all ended up back on the patio still wired because of the excitement having one last beer to put us to sleep.

Eventually, we all went to our respective places to sleep. Sue and I enjoyed each other one last time falling asleep, damp from sweat, and wet from our orgasms.



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Chapter 30



Day Thirty - Tuesday

I again woke before Sue thinking that if I disturbed her she would wake up. The clock said six-fifteen so it was time for us to get rolling. I kissed her forehead as I scooted down and began sucking on her nipples.

The result came about a minute later. Sue gave a loud groan. Since she was wrapped around me, her pussy was up against my upper thigh. She pressed it against me groaning louder with each suck then emitted an almost scream while her thighs clutched mine. The surprise was thinking she wet on me. I realized from the scent, she didn't pee on me, she squirted, just from getting her nipples sucked.

"You are so bad. I'm going to get you for that. I'm going to get you in the nicest way you devil. You made me come so big, I think I wet the bed," Sue was saying breathlessly. "Am I marrying a morning sex sadist? Huh?"

"I love you more each morning. It grows all day and I fall asleep loving you even more. I have to show it some way."

We kissed and cuddled before I said, "Come on. Time's a wastin'. We have a big day today, to get ready for our big day tomorrow."

"You have that right Mr. Free guy that is gonna be captured and hog-tied by tomorrow night. Let's get a shower, but first, let me strip the bed so I can wash the sheets."

We showered quickly and were making coffee by six thirty-five. The group began showing up with their mugs in hand before the light was turned on. The women all had notebooks and pens to make notes.

I mentioned to the group that we had forgotten the wedding cake. Glenda said she would go to Publix to order it. I had a list of the people that I had hired for the catering. He was handling the music so all I had to do was give him a deposit to cover both. The unknown was the open bar. A total couldn't be compiled until the drinking was done.

I was going to a place called Taylor Rental for the tent, chairs and tables. They listed a store on north Florida just south of Fletcher, not that far from the park. The caterer was down off Busch Boulevard so I would take care of him after Taylor Rental. Everyone drank his or her fill of coffee. We didn't need anything to eat, as most of us were too excited to eat much.

Charlie, Jim and Tiny went to work while the girls made their plan of attack. I took off in the pickup for what I needed to do.

Taylor Rental was a dumpy looking place but had every imaginable thing in the world for parties, weddings, construction work and just about anything else you could think of. I gave them the size of the space that I wanted under a tent and the guy said no problem. It would be up this afternoon and taken down sometime Thursday. I gave him the list of tables and chairs and that was easy as well. I didn't go with the pretty white socks for the back of the folding chairs. I decided to add eight large fans to keep the air moving around under the big tent.

Then the guy won me over; he showed me a picture of a couple in front of what could have been a minister. They were standing on a raised platform with a trellis of flowers behind it. Oh yeah, I have to get flowers. Anyway, it was really neat. There was a second picture with the bride tossing her bouquet and then a third photo of the couple with the lady sitting on a chair and the guy tossing the garter. I had to have the platform. I ordered that too. I paid cash for everything surprising the guy. He thanked me and guaranteed it would all be out there this afternoon. He gave me a list of what the trellis would hold if I wanted to put flowers on it.

Next was the caterer. When I walked in, he did a double take of me and asked if I had been at the clubhouse recently. I nodded. And he began falling all over himself to help me.

He had a set price for all his services including the band. He didn't have a set price for the booze. He said, "Instead of waiting for a total, he would make me deal that I couldn't refuse."

He gave me a very attractive total and I asked him if he preferred a check, credit card or cash. He said casually, "If you can give me cash, I'll knock off fifteen percent and tip out the wait staff myself."

I knew that was too much so I said, "Let's make it a ten percent discount, just use the five percent to tip out your people."

As I was getting ready to leave I said to the guy, "For your information Hap is going to be out there so show off for him."

"Hey thanks for the info. Hap's never been to one of my jobs. I do a lot of the cooking at the club house so he knows I make good food, but he's never seen me in action."

I made sure he didn't need anymore tables. He said he would bring what he needed along with a portable bar. I told him that there would be a fresh keg but that might not last the night. He told me to get the driver to leave a second keg and he would change it when the first one ran dry.

I was getting into my truck when my cell-phone rang. Shawna gave me the color of the bridesmaid dresses and said I wouldn't believe how good Sue was going to look. She said all they had to do was to get shoes and they would be done.

I drove to the florist that had been recommended by the caterer as well as Taylor Rental. The couple who owned the shop listened to everything I needed then figured out a price. I gave them the same spiel, check, credit card or cash. The ladies eyes got big saying they did offer a discount for cash. I peeled off hundreds from my diminishing wad getting a whopping fifteen-percent discount, plus no sales tax. I would bet that was one big sale not getting reported.

Next was the bank. The head teller gave me some grief but finally gave me what I wanted. I told her it was my money and I had some heavy duty buying to do today.

I was done so I drove by Gene's and invited him, his crew chiefs and their wives to the wedding. All he could say is, "You are a busy guy, also crazy smart to have it in the middle of the week so you can get guys like us to come."

He began telling me about all the tests that they had been putting the part stainless steel frame through, commenting that so far it was superior to the tubing they had been using. He said one of his drivers wanted to use it Saturday for a Busch race, as he liked the way the car felt. He was trying to get approval from NASCAR for the different type of tube composition.

I drove by the shop and made sure Abe and Alice were coming and also making sure they brought no presents. I discussed with him about buying or moving his trailer. He thought what I wanted to do was a neat idea and said for me to set the trailer up on another lot and he would rent it there. I told him I would pay him for the patio awning and the shed. He laughed saying the shed wasn't worth the grass it was setting on. I disagreed but we did finally come to a deal for the awning. I gave him cash, making him very happy.

I went home. The girls were piling out of Sue's car, taking their dresses to their individual places. I asked Sue to come back as soon as she could because we had one more place to go. I walked up to the park office and had a conversation with the owner. I thought he was going to wet his pants when I told him what I was going to do. He happily agreed to rent me the two lots together and to move the little trailer to an empty lot next to Jim and Hanna. I told him to get it done instantly and I would pay the extra for fast service.

Sue was at the trailer when I got there so we took off in the pickup to go to the manufactured home place down the road. From the street, it looked like the guy had maybe eight houses, but once you were in his lot, we found he had dozens.

Sue and I described what we wanted and how we wanted the front door to face in order to accommodate the patio. The guy suggested that the back door might be better as that was where the kitchen was at plus there was usually a sliding glass door. He said he had an idea for us and said to follow him.

He took us to a really big unit. We actually entered the back door noting the sliding glass doors next to the regular door. The kitchen was huge with a bar as well as built in oven and range. There was a big double door refrigerator convenient to the workspace in the kitchen. The first impression was very nice. The adjoining family room was really big too. Big enough for a pool table, a private wish and daydream of mine.

There was a door on the right rear wall of the kitchen. Through the door was a large pantry and next to it was a very large laundry room complete with pull down ironing board.

Off the Kitchen to the right, down a short hallway was what the guy called the master suite. The short hallway to the master suite had a couple of doors that I assumed were an entry to the laundry room or a hall closet.

Wow! The place had a huge bedroom that had fancy built-in electric drapes across an entire wall. Centered on the rear wall was a huge, built in king size platform bed with a built in shelf area as a headboard, complete with a radio alarm clock. Across from the bed up fairly high was a TV built into the wall, similar to Sue's except this was a twenty-five inch model. There was a large walk-in closet and a bathroom with a huge shower, a tub, a double sink and the necessary commode.

Toward the other end of the house, across from the family room was a nice living room area with the front door entryway that was little hidden from the living area but visual from the family room and kitchen. Off to the other side of the family room and living room area was a small trailer size bath with a tiny shower, then next to it was a small bedroom. Down the hall behind that was a very large room that at first glance you would think of it as another master bedroom but it didn't have a private bath or large walk in closet and it looked larger than the master bedroom area. The interior wall was actually a large closet with folding doors. Inside instead of a bar to hang clothes, the entire closet was shelves. There was an outside entrance to this room as well.

The agent said this had been a special order that had been built for a guy who was now in jail on a federal tax charge. He told us he could remodel the place but if it was something we might want as is, he was prepared to sharpen his pencil.

Sue looked over the room carefully noting the many electrical outlets on the walls then walked back through the rest of the trailer into the big bedroom. She came out and asked the guy what kind of money was he talking.

He gave her the price and I could tell she was surprised. Sue asked me to step outside for a second.

Outside Sue said, "That's less than I paid for my place. This thing is twice as big as mine is. I like it. The big area would be perfect for both our offices."

I gave her a kiss and said, "The only part of all this is there is only the one extra bedroom. How about kids? That place could only hold one, we would have to upgrade for more."

"Let's get this then worry about it when I get pregnant with number two. We'll make do with this one for now, it's too good a deal to pass up. Now go be your usual self and see what kind of bargain you can get."

As I walked in the door I glanced at my watch. It was eleven ten. Sue and I had already had a full day. It was about to be even more full.

The salesman and I sat at his desk in his office. Curious I asked, "Have you been selling these long?"

"About fifteen years, I went in business here with only two little trailers. Now I sell mostly manufactured homes."

"Before I commit to a deal we have a couple of unique requirements. If I were to buy this, do you have the man power to get this set up at the park up the street quickly?"

"You're going to put this in a park like that? Not on your own piece of property?"

"No sir, that's where it's going right now. What kind of time frame can it be set up?" I repeated trying to find out what was foremost in my mind.

"If you could pay me for it right now, I'd have it set up by five today."

"Don't say that if you can't do it. I mean setup, both sides connected and leveled, utilities and waste set-up, I mean complete."

He smiled back at me, "I have six guys sitting on their ass out there. They are six of the best. If you pay me, they'll have it in place so fast it will make your head spin."

"Okay, will you give anything additional for cash?"

"You mean a check or credit card?"

"No I mean cash. All hundreds, fresh from the bank."

"You serious?"

I nodded.

You could see the guy's eyes glaze over, "Tell you what, I'll knock off another two grand and throw in a new Sears washer and dryer."

"Write it up."

I turned to Sue and handed her my cell phone, "Call the park office and make sure the little trailer is moved or being moved. It's going next to Jim & Hanna."

Sue walked outside a minute then came back in saying, "They are moving it now."

The guy showed me the contract, I pointed to where he was supposed to sign, he signed. I signed on the other side then said I'll be right back.

I went to the truck to retrieve a fat folder I had gotten from the bank earlier. Inside I pulled out two bundles of fifty one hundred-dollar bills and set it on the table. I pulled out the second bundle and counted out the balance including the sales tax. The unit was still considered a trailer so you had to pay sales tax like it was a car.

The dealer counted the bundles then the balance smiling. He picked up the phone and called to his foreman telling him to hook up both sides of the unit we bought and to get the rest of the guys as they were going to install the unit right now.

He called the county sheriffs department to advise them he would be moving two units about a mile within the next hour. Apparently it was a good time as he was smiling when he hung up. I told him all the utilities were active so all he had to do is to put it in.

He looked up at us and said, "Your new home is on the way." He rummaged around in a file cabinet and handed Sue a rolled up blueprint, "Here, I don't need this anymore, you may need it in the future."

Sue said, "We may have to remodel to accommodate another bedroom for kids since it only had the one other bedroom."

He looked puzzled for a second then smiled asking Sue for the blue print back. He unrolled it saying, "I didn't do a very good job showing you guys the place."

"See this room on the way to the big bedroom, it's a decent sized bedroom and this other area is another small bathroom but this one has a tub. Now look back here where you saw the little bedroom on the way to the big workroom. The hallway is in the center; I only showed you the little bedroom on the left, not the other one on the right. It is actually larger as it doesn't have a bathroom. There is a little space lost for a utility closet next to it, but not much. That monster is a four bedroom three bathroom home, with a custom business extension on it. The only furniture that goes with it is the built in bed in the master bedroom and the four kitchen chairs for the counter.

Sue smiled, rolled up the blueprint, took our receipt for the house and said we needed to get back to the park. The man said our home should be being set up within the hour.

We arrived at the park in time to see Martin making sure the little trailer was being set up correctly. I looked at it and decided to have a little awning installed over the little concrete pad that was there. I could also get one of those little metal storage sheds and put it at the end of the little patio so the place would seem about what Abe had before. The little place was comfortable and homey.

At the rear of the large yard, the huge tent had been erected. Underneath was a line of tables and rows of the chairs I had asked for. At one end of the tent was the raised platform. Sue ohh'ed and ahed over it saying it was going to be beautiful.

I called the beer delivery guy. I had to leave a message for him. He called right back saying there was no way we finished off the keg so fast. I told him I thought the keg was running dry as we had quite a few people over. I told him to bring two kegs for me. Replace the near empty one and leave a second one as we were having a large gathering the next day and would probably need the second one. I also asked for a few dozen sleeves of his cups.

Sue was hugging me looking at the empty space when the first half of our home came up the lane. The guy driving was a genius. He was able to back the long unit into the space exactly next to the patio the first time. The home was about an inch away from the patio cover. A little material and I could keep water from between the home and the cover. Three guys were instantly working to set and level the first half.

The second half pulled up and the first driver got in replacing the other driver. It took him moving a little back and forth to maneuver the unit around so it could be backed into place as near to the other side as possible. He did the job though. He was able to get it lined up to within a half inch to an inch width. Now all six guys were working to get the half just moved in to join with the first half. They used special jack dollies to lift the entire place and shift it up to the other half. They put some kind of joining material between the two and bolted everything together. Inside they had to put the carpet back down where they had separated the two sides.

Amazingly when the house was in place, it only sat off the ground two steps high. They even had a long two step fake rock stair unit that fit from the door to the other side of the sliding glass doors. The top step was level with the house floor so actually it was only one step up.

They worked to hook up all the utilities and even ran extra electrical outlets to the patio so I could hook up the tap refrigerator. They wired my fan while they were working on the patio outlets.

Sue came out of the inside saying it was done inside and all the water was working and the refrigerator was cooling down.

We stood back and looked at the whole thing thinking that it looked nice. While we were looking, the six guys began installing a decorative skirting around the whole house. It made it look even better.

When the guys were done, I offered them all a beer from the tap. Five of them looked at the driver who could park anything and he nodded with a smile. While they had a beer, I handed each of them a hundred dollar bill thanking them for the speedy work.

One of the guys said thanks and jumped up, went around to the other side of the house, came back, and said he had forgotten to hook up the phone wire. He added that the wiring coming into the home was designed for three lines at each of the outlets. They all had a second beer, thanked me for the tip and left.

I checked my watch, to see it was only four-fifteen.

Martin and Glenda came up to us with Martin commenting, "When you say you're going to do something, you don't mean next month or next week, Keeerist, you don't even mean tomorrow. Your new house is awesome, look how good it looks with the awning, like it was part of it. Now all you have to do is get rid of the ugly old shed and it'll be perfect.

"Martin, how about I just put some siding on it and put some of those colored fiberglass roofing panels on the top. It would look like new."

"You could do that I guess, the little shed is useful. Tell you what, I'll fix it up for you as a wedding present."

"I told you no presents. You want to do it later as a friend, so be it, but not as a wedding present."

Martin nodded and Glenda grinned. I told them to gather the girls and we should drink what's left in the keg, as the driver would be here to swap it out shortly.

While the girls were getting together to plan the ceremony, I moved my possessions from the little place to the new one. Thirty days ago I arrived with only a duffel bag, a pickup and a beat up old Harley. Today it took me six trips to carry everything over. I made sure everything was clean and pulled the bedclothes off to wash so the place would be exactly like it was when I moved in. I used a large box to carry the refrigerator stuff to the new one that was already cold.

I went over to Sue's and looked through her cabinets at her pots, pans, dishes, flatware, glasses and mugs making a list. At the patio I told Sue I was going to Wal-Mart and what I was going for. She wanted to come along so we took off, heading in the right direction. Sue said to swing by the Bed, Bath and Beyond on Dale Mabry in a plaza near to Wal-Mart.

It didn't take her long to pick out three sets of sheets, two new king size pillows, a thin thermal blanket, a nice comforter, bathroom rugs, toilet tank sets, a big pile of towels, lots of hand towels and wash cloths, along with a bundle of kitchen towel and wash cloths.

At Wal-Mart we bought another big coffeepot, two sets of flatware, a small selection of large pots and large pans, a large toaster oven, several large serving bowls and two sets of eight plastic patio mugs, perfect for beer. We added a few cooking utensils that Sue didn't have, paid up and beat feet for home. We had also bought a couple of big bottles of laundry detergent and some other cleaning supplies. Sue said we would bring her kitchen stuff over tomorrow along with her furniture. When I suggested a pool table for the family room, Sue said she was for it. She loved to shoot pool.

Charlie and Jim rolled up in awe at the changes. The new home, the huge tent all gave the place an eerie feeling. Both of them said they could take off tomorrow if I needed them. I said they should not miss work. Just get ready to have fun when they came home. "You guys need to clean up when you get here so if you need to, take off early."

Abe and Alice drove up. They both took the tour looking through everything. The house was really fancy. They came out to the patio and said they had put an ad in the paper for the little trailer so if I needed to do anything with it, that I should do it soon. I told him everything was ready for a new tenant except to wash the bedclothes and towels. I was going to leave the small coffeepot and the small microwave that I had bought as Sue had a microwave and we had bought another large pot today.

Alice was sitting back, enjoying the fan's breeze while she sipped her beer, "Abe why didn't we just do what these kids did. We have a nice place but we moved away from all our friends and some of the conveniences of the park. Like the pool, the hot tub, the recreation building and all the shops nearby. This is a nice place to live."

Glenda and Martin who were sitting in the glider going back and forth gently seconded that feeling.

Glenda said she had dinner ready and for Abe and Alice to stay. Shawna, Hanna and Sue all went with Glenda to carry the food to the patio. Glenda had prepared roast pork, black beans, along with both yellow and white rice. She also had some Cuban bread to soak up the juices.

We had just started eating when the beer driver came. I insisted he take a break and eat with us. He seemed a little sheepish about it but once he began eating, he really dug in, commenting between mouthfuls about how the little trailer had grown up since he had been there. While we were topping off our beers as he finished, the keg ran dry. We all cheered saying it was our first dead keg.

The driver thanked us for the food saying his day had already been too long and that he was single and hated to have to cook when he got home late. While he was changing the kegs and putting the spare one in the shed with ice bags packed around it, Glenda made up a bunch of the food in containers for him. The driver was very happy to have the food and couldn't thank her enough.

The girls cleaned up and came back to say they thought everything was ready. Tomorrow the florist would come to decorate the wedding stand and bring the bouquets. Glenda was having the cake delivered in the afternoon. She said the caterer had come by and was surprised to have so much room but said if we really had two hundred people, we needed all of the extra space.

I looked around, happy with the new place, happy with my friends, and happy with my bride to be. I was one happy, contented guy.

We went for our walk, then swam hard for a half-hour. We even played in the hot tub for a few minutes without swapping partners. All of us felt a little monogamous at the prospect of the wedding coming up. No bachelor or bachelorette parties for us. We had so much fun all the time, who needed a party?

We sat on the patio having a last beer before bed. When Hanna said Sue and I couldn't sleep together tonight because it was bad luck Sue said, no way, we were sleeping together regardless. Ruth spoke up saying that Tiny and she had sneaked off and slept together in a motel while everyone thought they were separate. She proudly stated then that, "Have you all met anyone as happy as we are?"

Both Hanna and Shawna said, "Yes" loudly at the same time. "We are, we are both as happy as can be and I bet Shawna slept with Charlie the night before their wedding too. I sure slept with Jim and am still happy about it."

I went to the little trailer and brought back the bedclothes and towels to wash in the new laundry room. Sue had already washed our new sheets and had made the bed. She had also put out towels and bath rugs. She showed me the master bath with all our toothbrushes, and my shaving stuff already moved.

Sue told me that we were going to find out if the mattress on the platform bed was comfortable, if it wasn't, we could get another quickly.

We played, made love, and played some more until we couldn't go any longer. We kissed and hugged still keyed up, anticipating our big day.

Sue took the new remote and turned on the TV saying she hoped the movers hooked up the cable. They had, the TV was nice with the audio that came from the speakers in the headboard as well as the TV. The low noise put us right to sleep.



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Chapter 31

Day Thirty-one - Wednesday

Kisses woke me. Sue was pressed against me, kissing me awake. She would kiss my lips softly, say, "I love you" then kiss me again, repeating the cycle over and over.

I hugged her and kissed her back telling her the same but asking her, "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes a thousand times yes," she said dramatically smiling while kissing me all over my face.

Sue put a leg over me sitting up on my hips saying, "I have you where I want you for right now. I'm going to give you your bachelor days send off."

She lowered one of her now very large, very long, very erect nipples into my mouth saying, "Suck them, make love to them, make me come."

Hot was not the word to describe Sue this morning; she was flaming. In less than a minute she was coming, leaking onto my tummy from just nipple sucking and nibbling.

She raised up and sank down on me smoothly, taking me easily inside her, moaning and hissing from my continued sucking of her nipples and kissing her breasts. Her pussy was going crazy on me, clenching and quivering while she slid up and down until she let out a very loud groan then laid down on me gasping for breath.

It took her a minute until she lifted her head and kissed me with smiling lips. She slowly moved down my body till she could wrap her two big round breasts around my dick, stroking it up and down while licking the end of it as it appeared from between her breasts.

"Now you're in for what I hope is a treat. Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes as she removed her cleavage from around my dick then repositioned herself till I felt her mouth on me. Sue had removed her dentures and was sucking me, giving me what was probably the ultimate gift from such a proud and wonderful woman.

Her mouth felt great along with one hand stroking me while her other hand gently squeezed my balls. I was going to come quickly. I touched Sue's head telling her I was going to come in case she needed to lift off me. She didn't, but continued until she had sucked everything that I had to give from me.

Sue came up to my arms and kissed me long and tenderly then she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, "Come on sleepy head, let's get this show on the road."

We showered in the new shower. It was amazingly large. We ended up playing too much and causing Sue to be bent over with me giving her a good thumping from the rear. We exited the shower with smiles for me to shave and her to begin brushing out her hair.

I put on two pots of coffee and pulled back the curtain panels and opened the sliding glass door. The morning temperature was perfect, very comfortable for shorts and T-shirt. I poured my first cup of coffee and was staring at the shed door when something hit me. When we put the keg in there, the shovel wasn't there. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Yep, the shovel was gone. The ice had not melted much around the keg and should still be cold when it was needed. I shut the door and waited for our crew.

Ruth and Tiny came with Ruth wearing an extremely transparent robe. She might as well have come nude. I could count pussy hair through the robe, if she had any it was so thin. When Tiny sat down he had a bulge in his shorts and had to adjust himself to be comfortable.

I smiled at him and Ruth telling them, "Ruth you are so lucky, lucky to have a guy that still gets wildly turned on by you and your antics."

Ruth grinned and said, "I tried to make that thing go down and stay down but twice is not enough some times." Tiny blushed.

Glenda came next then Jim and Hanna followed by Martin. Last was Shawna who seemed to be walking funny. When Sue asked her if she was all right or did she hurt her leg or something, I thought Shawna would bust a gut laughing so hard.

"I didn't hurt a leg, but I did wear out my pussy with the short tree trunk Charlie thinks is a dick. For whatever reason we were so horny last night, we like to never got tired so I would get that thing up again and away we would go." Shawna was wiggling in her chair trying to get comfortable. "Then Mr. Ever ready there decides this morning that he's really horny again. You try to do him about ten times in twelve hours and see if you don't walk funny."

Charlie was all puffed, acting proud he could subdue the crazy red headed pixie.

We enjoyed our coffee, going over what was going to happen during the day. I finally remembered to ask, "Charlie, the shovel is gone, did you take it?"

"Yeah, Shawna wanted to get started on it so it's at the shop in a thousand pieces," Charlie said as if he was afraid it couldn't be put back together again.

Shawna announced casually, "I'm done with the motor and tranny. I opened it up to 98 inches. I don't like the 110-cube kit. I think it weakens the engine. I'm waiting for a bunch of stuff to get back from the electrostatic painter then I'll raid a bunch of chrome from the store and you'll have your new, old sled. Maybe Saturday."

"Wow! Shawna, that's fast," I exclaimed.

"I was planning on Thursday but I'll miss two days so it's going to be Friday or Saturday. Say are you two going on a honeymoon?"

Sue said, "Not right away, maybe next week. We're just going to stay here and enjoy being married, and be around our friends."

When the coffee club broke up, I went to the park office and asked if they knew of a couple of guys to move some furniture. They said a couple of married couples were out of work and would welcome some extra cash. They mentioned that they were two of the guys who helped move the little trailer the day before. He called them and said they would meet me at my new home.

It was only a minute till both couples showed up. I took them to Sue's and told Sue for her to direct how she wanted the move to happen. Sue told me to run to the U-haul place and get a bunch of medium sized boxes so she could move stuff and put it away at the same time.

When I got back, Sue had the living room furniture moved and was taking apart her computers. Oh yeah, I forgot mine. I'd have to get it soon. The girls took all the kitchen stuff including everything in the fridge and freezer to the new place and put it where Sue had told them. Then they started helping Sue with her bedroom stuff. Sue was like me. She didn't have a ton of stuff, just what she needed. She didn't have a closet packed full of clothes. Again, only what she needed.

Sue's old place was bare by eleven and all her stuff had homes and was put away. Sue had the two girls give the new place a thorough cleaning and had them go back to the old place and clean it too.

These two couples were good workers. I made sure to take their names and phone numbers so I could talk to them again. I gave them each a big bill, creating some big smiles on their faces. I had talked to the two guys a little to find out they were both metal workers. One was a welder of re-bar for big construction buildings and concrete foundations while the other guy had a lot of sheet metal experience for building fronts. They were temporarily out of work because their jobs were done and they had not found anything new yet.

We set up all the computers in the big room including mine, except mine was on the floor. Sue said we would get a desk for it tomorrow. We set my TV in the office room and Sue's in the living room.

The florist was busily making the wedding stand beautiful. All the bouquets had been put away by the girls. The caterer had already set up his bar under the tent at the opposite end of the tent from the wedding stand. He was happy that I had extra outlets on the patio for the band saying everything was going to be perfect.

Darn, I forgot something. I asked the caterer if he knew of a photographer that I could get on short notice. He smiled and said, look at your contract. When I looked puzzled, he said, "That's part of the deal. My wife's a great photographer and our oldest son takes video before during and after the wedding and reception."

"Whew," I exclaimed, "dodged that bullet."

"Everything's fine, you're on top of it, I can't believe you moved that new place in here since yesterday when I was here. This just isn't the same place with the new house and the tent. The only thing remaining is the patio and the shed, unbelievable," the caterer said.

I went back over to the office to make sure I would have some kids to park cars and for the park owner to tell them where all we could park them. The guy asked, "Is there really going to be that many people out here? You're new in town, how did you meet so many people already?"

Sue and I ate a light lunch. She said she was going to the pool for a few minutes to get her color and suggested I go with her. She put on a modest but skimpy two piece swimsuit and we walked to the pool area. I helped her with the lotion then I jumped in the pool and expended a ton of emotional energy. When I couldn't lift my arms, I went up to where Sue was and put some lotion on.

Sue was talking to DeDe and Star about the wedding, inviting them. They said they were really jealous as she had snared me even though they had the first shot. Star said she'd bet that she gave better head than Sue did but I defended Sue, "I don't think so. Sue gives the best I've ever had."

That wasn't a lie. She did give me the best I ever had. I just was not very experienced. She did really do me well this morning.

"And she gave an award winning performance of her skills this morning, thank you very much," I enthused.

Sue was grinning from my praise.

We only did a little sunning on our front and backs before going back to our new home. Glenda met us and said she had made up the bed in the little trailer and made sure it was ready to be moved into. She also mentioned that Martin had put up the skirting on the outside making the little place look nice. She said the former tenant in that space had planted quite a few flowers so it gave the place a nice feel. There was a large tree that actually shaded the little patio so they may not need an awning.

Sue and I snacked again in anticipation of a hectic evening. Sue even wanted some rum and coke to settle down.

I ironed a set of jeans and polished my new engineer boots. As I was looking at what shirt to wear Sue came into the laundry room with a blowsy white satin looking shirt with a black vest on a hanger.

"Here, honey. I got you something special for today. It will make you look special for our wedding day."

I tried it on. It fit and when I went to the bathroom to use the mirror, it looked nice too. I thanked Sue for thinking of me and she said, "I have thought of you constantly since I watched you move in. I don't know what it was or is but I saw you and wanted you."

We kissed and hugged, finally pulling apart so I could take my shirt off to keep it clean.

We had just separated when Beth, Sue's mom came in the open patio doors followed closely by Ben, her uncle.

They both took the tour of the trailer and were amazed at how large it was. Ben said she could have had his house if she wanted and Sue did a double take, "Uncle Ben, we couldn't afford the taxes on that thing much less buy it."

"Well yes you could," he said. "You actually own as much of it as I do, the same for your mom. Beth just would rather live in Carolwood while I enjoy a Bayshore address."

When Sue looked confused Ben said, "Don't worry about it, your mom and I will explain it all to you another time. Right now you just get ready for your new life."

By five, Charlie and Jim were home and cleaned up saying their wives were very excited about the wedding. Sue had all the guys get together and she gave all of us the run down as to how it was going to happen. Sue told everyone that she was going to have her Uncle Ben give her away and how the procession was going to work. Who was with whom and in what order.

When no one was paying attention to what I was doing, I got into my duffel bag and got the other half of mom's ring set out. I looked at it with a little melancholy thinking of her and dad hoping they were watching this all happen. I put the ring in the little pocket on the vest.

I made shots for us guys and we toasted me becoming a member of our married group.

Sue and her mom went into the bedroom to put on her dress. I went into the little bathroom and shaved again, took a shower without getting my hair wet and dressed in my wedding clothes.

People were coming out of the woodwork. The tent was almost full of people and more were milling around in the yard. Where did they come from? Who were all these folks? As I looked around, I recognized the guy from the supply house, one from Jim's, even Big Jim was there. Hap and his second in command with their women were standing near the bar sipping from cups talking to Jan and Dell. Jan was decked out in a sexy dress showing some heavy-duty cleavage.

There were a half dozen sheriff's deputies standing around also drinking from cups, hope Hap didn't get nervous. One of the deputies had his arm in a sling. Ah, I finally recognized him as being the guy that got shot.

The band was playing some gentle jazz. They looked like a rock band but were playing some soothing music. At seven, Martin took me to the stand and put me in my place then left to collect Glenda.

Sue's mom appeared and took a seat in the front row of chairs. The band started playing a different piece that was sort of an entry piece then here came Charlie and Shawna walking down the carpeted aisle under the tent. Next were Jim and Hanna followed by Glenda and Martin and next was Tiny and Ruth. When Tiny and Ruth reached the group standing by the wedding stand, he climbed up to stand in the middle of the wedding platform facing the gathering. The girls in their dresses looked beautiful.

The band began the wedding march.

That's scary.

I could see, fifty feet away, Sue with her hand on Ben's arm begin to walk down the aisle. They walked slowly in measured steps. Ben was smiling, Sue was smiling and I was terrified.

One month ago I was getting off a plane in Miami, only one month ago. I was headed for a month or so of happy carefree vacation. What went wrong?

Sue and Ben were half way down the aisle.

Whew! Maybe I should make a break for it. Somebody would probably tackle me.

Sue was almost to the steps of the stand. God, she was beautiful. Her dress was beautiful and she really looked good in it. Was I really going to do this?

Ben helped Sue climb the stairs and she came to face me on the other side of Tiny.

We looked at each other and smiled. She winked and mouthed, "I love you." I returned the words and smiled back. This was a good thing.

Tiny spoke a few words loud and clear welcoming the people whom were there to witness our wedding. He then began the ceremony first asking the questions of Sue then to me. Then he had me put the ring on Sue's finger. Finally stepping back he said for us to kiss.

I raised Sue's veil and kissed her with all the meaning I could give. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears when Tiny presented us as Mr. and Mrs. Steve and Sue Sharp. We stepped down from the stand then walked back down the aisle to the bar where there were two glasses of champagne waiting for us. Sue and I picked them up, we both said, "I love you, then we chugged them.

The crowd was milling already so we made our way to the front and stood in a crude reception line. All those people we knew from our jobs, from our biker acquaintances, our neighbors all came up and shook our hands congratulating us. It was funny to be shaking hands and hugging a bike club president one second and then getting a hug from a cop with his arm in a sling the next. Even Star and DeDe were there congratulating us, giving both of us chaste kisses.

The deed was done.

Chairs were moved to be around tables as the caterer set up his food. The bar was really busy while the band played some light rock stuff as background.

As the evening wore on, everyone ate, drank lots of everything and mostly stood around and talked. I saw several people dancing including Abe and Alice and Glenda and Martin. Even Jim and Hanna were dancing next to Hap and his woman, wife, whatever she was.

Sue and I had the first dance before we cut the cake without stuffing it in each other's mouth. We served cake till it was almost gone and the caterer passed out plastic champagne glasses to everyone.

First Ben toasted us, then a procession of Tiny, Charlie, Jim, even Hap. It was quite a toast. After that, folks snacked on the caterer's big sandwich tray he had set out and drank more of everything.

It was funny, around ten-thirty, one minute the place was packed, the next the caterer was cleaning up, the band was packing up and only our group was left. Martin and Glenda said they were worn out and were going to bed.

I walked among the catering staff and gave each of them a big bill for a tip. I tipped the band thanking them for the great job then went back to our group who was lounging on the patio.

Sue came over and whispered something in my ear. I nodded agreement then Sue announced, "Who's up for a few minutes relaxation in the hot tub."

All of our friends looked at us surprised, and then they smiled and said they would meet us back at the patio in five.

Sue and I changed into our terry cloth robes then loaded some cans of beer and soda in a sack and went out to the patio. The caterer and the band were gone. We locked up and met the rest of the group to walk to the hot tub.

When we got in we all had something to drink and just sat, enjoying the bubbles while we discussed the exciting day. The whole time we were doing this Sue had her hand stroking me under water as I had a hand over her shoulder playing with a nipple.

Sue stood up in the tub, "Okay, this is my night to party. First I want to thank Tiny then I'm going to make my way through the rest until I get to my new husband and then we are going to really get down."

Shawna said, "No, no. It's not going to happen that way. First you're going to give yourself to your husband and then you can thank the guys while we congratulate the groom. Now get up here," Shawna patted the platform, "and prepare to get fucked." Shawna thought for a second and corrected herself, "I mean be made love too."

The girls dragged Sue to the side of the tub with the platform and laid her back. Two of them were instantly sucking on her giant nipples while Ruth dove between her legs. I know what that does to her. Watching them attack her had me ready.

Ruth raised her head and waved me over, "She's ready, show her how much you love her. Make her yours."

I started to slide in slowly but Sue arched her back sinking me completely into her. She didn't want slow, she wanted to be fucked.

The two girls were still sucking on her nipples so her pussy was going wild squeezing me. We kept that up until Sue let out a medium loud scream then lay back with her eyes closed. My juices were shooting up into her at that moment so I was frozen too.

Sue opened her eyes, smiled at me, mouthed, "I love you" then pulled me down to kiss her. When I raised up, Hanna pulled me back, pulling me from inside Sue and pointed at Sue's pussy with my stuff oozing out, "Now that's marital consummation."

Hanna pushed me aside and dove between Sue's legs sucking out what I had put in. Charlie picked her up pulling her face from Sue who was having another big orgasm, Hanna exclaimed, "I love that stuff, from the spout or second hand, I just love that stuff."

Ruth had locked her lips on my dick as it tried to shrink. She sucked it right back to stiffness and said to follow her. She bent over at the waist and set me at her portal. She was hot and wet as I had little trouble getting deep into her. I fucked her hard till she couldn't hold herself up any longer. When I pulled out Shawna said she was next climbing up onto me and squirming down on my dick. She fucked like a mad woman until she couldn't come any more.

Meanwhile the three guys were all over Sue. Charlie was jammed up into her stroking her with his fat one while Sue alternated sucking first Tiny then turning her head to suck Jim. It was very erotic to watch my new wife getting it from my three friends.

Hanna had hold of my dick saying, "This long prick is mine now, it's my turn, I wish we had some lube cause I want you to try to fuck my ass but my pussy will do. Come over here and fuck me like you did your new wife.

Hanna lay down on the platform and I worked myself into her. I pulled back out and went down on her, teasing her into a good come then re-entered her to really go to town. As she was coming again I said I was close. She pushed me off her and plunged me into her mouth. This tiny girl could suck cock. She swallowed until she had all of me in her mouth and throat and almost my balls too. She kept jamming me into her throat till her lips were in my public hair with her tongue licking my balls.

That did it, the idea that this little snippet of a girl could get me completely down her throat and be able to suck my balls at the same time was too much. I told her I was coming and she pulled her mouth to just hold the head in her mouth while she pumped me with her hand. I unloaded a ton of juice. I could feel heavy squirts leave the head of my dick.

When I was going soft, Hanna climbed up me and gave me a passionate spermy kiss saying I tasted the best.

I looked down at my wife, lying there with three guys sitting in the water, tuckered out. White goo was dripping from her pussy, more was streaked on her face with some draining from the side of her mouth and several large globs of man stuff was on her upper tits and her neck.

Ruth was on her back with Shawna reversed on her as they brought each other to one orgasm after another.

Hanna saw the condition my of my new wife and dove for her pussy. When she finished there, she licked up the juices on her face, French kissing Sue to get as much from her mouth as she could. She finished with Sue by licking up the juices on her breasts and neck. With a final kiss to Sue's lips Hanna waved, "She's all yours again. She's all cleaned up."

We all had another beer, being very lethargic. Ruth said that she was happy Sue didn't want to stop fooling around now that she was married.

Sue said, "I love all you guys, so much it hurts. But I love this guy the most, forever."

She looked around and added, "I need to make love to all you guys all the time because that's what we should do. The only time we won't is when Steve and I are making babies then at least the first one is going to be just his. The second or third, maybe I'll have a group kid." Sue smiled and winked at me silently telling me all our kids would be mine.

That brought a chuckle. We finished our beer and walked home separating to go our individual ways. Sue and I got into bed and snuggled together with her holding my head to her breasts. That didn't calm me down at all.

One of her big nipples was right in front of my face so it naturally was sucked into my mouth.

"Oh, you're doing it to me again," Sue moaned.

"For the rest of your life, love, for the rest of your life."

Sue turned around sucking me into her mouth while I licked up her pussy to flip her protruding clit, making her jump.

When I was rock hard again, Sue turned back around and sat up on me, sliding her pussy onto me until she hit bottom. She rocked slowly up and down enjoying the depth as she sat on me each time. I turned her over so I could be on top. We continued to love on each other till my juices were bubbling, ready to shoot.

We locked our lips to each other. Sue wrapped her arms and legs around me then we came. Her pussy was clutching me tight, what juices I could make in that short time were shooting up into her giving each other ourselves, in love and marriage.

We slept in the wet spot on our wedding night.



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Chapter 32



Day Thirty-two - Thursday - Day one of our new life

The phone was ringing. I didn't even realize we had hooked it up.

The phone was still ringing.

I slipped out of bed looking at the clock, five-thirty.

"Hello."

"Steve, I'm glad you're up. This is Gene and I really need your help. I heard you were not going on a honeymoon, so I knew you were going to be in town."

"Gene, it's five thirty in the morning. Couldn't this wait till, oh, I don't know, maybe seven?"

"No, no, it can't wait Steve, I've been up all night waiting to call you and I couldn't wait another minute."

"Okay, what's up?"

"Last night my whole team was practicing out at the Lakeland track. Two of them got tangled up and damn near killed each other. Their cars are both gone, destroyed. I have to have two frames today to get in Sunday's race. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

"Can't you use the new stainless steel frame?"

"NASCAR isn't done testing it, and they won't let me race the car that's built on the new frame until they are done."

"Okay, I'll be over about eight and we'll work on getting you fixed up. It might be really late tonight to get two done."

"Whatever it takes, Steve, whatever it takes."

When I went back to the bedroom, Sue was sitting up with a concerned look on her face. The clock on the headboard now said quarter to six.

I explained what the deal was as I crawled into bed to give her a kiss this first morning of our marriage, the first morning of our new life.

She said, "I guess we better get going. It's going to be a great way to start our new life, our marriage, our partnership."

I started coffee, we showered, and dressed in our coveralls. I went outside and turned on the light, then came back for a cup. Sue was busily making sandwiches from the leftover sandwich stuff the caterer had left over from the day before. I asked her how many she was going to make. She said she would probably eat two, and she knew I would need at least four, as it was going to be a long day.

She smiled at me saying, "Besides, if we don't leave to go get lunch, we'll pick up at least a half hour."

I nodded agreement and went out to get the cooler I had bought for beer. I filled it up with ice from our new ice-making refrigerator and put a bunch of Diet Coke in it. I didn't particularly care for Diet Coke, but it was what we had.

Sue had a big thermos, filled it up from the coffee pot, and then started another pot. She went out to the patio to join our friends who were gathering. I put the cooler and the thermos in the pickup, then came back to join the group.

When they heard what the deal was, they understood why we were early and ready to get going. I gave out some extra keys we had, giving one to each household, telling them to enjoy the coffee as we needed to hit the road early.

We drove to the storage place to swap trucks. I checked the supplies on the big truck before we left for Gene's. On the way there, we stopped at a Burger King for a couple of sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit sandwiches to give us some energy to get started.

When we arrived at Gene's at seven-fifteen, he came out to greet us and thank us for doing this for him. He congratulated us again on our wedding and complimented us for the great party we had.

He had already trucked over two sets of tubes and plates. We tacked up the blueprint and set up all the equipment, including dual arc welders.

In well-practiced moves we measured, cut, and bent pipe for a solid hour and ten minutes. We re-measured making sure each piece was marked correctly. Two cars cut and bent.

Next we began tacking the front and rear sections then jointly doing the center cage, and then finally setting everything up on stands and tacking the parts together. That took a little over an hour. We measured and gauged, measured again, then assured we were correct, we both started welding. This time we were completely done with the welding in a little less than an hour.

Because Sue's welds were getting smoother, we were done cleaning up welds and drilling holes in another hour.

Four and a half-hours for the first one, a new record time for us. As soon as we stood back and looked at the frame, before we could re-measure and gauge one last time, Gene had his guys pushing the frame to his other shop.

We stopped for lunch relaxing for fifteen minutes. Sue was making a list of the grinding bits we needed to replace, as we had been doing a lot of work.

We took a deep breath and started on the second frame. Right at three hours later, we stood back and looked at it. We re-measured lengths and angles, checking the holes I drilled, until we knew it was exact. We pushed the finished frame into the working part of the garage. Gene came up and asked, "How did you do that so fast, that's an hour faster than the other one?"

"When we cut up the first one, we did both at the same time so this one didn't take the extra set up time," I said. "Now Sue here is getting better and faster at this everyday. I don't think we can beat an average of three and a half hours, ever."

"Write up your invoice for me right now, I can't tell you how much you've saved our bacon. Tell you what, I want to order two more right now. Do them now, tomorrow, or as soon as you can, but I want them on the shelf as insurance."

Sue motioned for me to step aside, "How about let's work straight through and do the two more. If we work at it ten, eleven at the latest, we can get it done. We have enough supplies to do it, why not try since we are mentally ready to do it."

"A girl after my own heart," I said.

"I already have it," she smiled.

I told Gene that if he would get me the tubing we would do the other two right then. He nodded, and had a guy running.

We started again in the exact same order, but even more efficient. We were done with the prep right at fifty minutes.

We started tacking and finished in under an hour. Next we finished the welds and did the double-checking, then pushed the finished frame to the side. Completed in less than three hours. That was really fast.

We stopped and ate. I was glad she made me two sandwiches for lunch and two for supper, as I was starved.

Even though we were getting tired, we were inspired by the speed we were working at. Two hours later, we pushed the second frame next to the other and began cleaning up. When our equipment was put away and Gene's shop cleaned up, we made out the invoice for sixteen thousand and went to find him.

Gene looked at his watch, it was going on eight thirty, "Wow, I know you're done because I keep coming in to watch you two work. You're a team, you really cook."

He was looking at us and said, "If I had to have those done by the other shop, they would have screwed around till Saturday doing them and we would miss the race. They would have done only one, you guys did four today. Amazing. Thank you both for your efforts."

Gene looked at the invoice and said he would be right back. He came back with the check and gave it to me folded in half. I put it into the breast pocket of my coveralls and thanked Gene for his business, saying I hoped he would get permission to use the stainless frames.

He reminded me to call the other team owner, as he needed help.

When we got to the storage place and put the cover over the big truck, Sue pulled the check out of my breast pocket, saying she wanted to make sure we didn't wash it. I was putting the cooler into the pickup bed when Sue whooped real loud.

"What's that about?" I asked.

Sue exclaimed, "Gene made us a nice day; he wrote us a check for twenty grand."

"He's paying us too much as it is," I said. "We should be doing these frames for a max of two each, at our speed we could do them for less."

Sue said, "We can in the future, but right now, we are going to bank this and call the next guy. The slow shop set the price, or a shop up north did, but we're going to enjoy it while we can."

We drove home excited; excited about our joint accomplishment today, excited about having made twenty grand, and still excited that this was the first day of our new life together. After a shower, we sat out on the patio with Charlie and Jim having a beer. Sue fixed us some TV dinners before we went in and crashed. We only had energy for some kisses.



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Chapter 33



Day Thirty-three - Friday - Day Two of a new life

Oh man, that feels good, so very, very, good. My dream had me lying on my back being ridden by a beautiful, sexy, woman. Her pussy was so tight, and it felt so good. I was going to come but didn't want to yet, as it was feeling too good for it to stop. I didn't want to come.

Trying so hard not to come woke me. I opened my eyes to see my new wife firmly sheathed on me, riding up and down with her head and hair hanging over me, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent orgasmic scream. That was more than I could take. My juices shot up into her, making her eyes pop open to see me watching her.

She smiled that beautiful Sue smile, and leaned down to kiss me long and passionately. When she had lay down, resting her head on my chest, she said, "You know, yesterday was the first day that we haven't made love since we've met, and to think it was our first day of marriage."

"You just made up for it love. That was intense. I was dreaming of you riding me and thought I was going to have a wet dream. I woke to find you coming and that set me off with you."

Sue was kissing my chest, "We did a good job yesterday. Hope we can repeat that type of effort again. How many couples can start off the first day of a marriage with a twenty thousand-dollar bonus? How many couples can start a marriage debt free? I have a decent chunk in the bank, and you have been depositing some nice checks. Your pocket money should be just about gone by now, because I know you took out a bunch for the house and the wedding. We are fixed."

I glanced at the clock and saw it was approaching six and suggested, "Let's get a shower and make coffee. We both have some catching up to do on paper work."

We got out of bed, brushed our teeth and mouths, along with some serious playing in the shower, ending with Sue lying on the floor of the shower as I pounded into her, delivering the second load of this new morning.

Sue wore a sexy, near see-through robe while I wore the traditional shorts and T-shirt to make coffee and greet the new day and our friends. Sue whipped up a batch of biscuits so I put out the butter and honey.

Out on the patio, I turned on the light to see the smiling faces of Tiny and Ruth. She had on one of her transparent robes that let you see her full size nipples. The bush was bare, as she was scooted down in her chair with her feet on the edge, with her legs open and the robe on her lap, imitating Shawna.

I looked at Tiny, "I think you're being offered breakfast."

"I've already had breakfast. If you look closely some of the gravy is drooling out of the place where I ate. I left a tip," Tiny bragged.

Shawna and Hanna came from Shawna's place. They looked tired. When Sue came out of the house with a big platter of biscuits, Hanna said, "We need food, sustenance, and energy."

Shawna yawned and said, "When we got back from the hot tub last night, Jim and Hanna stopped by for a drink. We continued playing almost all night long. The guys flaked out about two but..."

Hanna picked up from Shawna, "But the two us of kept snacking and playing till probably four."

"What's worse," Shawna was telling us "is I'm still horny. Damn, if you could just line 'em up, I would take 'em on."

"You're just a slut, Shawna," Hanna smiled.

"No worse than you, you nasty cunted little bitch," replied Shawna.

"My, my, you two are little potty mouths this morning," Glenda said with a smile. "It looks like we did in our three guys last night. Mine is still sawing logs in there."

Charlie and Jim finally straggled over to join us for coffee, and then Martin came out and shuffled over with his mug to sit with Glenda.

Charlie said, "You need to come by and pick up your shovel, it's done. You have a bill with Jan; the rest is our wedding present. Shawna's pretty proud of this one. Nobody's ever gonna believe a chick designed, built, and painted this one. You're gonna shit when you see it."

Shawna was smiling, with obvious pride of the finished product we had yet to see. Sue and I said we would come by this afternoon to bring it home.

I asked Martin if he could get someone to put up an awning over the little patio on the little trailer, and to have one of those small aluminum sheds put at the end of the patio like the one I had. I was telling Martin I wanted to build a bigger shed, with more workspace, and to put a carport on the other side of our house for Sue's car. Martin said he would get some prices for me.

Sue asked Glenda if she could help her decorate our new place. She had some ideas, but she needed Glenda and Ruth to help her with curtains, where they were needed, and some possible furniture, too.

When breakfast broke up, Sue, Glenda, and Ruth went into the house to make a list of what they wanted to do. I told Sue I was going to Wal-Mart for a desk and chair.

It took me a quick look to see that I wasn't going to get what I needed at Wal-Mart so I went next door to Staples and found just the desk for me, along with a comfortable looking chair. I bought a couple of two-line phones for the house and headed home.

The two guys that had helped me previously were able to manhandle the new desk through the office's outside entrance and put it in place. I gave them each a twenty with a promise of a possible job opportunity soon.

I called the telephone company and ordered Sue's telephone line relocated to be a second line in our new place. That had slipped both of our minds before. I asked if they had any kind of fast Internet service and they offered DSL, but that was not an always on technology.

My next shot was the cable company, who had something called Roadrunner, that was supposed to be a very fast Internet service and always on. It wasn't bad for the price, and Sue and I could use the Internet at the same time, making it actually cheaper than dialup accounts.

I setup my desk, turned on my PC, and entered our activity. While I was working, I had a tingle of a thought, how about S&S Welding, S&S Manufacturing, or S&S Engineering, for our company name. You know, Sue and Steve, or Steve and Sue. The S&S would be a rip off of the S&S motorcycle parts people but then it would be just us, locally. I would talk to Sue about it.

I looked for and found the notes from Gene about the people to call for work. The man was happy that I called and said he wanted to order four frames from us, with two to be delivered ASAP, and two within two weeks at the latest. I told him I would have to have his blueprints and order materials.

"Go ahead and order your materials to be fast freight, or overnight if you can, because I need them really bad," he said, sounding stressed.

I asked him if he had e-mail and replied that he did, so I asked him to send me a Purchase Order for the price he had been paying.

"You mean I can't get the same deal as Gene. Gene said he was getting the frames done to spec for five grand. Can't I get them for that," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I assumed you were getting them for that or less already. Sure, we'll do it for that. Where should we deliver them," I asked.

There was a pause, "Tell you what, as soon as you're getting close to being done, call me and I'll send a truck to pick them up. We're in Lakeland and this will save you the delivery time."

"Sounds good, now how are you going to get me your blueprints?" I asked again.

"Don't you have Gene's NASCAR specifications and prints? Or does he only lend them to you while you're working on them," he asked.

"Are they the same, yours and his?"

"Everyone in NASCAR uses the exact same frame for each model car built with the exact same materials. That's the rule, even the gauge of the sheet metal is specified," he paused a second "when do you think you'll have my first two?"

"How about tomorrow afternoon, after three."

"You sure you can do both by then? You going to work all night for me?"

"Whatever it takes, just bring money."

"No problem I'll have a check for you. I'd appreciate a receipt if you would. Give me your shop's address and we will be there."

He took down the address then added, "Thanks for taking me on as a customer. Most outfits like yours don't want to work with many teams. If it gets out you're willing to produce quality work for any of us, you'll be doing emergency work all the time."

When he hung up, I took my notes for quantity of tubing for one car then multiplied it by ten. As an added thought, I checked the print for the sheet metal. It had a material list so I wrote down the materials for two units thinking that I was going to try something. I called the steel company prepared to argue about shipping. When I told them the quantities and the timing, they thought I was crazy. I need two groups of materials instantly, and two more overnight. The last six could be three day freight, but I wanted it at the shop as fast as possible.

Guessing that I might be able to ask a favor of Gene, I called him and asked him if I could borrow two sets of tubing, as his friend was as desperate as he had been. I told him that I had ordered replacements and would have them available no later than late Monday. He said to come get the materials. He would have his guy separate it, thanking me again for getting him taken care of so fast.

I told Sue what the deal was and asked her if she wanted to do it tonight or do it in the morning. She said for me to get the steel and we would work at the shop in the morning and get them done. She said we could get a real early start and see if we could do two before lunch. She told me to take her list of needed supplies and to make sure we had the grinding equipment.

Gene was happy to see me and immediately had his men load the pickup. He showed me the two cars that were ready to be loaded onto the big trailers, saying they were going to be able to test them as soon as they got to the track.

As an afterthought, I asked Gene if he had a print for the sheet metal that I could have, as I thought I might experiment. He asked what model I wanted, Chevy, Ford, or Dodge. I said I wanted to try a Chevy first as he could evaluate that better than the others. He handed me two prints, along with another frame print, telling me to just keep them coming.

Back at the shop I unloaded the materials, and while Abe was listening, I called the supply house to see if he wanted another big unit at the new price Abe had given me. He said to bring it down and he would have a customer on site to probably haul it away. Abe put on his Onan shirt and we hauled the rebuilt unit to the supply house.

While Abe was demonstrating how new the unit was, I was at the counter buying the supplies I needed. The counter man took my sales tax number, so I didn't have to pay tax this time, and then pulled the supplies from stock. It took two hand truck loads to get everything out to the truck.

Abe and the supply house customer were shaking hands when I came out, so I figured we had a sale. Abe was grinning real big when the owner came out with the check. It was for eighteen thousand, not the fifteen Abe had said.

When we got into the truck, Abe said to pay him his usual commission, plus the extra three grand, and that the difference was for an additional year's warranty. He said unless the guy ran the thing twenty-four hours a day for the next two years, that was the easiest three grand he ever made. I laughed. Abe never ceased to amaze me. He said the supply house guy was ready for the next one as soon as Abe was done with it. Abe said it should be ready by next Friday, depending on how many side jobs he was getting.

I unloaded my supplies and setup the shop so Sue and I could start as soon as soon as we got there in the morning. I was very glad that I had saved the extra arc welders as they now cut the welding time to almost half.

The bank was next, then home to pick up Sue and get the bike from Jan and Dell's.

When we drove up to the shop, Jan had her new dirt drag bike out front. It looked good, ready to race. I had seen pictures of Jan in her racing leathers, and could imagine the ruckus she caused strutting among a bunch of horny bikers. I bet that was a sight.

I walked through the store, saying hi to Jan, while Dell was talking to a customer, trying to sell a bike. In the back, Charlie was working on one bike on a raised stand, while Shawna was at the bench working on a transmission. When they saw us, they both stopped and gave us greasy hugs, genuinely happy to see us.

Shawna said, "Go up front and pay Jan so you don't forget. She'll be happy to have that bill paid."

When I went back up to the counter, Jan had three pieces of paper clipped together with an adding machine tape. She smiled at me, "I think Shawna included every type of doo-dad she could find in the store, or get from a catalog, for you. That sled is a show winner; I wish we had it for sale out front.

The bill was big, very big. It was almost three times what I paid for the bike, and that was with the very big twenty percent discount Jan had listed. I gave Jan my personal credit card and she happily processed it, thanking me for my business.

Back in the shop, while folding up the sheets of paper listing the new parts, I saw a covered up bike by the door with the Charlie, Shawna, and Sue standing around it.

Charlie said, "Man, you're gonna like this, it is awesome."

Shawna agreed, "This is my best work for our best friends. You have a pile of parts for the next swap meet or you can let us try to sell them, as we always have folks looking for used parts."

"Let us tell you what all she did to your bike before you look at it. She did a great job," Charlie said.

"I did it all. I stripped it down and powder coated the frame as well as all of the exposed motor and tranny parts in a matching color. I rebuilt the motor, which needed it, and the top end that someone had done recently, but without alloy seats and valves. They are done correctly now. I didn't want to go to the 110-inch kit, but had to take it up to at least 98 cubes. I put in a new stator to keep your power up and I rebuilt and chromed your S&S carb. You now have new tuned pipes and I chromed anything that needed or didn't need it. I gotcha' some new wheels. They are slick, no tuning the spokes, but they do have to be balanced. Then I tricked it out with some of the fancy accessories like chrome shielded cables and gas lines, chrome machined grips, and a new light bar with some of the bright road lights that are now available. I gotcha a set of case guards that may be one of kind, made special by a California guy I know.

For your riding comfort, you have a new seat that is so nice your ass will fall in love with it. It's one of those two stage seats, high and low, so your new wife has a place to sit comfortably, plus a small sissy bar to keep her cute butt from sliding off when you gun it.

Shawna and Charlie, who were standing behind the bike and Shawna lifted the cover off with flair.

The 1980 Harley Davidson FLH didn't remotely resemble the beater I bought in Miami. It was dazzling. The unique paint came alive in the light of the shop with the gold and silver sparkling figures almost seeming to move. I looked over every inch of the bike. It was so beautiful that it was one of those times when you want to touch it, but felt like you would mess it up if you did.

Shawna had not missed a detail in putting the finishing touches on. Even a tie wrap holding some wire together was chrome. The tire air valves had little chrome balls for caps, highlighting the brushed aluminum wheels that had swirl cut-outs, making the bike look like it was moving even though it was on a fancy new wide kick stand.

A change I didn't know whether I would like or not was the addition of footboards. I didn't know whether I wanted footboards on a street bike that was used for short distances. But even these were something special, with unique twisted metal accenting the outside. These matched the fancy case guards with the flip down foot pegs. I had never seen twisted metal tubing fashioned into case guards before.

As I looked over the dash, I realized Shawna had painted the face of the speedometer to match the tanks. The paint scheme flowed through the instrument as if it were part of the sheet metal. She had put raised chrome numbers on it so it was still useful, but that touch was really something special.

Shawna came up beside me and said, "Fork it. This ain't a lookin' at bike, this is a ridin' bike. This is to show off wherever you go. Wait till you ride it, hold on to your socks, it's gonna blow 'em off." Charlie was grinning, "Get it out of here, it's taking up too much room. Enjoy the ride home."

I wheeled the bike outside, still apprehensive about touching such a beautiful piece of work. Sue said she would go to the grocery store on the way home and meet me in about thirty minutes.

Charlie told Shawna, you better get your helmet and go with him to make sure it rides as nice as it looks. "Besides, you built it, you should get a ride on it." Sue told Shawna to take care of me before driving off in the pickup to do some shopping.

I made sure the bike was in neutral, turned on the gas, and hit the starter button. It caught instantly, giving out the hearty putt, putt putta, putta, putt, telling you it was an enlarged V-twin.

I thought, "Oh shit," I didn't bring my helmet, and was going to go back inside to buy another when a grinning Shawna handed me a new half shell, painted with the same scheme as the bike, but the swirls were all silver to match the males on the sheet metal. She had another in her hand, painted similar with gold flames to match the females. We put the small helmets on then mounted.

As I eased out of the parking lot, Shawna said to see what it would do, so I twisted the throttle just a little. The front end on the new bike didn't rise from the ground but lifted noticeably. At the same time, the big motor blasted out a new hard cadence, announcing its power.

Then there was the g-force of the rapid acceleration, totally awesome. The instant speed made me want to twist the throttle even more. Hallelujah, there was hardly any traffic as I glanced down to see that I was already passing ninety. Shawna knew how the adrenaline was affecting me as she had her hand wrapped around my hard dick on the outside of my pants, screaming the scream of a wanton biker bitch speed freak.

We rode up Florida, which turns into 41, past Lutz and Land O' Lakes, then about a mile or two past 54, we made a U-turn and rode back a lot slower. We had to stop at the light at 54 in Land of Lakes. A guy on my left in a pickup yelled out the window, "Awesome bike."

When we pulled in at home, Sue was parking the pickup with several bags from the store visible in the pickup's bed. I set the bike on the patio pad next to the shed and helped Sue carry in the groceries. Shawna checked over the bike and came inside to give Sue her new hat saying, "This is for that bike and that bike only. Note how your shell has gold flames and Steve's has Silver."

After handing the new helmet to Sue, Shawna stretched and said, "The first time you ride that thing, you better put a pad in your panties, I'm so wet right now I'm floating. I almost attacked your ole' man from just that short ride."

"You need us to take you in the bedroom and help you out?" Sue asked smiling.

"Either one or both would be fine with me, but I best wait for Charlie, he knows how I get when I ride on one of my creations. Trust me, he'll be along in a minute. I'm going home for a quick shower so I can be naked and spread out when he comes in the door."

Shawna left and Sue and I were putting stuff away. Sue wanted a hug and a kiss asking, "That exciting huh? Going to take me for a ride later?"

"I don't think we'll have a choice. Shawna wants to show off her work to everyone. Did you see the little writing on the rear of the right tank? Its painted in scroll, 'Created by Shawna.'"

"Where all will we go?"

"Probably the usual, but I'm not sure about the clubhouse. Non-members don't go there uninvited."

We cleaned up and put on our patio shorts and tops. While Sue worked on some vegetables, I fired up the grill, and came back into the kitchen to hug Sue from behind, and play under her halter with the bottoms of her party balloons. Let me take a second to re-describe Sue. First she isn't very tall, probably five one and a half or five two, tops. Who knows how much she weighs, but if she were a B-cup she would be a hundred to a hundred five pounds, not big at all. Looking at her from the back, you are treated to a very nice bubble butt that would make any butt lover drool. She has a nice shape, with a narrow waist that flares into her luscious butt with nice hips, a true hourglass shape. From the back, she probably has wider shoulders than you would think of as the sexiest babe in town, but turn her around and then you know why she has to have those broad shoulders.

From the front if you start at the bottom, at her rather dainty size five feet, working up her nicely muscled legs, you realize this babe works out. The scars on her one leg are faint from the cosmetic surgeries, but they are there none the less. Without clothes, you are treated to a dark redish brown pubic mound that is trimmed to be tiny bikini safe. Sue has the cutest belly button, an innee, that draws you to kiss it and to stick your tongue in it.

Lets jump up to her head. Sue has the softest expression you could imagine. Her thick sun bleached auburn hair frames her face that smiles from that frame. Her eyes are a sparkly dark brown, almost red, fascinating. She has a smallish nose over a fairly wide mouth with thicker lips than most. Sue's teeth look perfect, but then they are a perfect set of dentures that she shows frequently, with a smile over a firm almost square chin that has a dimple in the center.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I spend too much time just gazing at her.

Now comes the frontal focal point, her boobs, breasts, bazooms, or what ever name you have heard for some big ones. Sue's are big, almost comical, on her small frame. They are not shaped like most large breasts. Her breasts are not conical; they are like two large balloons stuck on her chest. Like I said, almost like a cartoon character. They are huge, fascinating, captivating, and you want to bury your face in them. But then the two bulbous breasts are capped with twin towers, nipples that swell from the outer areola out to the beginning of the nipple that then sticks out even further. In her nipples relaxed state they are fat, almost half-inch long rubbery bumps on the end of her raised areola. Excited, they are almost three-quarters of an inch of rigid, sensitive tips of her gorgeous breasts.

That's why I was in the kitchen, hugging her from behind, kissing her neck, and caressing the large undersides of her balloons. Who could blame me?

Folks were showing up outside, pouring beer, laughing, joking, oohing and aahing over the bike parked on the patio. Jim was saying he went over to Charlie's but didn't knock when he heard Charlie grunting and Shawna near screaming. Hanna was saying that Shawna got all the luck.

We had a nice dinner, with the anticipation of a ride after the cleanup. Sue and I put on our riding clothes and got our helmets ready. I always thought that matching painted helmets were a little Twinkie looking, but with a bike as hot as this one, they looked right.

Charlie said we were supposed to stop by the clubhouse to show off the bike before we went on. Charlie told me to lead, as the bike was definitely a parade leader. It took us twenty minutes to get parked behind the fence. The gate guard waved me into the back yard with the bike. Highly unusual, as the club never let bikes stumble over in their social area.

Hap was waiting for us with a big grin. As I put the kickstand down, a prospect slid a piece of wood under the stand so it wouldn't sink into the ground. We were mobbed before we could get off the bike. We pulled our helmets off and set them on the seat so people could get an idea of how the helmets and the paint job matched the sex of the riders.

Hap spent a long time going over everything then went over to Shawna and brought her back to the bike pointing to her signature, "Damn girl, this is the most erotic, most beautiful piece of machinery I've ever seen. You did yourself and everyone around you, proud."

After a quick beer with the club, we were ready to continue showing off the bike. Hap came over to Sue and I as we were getting ready to ride, "You know, you riding this thing has you another notch over most guys. A guy, who isn't a real biker, would set this thing in a showcase to look at. You're riding it, showing everyone it's a real Harley." He gave a half salute, "Enjoy."

At Jim's, Sue, for once, wasn't deluged with bug-eyed guys trying to get a better look at her cleavage. This time the bike was the centerpiece. The girls were out tracing the different painted flame couples in their various positions, while the guys were looking it over inch by inch commenting about something new they found. Sue and I spent a couple of beers worth of time pointing to Shawna's signature. That earned Charlie and Shawna several free beers. Denise was beside herself, "I gave up riding that for a cop? Damn, I need my head examined."

Shawna had brought her cards with her and passed them out to those who said they wanted something as nice.

Next stop was across the causeway to the Crab Shack. We went through the same scene, receiving free beer as we were telling people about the bike. Shawna was drunk, not inebriated on booze, but drunk with pride and the accolades.

We three rolled back to Tampa, enjoying the sweet songs of our motors echoing off bridge rails and buildings. We pulled into the park as quietly as possible, to put our bikes away and traded our clothes for our robes and flip-flops to go to the hot tub.

Tiny and Ruth joined us with news that they had a couple come look at, and were interested, in Sue's place. That put a smile on Sue's face while her hand was busy under the water. We four couples were being talkative and playful, joking that we had become real life swingers. The girls were suggesting names for our group, such as Trailer Tramps and the like. As usual, we degenerated into some group groping, depositing donations of our DNA with someone other than our spouses.

Back at home, Sue wanted us to take a shower before bed, which became almost a fuckfest in the water. I didn't come again there, but after the oral loving that Sue had been looking forward to, we made love till I filled her to overflowing while she squirmed and moaned under me.

We fell asleep in each other's arms discussing who would get up for a towel.



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Chapter 34



Day Thirty-four - Saturday

I woke up being smothered again. I was face first between Sue's breasts, being hugged tightly as she dreamt of some clutching situation. I was able to turn my face enough to breathe. In the process, my mouth came close to one of her now erect nipples. I rose up just enough to suck one into my mouth.

I know this is a throw back to wanting to nurse my mommy. I know it's kind of childish to love to play with two joyfully full breasts, but Sue seems to like it, and I sure love to please Sue.

I was lying between Sue's legs, bent enough that my morning erection was banging on the door to heaven. I didn't have to knock very hard or very long. As Sue pulled me onto her fat nipple harder, her pussy opened and she/it literally sucked me into her, causing her to give out a very erotic groan.

A couple of minutes of slowly moving in and out of her and she pulled me on top of her, then pulled my face from her breast and to her lips for a kiss, beginning to move her hips faster in a driving fuck.

We didn't last long as we both sprung a leak with all the noise two healthy lovers can make ending with us still holding each other gasping for breath and murmuring, "I love you" to each other.

Without words, just mutual loving smiles, we kissed, pulled apart and went to the shower.

In the kitchen, Sue made sandwiches, while I made coffee and got the cooler ready so we would be prepared for a long day if it worked out that way.

We had the coffee ready and the patio light on at six-thirty, but the first guest didn't arrive until Glenda padded over, in her slippers and robe, near seven. Ruth and Tiny showed up next with a box of donuts, followed by Charlie and Shawna, then Jim and Hanna. Martin finally came to the table blushing so much that we all had to ask him what was up.

Martin just sat there blushing, as he glanced at Glenda. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then proudly bragged announcing that her man had royally done her in last night and then this morning, had promptly gone back to sleep after showing her he still had it in him to do her again for the second time in less than eight hours.

The crew all knew Sue and I were going to get an early start so the girls, except for Shawna who had to work, said they were going to work on some of their decorating ideas while we made money.

Sue and I opened the storage garage door at seven-fifty, by eight we were busily measuring tubing. We had everything measured, bent, tacked, and double-checked by ten-fifteen. After a short break, we both started welding all the joints, followed by exchanging frames then grinding and polishing joints, while inspecting the other's welds. We didn't finish by noon but we stood up smiling at the two completed frames at twelve-twenty.

I had called the Lakeland team owner about eleven saying we were running ahead of schedule so he could come anytime after noon for his equipment. He said he would be on his way as soon as he could hitch his trailer and round up his crew chief.

Sue and I had cleaned up the shop and were eating sandwiches about one, when the team owner showed up pulling a large trailer.

The owner and crew chief went over the frames very thoroughly using their own measuring equipment to confirm lengths, bends, and angles, checking them against the blueprint hanging on our wall. It took them thirty minutes to finally look up at us smiling.

"I didn't think you could produce two of these as fast as Gene said you could. What did you do, work all night for me?" the owner asked.

"No sir, we just got a real early start. Sue and I have these down to a production science now, so we are able to make two at a time almost as easily as making one," I said with an arm around Sue's shoulder.

The crew chief said, "Your work is as good as any I've seen. You do a nice job finishing the product. I noticed you drilled all the required holes, do you always do that, too?"

"Gene asked the same thing," I said smiling. "It seems to me that if I'm producing a frame for you, it ought to be complete. The holes are part of the spec. Whatever the spec says, that's what you get unless you'd rather do them yourself."

"Nope, keep on producing material like this for us and you have a steady customer. Wait till I tell some of the other crew chiefs about your work, you'll be getting some calls. Give me a bunch of your cards so I can pass them out," the crew chief said.

"We don't have any with us right now but when you pick up the other two frames; we'll have a bunch for you. We'll work out something for your referrals too."

We loaded the two frames onto their trailer, exchanged a receipt for the ten grand check, with a promise from him for his sales tax certificate number, then watched them roll away.

While Sue and I were watching him, I approached her, "I have a couple of ideas that might be a little too aggressive, but I think they are worth considering."

Sue turned to hug me, holding the ten thousand-dollar check out to look at it, "What's that babe?"

"I was thinking of hiring an additional welder to teach him how we do our work, so he could be building something in the shop while we are out at various sites doing custom work."

"Second, I thought we might try to make a frame here in the shop, then experiment making the sheet metal for a car. See how hard it is, see what it would take in time and materials, and see if we could create a way to make a raw body for a crew chief to just take and finish building the car. We would have to design some of the panels so they could be easily removed and replaced so they could do the interior work, but that shouldn't be too difficult. This would require a guy that knows sheet metal good enough to teach others and us."

"And last of all, how about us finding someone to make us an internet site, talking about our welding shop, our mobile custom welding ability, and maybe even our generator re-building shop."

I thought of one last thing, "Oh yeah, what do you think about S&S Enterprises? You know Sue and Steve?"

"Wow, honey, you have been doing some heavy duty daydreaming on this. Hiring employees is going to get expensive, you know. There is workman's comp insurance, along with additional liability insurance, and payroll taxes too. You're talking two people, do you think you could make their efforts pay?"

"That's why I'm talking about it, to see if it's doable, or just a day dream."

"Where would you get these two guys?" She paused a second then said, "I betcha I know, you want those two guys that helped move me and helped you with the desk. I heard one say he was a construction welder and the other said he was a construction sheet metal worker."

"You got it. That's who I was thinking of," I said, thinking that Sue didn't let much get by her.

Sue said, "Let's go home and call the insurance lady. Then you can go over and negotiate with those two guys. I'll go to work on our business card and hunt for a website programmer."

Then Sue looked at me asking, "This is going to mean an even bigger shop, isn't it? You already have three spaces, you'll need at least an open double for two more guys to work. Pretty soon you're going to have to look for your own building."

I smiled real big, "I know just the place, I'll show you on the way home."

As we drove home, I pulled off on a side street to show Sue the building that I had attended the auction at. There was a huge for sale sign lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be installed. I thought it was amazing that it was taking so long to get a sign up. Sue said the building was convenient to the park, even closer than the storage place, plus it looked big enough to do even more than we planned. The large fenced yard would be for all of our used generators and compressors. I made a note in my little book to call the number on the sign to see if the building was possibly available for lease.

I announced to Sue, "I guess it's a done deal, I'm not going back to work on the platforms and I'm not going back to work for the oil companies. I guess I should call my former employer Monday and tell them my vacation got out of hand. In just over a month, I've gotten married, bought a house, started a business, and made lots of friends."

Sue kidded me, "When you decide to stop vacationing and go back to work, you'll be a terror."

The telephone guy was working on the outside of our house while Martin watched him. There was also a cable guy inside putting in some kind of a thing he called a cable modem and router. He had both Sue's and my PCs open, installing a card, saying it was necessary for them to work on the internet.

I used my cell phone to call the insurance lady. When I explained what I was planning, she gave me some numbers to work with that she assured me would be over-estimates. She said I might consider some additional insurance on my equipment at the shop as well. I told her I would, and thanked her for being available on Saturday.

I walked over to the guy who was the welder. His name was Tom and his wife's name was Betty. They had only been married about six months and he explained to me in front of his blushing bride that they spent most of their time getting in or getting out bed.

I asked him about his welding school. He said it was only a year's course but had covered all the various types of welding, but very little hands on practice. He said the first job he got was in construction, so he had just continued doing that type of work.

After explaining to Tom what kind of welding I did and that I was thinking of hiring and training another precision custom welder, he became very excited, "Man, that's what I thought welding was really supposed to be about. I don't want to only do pick up things, where you are using a shovel one-minute and an arc-welder the next. I want to be creative, a metal artist."

We talked about what he had been making in construction and what he would be looking for if he had a regular job with mostly regular hours. Betty was very excited for Tom to be going back to work, especially if it was close by and with regular hours.

I went next door to see Al, the sheet metal guy. Al introduced me to his large wife, Joan. She was probably five six or seven but had to go better than two fifty, maybe even closer to three hundred pounds. Al and Joan were another young couple who looked like they had just gotten out of bed.

We talked about what he had been working at most recently for a while. When I asked how he got started in sheet metal, he said he learned it from his dad by working with him in a body shop. He said he had done a little custom work, helping his dad build some open wheel racecars, but mostly shaping and reforming car body parts. Al talked about a trade school he had gone to that had taught him some welding, but mostly sheet metal forming. He said he didn't see himself making gutters and store fronts for the rest of his life, so he was thinking of going back to school to learn how to be a good body man like his dad.

After explaining the idea I had, I told him I'd like to hire him to experiment with making body parts of racecars to some pretty rigid specifications. Al said storefronts had to be down to the sixteenth of an inch so he was used to working from prints and specs. I asked him for a list of equipment that he would need to do that type of work and some estimated prices: When he was done, to bring it and his wife over to the patio for a beer. He should also get Tom and Betty to come with him.

I left Al scurrying around looking for paper and pen to make the list.

Back on the patio with a beer, I suggested to Hanna to go get a large batch of hamburgers and buns along with some chicken wings and other munchies as we might have some guests. I explained about Tom, Al and their wives. Hanna and Glenda took off for the store with a list for a picnic meal.

Sue joined me on the patio with Martin and Tiny telling me how far she had gotten. She had designed our cards with only S&S Enterprises and no Inc., as that wasn't our corporate name. She had filed a d/b/a on line with the state so Steve Sharp Welding, Inc. was now doing business as S&S Enterprises. Sue said she had ordered them from Staples on line and they should be ready Monday morning. She said she also ordered work orders that could work as purchase orders and receipts.

"We need to call the caterer so his wife can take a bunch of pictures. I'm sure Gene will let us take some pictures at his place too. We'll take pictures of us using the big truck in our coveralls and a bunch of the inside of the shops. We won't take pictures of the outside of the shops because we might move. I've found a website programmer that writes in half a dozen languages and is just beginning to custom build sites for people. He said he could help on S&S and with my site. We should get a pretty good deal."

I called the caterer and explained what I needed. He said he would have his wife call and make an appointment with us to take some pictures.

The cable guy called us in to look at what he had done. When he showed us how fast the Internet was now, we were astounded. It seemed thousands of times faster than our dialup modems.

The telephone guy was done too, saying all of the house jacks would work on both phone lines now. He had hooked up the phones I had purchased, showing me that line one was mine and line two was Sue's.

Glenda and Hanna came back with loads of food. A big stack of hamburger patties, a huge box of wings, a gallon of potato salad, and a couple of big cans of baked beans, along with a bunch of veggies to munch on as well as lettuce, onions, and tomatoes for the hamburgers.

While I was working at the grill, putting wings on the fire, Charlie and Shawna rode in across the street. Before they could get cleaned up, Jim rode up saying he was going to get a shower and be right back. Pretty soon Charlie, Shawna, and Jim all joined us in having a beer.

Abe and Alice drove up in Abe's pickup and came onto the patio. Alice said that they had gone to a going out of business sale at a big warehouse store and that they had bought a ton of different things. Abe asked for the guys to come help him.

They unloaded two packages that had picnic tables printed on them and six smaller kits that had wooden yard chairs in them.

Alice explained these were in a big stack so she offered ten dollars to haul it all away and they took it.

Martin went into the shed and came back with tools. With Tiny and Abe helping, they had the two tables and all six chairs done in a half-hour, while still able to consume a few cups of beer.

Martin said we should paint them so they would be easier to clean off. Abe told me to bring home the little compressor and an extra paint gun I had. Abe knew more of what I had than I did.

Martin asked Charlie and Jim to come with him. They went to the other side of Martin's place and came back carrying a glider just like the one on the patio already. They put it next to the other one with Martin directing, "Abe, you and Alice sit in one, and Glenda and I will use the other. The thing was on sale at Wal-Mart so I got another so there would be more places to sit out here on the patio." Al, Tom, and their wives were tentatively approaching the patio. Al asked, "Are we interrupting?"

"No, no, come on and meet everyone," I said as I introduced each of the crew to the two couples. "Don't worry about trying to remember every one's name, you'll learn them if you stay around long enough. Come over here, have a seat at the little table and we'll talk. Who wants a beer? We also have some soda or iced tea if you want that instead."

All four took a beer, as their budgets probably didn't allow for that kind of luxury.

Al had the list I had asked for. He had written specific types of equipment, their names, and the manufacturers. He also had a list of the manufacturer addresses, as well as local suppliers that would have the equipment. He had a separate list with the individual pieces of equipment and the current list prices. He pointed at the prices and said a good businessman could get better numbers if they bargained.

Sue came out of the house with a pad of paper, a pen, and a handheld calculator for me. She knows how I think.

I worked on the numbers, including what I estimated to be the cost of the materials, and a much longer labor time than I figured we would really take, the insurances, the extra work space, then added in all the equipment costs at list. I showed Sue saying, "We could pay for this with about six frames. That's considering we never get paid for the finished product. I want to do it."

"Go for it, let's try it and see," Sue smiled then got up to tend the grill.

Looking at Tom and Al, I said, "I want to hire you both. I'll commit to both of you for one month. We'll work on a project I have. If it works out, you'll both have long term employment."

Both guys smiled and nodded. Their wives were wiggling in their seats from the excitement.

"One thing though," I began seriously, "I expect perfect work. I'll teach you my way of doing things and if you watch, listen, and learn you will not only try to do perfect work, you will do perfect work. I need your skills, but I also need your creativity, your minds, and your desire to do perfect work. Are you ready to do that?"

"Damn right," exclaimed Tom.

Al looked hesitant, "I've never been asked to do perfect work before. I don't know if I've ever done perfect work. What if I can't do it."

"Don't worry Al, you are obviously good at what you do, all you have to do is learn how I do things. I'm sure you'll do well. So, are both of you ready to start Monday?"

Both guys stood and stuck out their hands grinning broadly. Betty and Joan jumped up, kissed their husbands, then ran to me and kissed my cheeks on opposing sides. They were excited to have their husbands working again and especially excited to have them work near home.

Shawna hollered out, "Look out Sue, he's got a couple of more babes kissin' on him again."

Sue turned while at the grill saying, "I get firsts. You can only have some after I get mine. These other ladies may have something to say about that too."

Betty and Joan blushed, hugging the arms of their men.

"Relax, have some beer, the tap's right over there on that refrigerator looking thing," I said waving toward the box. "You're going to stay for supper with us. It's just burgers and wings, but there is a lot of it."

I took over the grill, cooking hamburger patties, while Sue, Hanna, and Shawna got out the condiments and the trimmings. They brought out a stack of plastic plates, knives, and forks, plus the potato salad and the now warm baked beans.

Sue and I were at one of the new picnic tables looking at the patio. There were seven couples on the patio eating, drinking, and enjoying each other. Sue looked at me and said softly, "You're quite the Pied Piper. You gonna gather many more? If you do, we're going to need a bigger patio."

"To me Sue, this is really neat. I was a bit of a loner in high school and in the military I didn't have much of a choice but to be a loner. You already know what I did working up in Alaska, out in Oklahoma, and down on the platforms, hardly having a close friend at all. All I did was work. Now look at this, ten of those folks are really close friends and those four kids are going to be good friends too. This really makes me happy." There was a roar from the entrance of the park, telling us that a group of Harley's was invading. Al and Tom looked like they were going to run so I went over to them and told them to sit, relax that they were among friends.

Hap and Bear came riding up with four other guys all carrying women with 'property of' vests. I met them as they dismounted asking them if they wanted to join us for beer, wings, and burgers.

Bear asked softly, "You serious, you got enough for all of us?"

"You betcha, for you two anytime, for your folks, of course, come on. Looks like Sue is already pouring cups for all of you."

Hap put his arm over my shoulder and said, "In this case I'm sure glad you're not a member, we get to get away from the compound and still have some fun."

When we came onto the patio, so Hap, Bear, and their entire group could get some food, I thought Tom was going to crawl under the table. Hap stopped, and went over to Tom and pulled him up from his chair. I was on my way to rescue Tom when Bear took hold of my arm while Hap threw his arms around Tom and said, "Damn it's good to see you bro, God where have you been?"

Hap's eyes actually looked as if they had tears in them. Tom still looking scared said, "I got married Hap, I been working and supporting my wife." It was obvious Betty was Tom's wife as she had a plastic fork watching to see if she needed to defend her husband.

Hap released Tom and hugged Betty, "What's your name darlin?' I'm Tom's big brother, the guy that raised him till he took off when he was seventeen. So tell me your name sweetheart, I'm your brother-in-law."

Betty smiled and told Hap her name. They all sat down, with Al and Joan moving out to a picnic table, to be immediately swarmed by the other bikers and their women. To Al and Joan's credit, they didn't act nervous, they rolled with the flow.

Bear spoke quietly, "You were gonna take him on, huh?"

I just looked at Bear sideways, not wanting to answer.

"Yeah, I know, you're just a fucking fearless fucking jarhead. We're all alike, never think, just defend. Semper Fi! Now, let me eat, then you gotta show me this piece of artwork you call a motorcycle that Hap's bragging about."

The two groups mixed well with the two older couples sitting in gliders. Hap and Tom were catching up on each other's lives while Bear was eating and watching over the group of bikers he had ridden in with.

He finally said it was time to look at this masterpiece so I pushed it out from the shed, setting it out in the sunlight so the metallic paint would sparkle.

Bear and the other bikers all looked at the bike, making comments as to how unique it was. One of the girls finally saw the flames for what they were, she gave an "Ooh" and covered her mouth with her hand. She took the guy she rode in with and was tracing out the individual couples within the flames. Hap came over and pointed to Shawna's signature, then went over to the redhead, "This is the little biker bitch that created that masterpiece. And did you know she rebuilt and opened up the mill, as well as rebuilt the tranny herself. She's responsible for the whole bike, not just the paint."

Bear asked her if she had a card as he was going to want a bike put together soon. Shawna took off running and was back in a flash passing out cards with a broad grin.

Hap and Bear were rounding up their people when Hap came over to me, "Now I'm going to be in debt to you more than ever. Thank you for giving my little brother a job. He took off as soon as he finished high school. I had had no idea how he was doing. He was never going to be a club member. He was always apprehensive about getting too close to the guys. Don't exactly know why, but it wasn't for him. Glad you're looking out for him. Thanks."

The group roared off, probably heading home. Tom was visibly more at ease and had been rejoined by Al and Joan. When I went over to him, I told him that I didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. He said he was all right. It had just been the first time he had seen his brother since he had left nearly four years ago. He was glad it worked out as his brother was his only living relative.

The four young guests thanked us all around and would come by tomorrow for directions to the shop for Monday before heading toward their trailers.

Abe and Alice said it was time for them to get home and let their dog out, so they left as well.

Martin and Glenda were stretching saying it had been a long day and they were ready to watch some TV and relax. Tiny and Ruth seconded that idea and left as well.

Hanna got up on a picnic table doing an air guitar imitation singing, "It's Saturday night, I just got paid, I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save, my heart says go, go have a good time, for it's Saturday night and I'm feelin' fine. Gonna rip it up."

We were all laughing at the other little pixie doing a Chuck Berry performance. Shawna was saying, "It's still early, lets clean this shit up and ride."

Ten minutes later, everything was put away and the tables washed, ready for morning coffee. We all put on our riding clothes and headed out of the park. We went north to the Florida bar, finding Hap and Bear there with over a hundred other bikers. The prospects watching the bikes recognized us, with one of them running to tell their leaders we were there.

We drank a beer while Bear's people who had not seen the bike yet looked it over. We did some backslapping and left heading south till we ended up at Jim's. Since the crowd was a different group from last night, the bike commanded as much attention as it did the night before. From there we went to the Vanishing Point for another beer and to display the bike before heading home.

It took us ten minutes to undress and assemble to go to the hot tub. Tiny and Ruth's trailer was dark so we assumed they were asleep already. In the tub, after we had soaked and fondled a while, the three girls took charge. They directed us guys to sit on the side of the tub. Then the three began giving us head. Each girl would spend about a minute, maybe two on a guy then they would switch till they would move to the next guy. It was a playful way to enjoy getting head. It was also erotic, as each of guys reached under the chest of the girls to fondle their breasts and their nipples.

It wasn't long till us guys were panting, warning the girls things were getting explosive. Then just as Sue was pulling off Jim, he gave her a creamy facial. That got Charlie so worked up that he almost choked Hanna with his big load. Shawna doubled her efforts and gently squeezed my balls until I filled her mouth too.

Sue had to wash her face off, but sat next to me, fondling my limp dick and kissing me with a decidedly spermy taste. This continued till I had Sue stand, bend over, and lean against the side, as I entered her from the rear. Charlie and Jim did the same with their wives, so all three of us had them lined up, bent over, and were seriously fucking them good. We called "Switch" after five minutes, then switched again after another five. That's all we could take, while the girls were groaning and moaning, all of us guys were right there, so I planted myself as deep into Hanna as I could get, squirting pulse after pulse into her until it leaked out from beside my dick.

We were all smiling and tired. After enjoying the swirling bubbles for a little while longer, we dried off and headed back to our homes.

As soon as we were in bed, Sue sat on my face then took me into her mouth, sucking blood back into my well-fucked dick. She was really enjoying my tonguing her sloppy cum filled pussy, while I was fingering her happy spot inside her pussy. It was exciting enough that she was squirting her special juices over my face while I was filling her mouth with my special sauce. We almost fell asleep that way but I got up, wet a wash cloth, and cleaned her up, drying her off with a towel. I cleaned up and joined her, spooning against her back.



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Chapter 35

Day Thirty-five - Sunday

I woke up snuggled against Sue's delicious pillows. It was so comfortable I didn't want to move, so I didn't. All I could think of was how lucky I was to have Sue lying next to me. I should probably go to church and thank the big guy for what he had given me these last few weeks. He deserved some big thanks.

I glanced at the clock to see it was only six, a little early for a Sunday, but it was when we usually woke up. The longer I rested, lying against Sue's breasts, the more my little head was thinking of my marital privileges and responsibilities. Sue lifted my face to hers, kissing me, "Me too, I always want you in the morning."

We shifted around and I slid gently and slowly into her. "I love you girl. You are the answer to a guys dreams and prayers. Loving, smart, sexy, and a great friend, you are everything to me."

With tears in her eyes, Sue kissed me then, "You are my answer too. You've been everything I could want in a man, everything. I love you so much."

Our mutual stroking became faster until we both stiffened and continued stroking through our orgasms until we collapsed, snuggling into each other.

"I just love the feel of your stuff leaking out of me all around that long, fat thing still in me. I know that your stuff is hunting for an egg it can't find yet."

"So when do you want an egg to be found?" I asked thinking that would be a good question.

Sue attacked my mouth, crawling up on me hugging me, kissing me, saying, "You won't be sorry, I'm going to be the best wife and mother there ever was or ever will be. I'll stop the pills with the last one coming up and then, you're going to squirt me, sperm me, come inside me everyday, as often as you can. We'll have a boy first, then a little girl, then another of whatever it will be. Oh Steve, I love you, thank you for letting me be a mom."

I guess that was a good thing to say. Wow! What a reaction.

We kissed some more, then showered. While I dressed in shorts and T-shirt, Sue was in one of her transparent robes. We made coffee, with Sue sending me to the Seven-Eleven to get donuts and rolls. She told me to get a bunch as she had invited the two young couples to come over for coffee this morning.

When I got back ten minutes later, I turned on the patio light, attracting our friends like flies. Within fifteen minutes all of our folks were having a donut while drinking coffee.

In the dawn, our two new couples came up to the patio saying "Good morning." The guys about lost their eyes staring at all the goodies being displayed by the women. All of them, including Glenda, were showing off their treasures to whoever wished to look.

Joan, the heavy wife, said, "I wish I knew this was a show off party, I love to show off."

Al said, "You would go around naked if you could get away with it, Joan, the original exhibitionist."

"You like it," Joan said, kissing Al's cheek. "You know how horny it makes me."

Betty leaned over to Joan and whispered something in her ear then said to their guys, "We'll be right back."

Tom said, "Betty's up to something, we're in for it now."

"Joan just got something she bought off the Internet from a 'big ladies' catalog she found," Al said. "It has a ton of sexy stuff in it. One of the girls on the front page looks a lot like Sue, but Sue's over a hundred pounds lighter."

Sue and I looked at each other. She winked then went inside and came back with one of her catalogs. She kept it in her lap.

The two girls returned and took off their robes to show see-through gowns. Joan's gown was made up of panels of transparent soft material that moved back and forth, giving glimpses of her fuzzy pussy and her full breasts and nipples, very sexy. Betty had a cute little baby doll that was complete with a pair of split crotch panties. When she sat, her Twinkie winked at you. Betty was built okay, but fairly unremarkable.

When the two girls had finished showing off and were eating a donut and drinking coffee, Sue reached over and gave Joan a catalog saying, "Thank you for being one of my customers. Bring me your next order and I'll make sure you get a nice discount. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to get your picture in that gown, it looks great. I bet I could sell a lot more of those if your were to model for me."

"You're her," Joan said picking up the catalogue and pointing to the picture of Sue before she lost all her weight. "How did you lose all that weight?"

"Diet, a lot of exercise, will power and determination. I also got hurt and had a bunch of accidents that kept me down for a while. I don't recommend getting hurt though."

Al was right there, "You know I like you the way you are. I like the extra meat on you. Gives me more to play with. If you really want to lose some only lose a little, but keep some of the extra padding around, just for me."

Joan kissed him, laying her head on his shoulder, "I love you Al, you're so right for me."

We all talked about what we were going to do on this lazy Sunday. Sue said we had another date with her Mom and Uncle, only this time it was at her Uncle's place. All of us had plans, but said we would see each other later in the evening.

The rest of the folks wandered off with Sue and I cleaning up, washing up the dishes, then going back to our big office area to catch up on paperwork.

I went back over the notes on the pad of paper with the information about hiring the two guys. I had no idea how much we could get for a full set of sheet metal for a car. I knew that I wanted to create a method to sell the frame and sheet metal as a put together product that could be removed and replaced easily so that parts could be removed to install equipment and bent panels could be quickly replaced, even during a race.

I wrote a letter to the maintenance superintendent of the oil platforms informing him that my circumstances had changed and that I would not be returning to the platforms. I thanked him for the employment and the opportunity to have worked for him and signed it. I borrowed an envelope from Sue and addressed the envelope. I would mail it Monday.

Sue was busy as she had a ton of orders that had come through. She was telling me the new catalog was really bringing in the orders. She said if this continued she was going to have to hire office help. I told her of two young ladies who didn't have jobs at this time, perhaps a couple of part timers, instead of one full time person.

She thought about that for a minute then said, "You know that might be a good idea. If they were both part time, I wouldn't need as much insurance. Good idea, Steve, I'll work on that."

About eleven, Sue said it was time to get dressed and out of there. We dressed similarly to last Sunday and Sue drove us down to Bayshore Boulevard to her Uncle's big home.

Today, when we arrived, Sue had us enter through the front door. The difference was that her uncle had a butler this time. We were welcomed, then shown into the front sitting room where Sue's mom and uncle were seated. Uncle Ben got up to greet us and asked what we might wish to drink. The butler took our requests then disappeared as only butlers can disappear. Poof, they vanish. They don't walk away, they dematerialize. Kind of like Star Trek without the dots. Jeeves or whatever his name was materialized again, this time carrying a tray with two glasses.

We chatted, until Uncle Ben ushered us into the dining room for, if you're crude, lunch. With this bunch, it's dinner or midday tea. Oh well, the food was delicious, as was the wine served with the meal. So far the conversation had been light, on the side of feathery. Now came the pitch.

Uncle Ben again congratulated us for our recent nuptials. Now that we were married he suggested I might wish to go back to school so I could learn the law or some other appropriate profession. Instead of me being crude by saying something very rude to her uncle, Sue started laughing.

"Uncle Ben," Sue began, "do you know how much this man made last week in his non-profession?" When he only looked at her, she said, "almost fifty grand. Did you make that amount last week from your activities? I'm not talking about your actual investment income, I'm talking about from your practice. Did you make half that much?"

"That's commendable Sue, but the question is can he sustain that kind of productivity performing common labor?"

"Uncle Ben, yesterday he hired two more people to expand his business because he can't do all the work alone. Even with me helping, we can't do it all. Next week we may buy or lease a building to hold this growing enterprise. Give Steve six months, or maybe even only a month, and he'll be bringing in more than two hundred grand a month. Think of it, that's two and half million a year."

"How?" came from Beth.

"Mom, if you saw how Steve leads people, how he teaches and coaxes their abilities from them, you would know how he does it. He takes someone with absolutely no skills and makes them a perfectionist in minutes. Not days and months."

"Relax Sue, I think your Uncle is just trying to make sure we are taken care of in our future married life," I said trying to tone down the conversation.

"He's right Sue, I just want to make sure you kids have everything you need," Ben said, sounding rather patronizing.

"Steve is not a kid, he's twenty-nine years old, I'm only a year younger, we've both overcome some physical problems and we've both been somewhat loners up to now. If you had seen him protect the park the night the crazies attacked us, you would know what kind of man he is. Uncle Ben, we are fine, we have some money between us and we're well on our way to being successful in each of our businesses. Just today, we were working out whether I should hire a full time person or two part time people, because my catalog sales are up over three hundred percent from last year."

Beth couldn't stand it, "Over three hundred percent? How could that be selling only to large women."

"Mom, there are a lot of large size ladies out there that would like to have stylish, even sexy, clothes. And we even know a lady who bought from the catalog and has a husband that likes her just as she is."

"That's just so hard to imagine," Beth said shaking her head. "I just don't know how some of these extra size girls can have men trailing after them. I've stayed trim all my life and I don't have that many men after me."

"I would say you have more than enough Beth," commented Ben. "It seems I have to warn off predatory fellows rather often."

"You forget Mom, I was one of those extra size girls. I was big, very big, until something happened in my mind to help me lose weight. I'm glad I did too, cause look at the guy I caught."

Sue looked at me and winked then said softly directing her words toward her mother, "Beginning my next cycle we are planning on trying to have a baby."

At first it didn't register with Beth then her eye's popped wide open and mouth formed an "O." Beth began to sputter, "You what?"

"Steve and I want a family. We are still young enough to get started so we are going to try. We are going to start trying to have a baby this next month."

Beth just sat there with a dazed look, "Aren't you two rushing everything? You just got married, actually you two just met, and you're already talking babies?"

"Just one at a time would be fine, Mom. We want to start now, as we would prefer to have more than just one. Think of it, you'll be a grandmother," Sue said with gentle emotion in her voice.

Ben was equally stunned, thinking of what may be in his future as an uncle, or I guess that would be a great uncle.

We adjourned into the lounge game room area of the monster house. This area had a dark oak bar, complete with a mirrored back reflecting dozens of various bottles of booze. There were several table and chair groupings, a couple of couches, and a few big loungers with lamps and tables next to them.

At the end of the large room, near where the bar was located, Ben had a full size Brunswick Gold Crown nine-foot pool table. Balls were racked on the table in a diamond configuration with the one ball at the head and the nine in the center.

"How about some 9-ball, Steve?" Ben asked selecting a cue from a rack on the wall.

I love to play pool. That was what I did whenever I had time off on the platforms and up in Alaska. I never had very good cues, and the tables on the platforms were usually well worn, but I did pretty well against some very good players.

When I went to select a cue I was stunned to see they were all name brand, high quality cues, McDermott, Lucasi, Joss, and my favorite, Meucci. I selected a Meucci that felt about eighteen or nineteen ounces as Ben pulled out two cue balls to lag for the break.

"How about making this interesting," he offered. " Best of seven for let's say twenty, okay? We'll lag for first break then alternating breaks, how about that?"

"Sounds good to me, be nice to yourself," I said a little cocky.

I won the lag, sunk the one and seven off the break but was pretty out of shape to do much with the two. I tapped the two and let the cue ball roll to the rail behind another ball.

Ben looked the table over and shot the cue around three cushions coming up behind the two kicking it toward the far corner pocket. The man knew how to shoot. The two wasn't kicked hard enough and died in front of the pocket.

Beth offered, "Ben has been playing all our lives. He plays out in Vegas a couple of times a year. One of these days he might come in higher than fourth with all those professionals.

Guess I better tighten up.

I shot the two with a ton of low left English to get the cue to kick off and roll under the three so I could have a decent leave for the four. By the time I was on the eight, Ben had his cue set aside waiting for me so he could rack the next game.

When Ben broke the second game he sunk the three and eight balls but had to push out. His push left me with just a bare look at the one ball. If I could get enough spin on the cue, the one should go sideways into the side pocket, while the cue advanced to the top of the table where the two-ball lay against the rail.

I made the shot, but didn't get a bounce off the rail. I was straight in with the two and the cue ball against the rail. I put middle left English on the cue and got the cue ball to come off the rail toward the four-ball. I was going to have to bank the four on a reverse. If I made it, I should be out, if I missed, Ben would be able to run out. It's hard to bank off an unfamiliar table, but I had to assume this table was in top condition.

I stroked through the cue with inside English to give the four-ball some reverse spin coming off the rail. The table was dead on, the four dropped center pocket leaving me on the five with the six and seven paired beneath it for a couple of easy shots and the nine on the bottom rail just waiting to be pocketed. I did exactly as planned. The table was as near perfect as you could ask. The cue I was using was so sweet that I had thoughts of bargaining for it.

I broke the third rack like a pro. Three balls dropped while the rest scattered nicely with the cue ball in the center of the table. There was only one kinky shot but it turned out to be un-kinky and I ran the table.

This time when Ben broke he sunk two balls and had a good table to run. He did, smoothly and accurately.

I ran two more tables, one in a break and run, and the next after a miscue by Ben, giving me a ball in hand. I was up five to one when I broke for our seventh game. Nothing dropped, worse was the table was absolutely perfect to be run. Not one tough shot. Ben did what any good pool player would do, he ran the table. Then he broke and ran the next rack as well. Now I was up only five to three.

My break, I sunk two balls but had a tough table to play. I shot the one, two, and three but had to kick the next ball, the five, away from another ball and hide the cue ball. I played a great safety that not too many could get out of. Ben lined the ball up a half dozen ways then took a jump cue off the wall and jumped out of the balls he was between, kicked off two rails, and hit the five. A pro couldn't have done better. The problem was, the cue ball continued down the rail and dropped in the corner pocket.

I looked over the table closely and made a plan, then ran out for my sixth game putting me on the hill. I was up six to three.

Ben broke, sunk the eight, and ran four balls, till he shot the four and the cue ball came off the rail funny and tucked behind the six. He couldn't see the five and he was going to have to shoot two rails to hit the ball and a perfect three rails to try to sink it in the side. He tried the three rail shot and the five bounced harmlessly off the side pocket tit. Love those tits.

The rest of table was a song, a beginner could run it. I did and offered my hand to Ben. We shook while I put the cue back up and racked the balls for Ben's future practice.

Sue came over and hugged me, "Wow, you beat Uncle Ben, I've never seen him lose before. I watched you play at Jim's, but had no idea you played so well."

As Ben handed me a twenty he said, "I was going to challenge you for a hundred but Beth said I shouldn't take advantage of you. Glad I didn't," he laughed, going behind the bar to mix some drinks.

Beth was shaking her head, "So your new hubby can shoot some pool too, what else can he do. I don't think there are ten men in this city that can beat Ben like he just did. That was incredible."

"It wasn't that good." I said trying to take some of the feeling of a bad loss from Ben. "Ask Ben, I got some good rolls and Ben got some bad ones. That three corner shot he tried after hooking himself was great. He came within a sixteenth of an inch of making that shot. The jump shot was really cool, too bad Ben scratched. Like I said I got the rolls and Ben didn't. I'd rather be lucky than good any day."

Ben gave me my due, "You shot an awesome game. You deserved to win. You played safeties when you needed to, and the shot on the one ball on the push was great. I'm surprised you were able to hold the cue ball on it but you did."

We had a drink, talking about various things, but constantly coming back to the baby thing. Sue soon said she wanted to get back home to work on her catalog sales.

While we were getting ready to leave, Ben handed Sue a large folder and said, "Read this at your leisure. You will have a ton of questions that you'll want answered, and I will answer them as soon as you ask them. Your mom and I have kept this from you till you were married. Why will become clear when you read the file. Now that you wish to raise a family, this is more important than ever."

As we drove home Sue said it was probably a bunch of bullshit like he usually gave her to read about investments and how to conduct her life. When we got home she threw the folder on the kitchen table and went back to the office.

I changed clothes and went out to the patio where Charlie and Jim joined me. They asked if I could pull the TV over to the sliding door area so that they could watch the NASCAR race. I scooted the TV over and it was perfect because the awning and the house shaded the screen so we were able to view the race in color.

While we were watching the race and sipping our beer, I went in and brought out the folder Ben had given Sue so I could at least look at it for her.

The first thing there was a letter to Sue from a Jake and Nina who apparently were Sue's grandparents. The letter said that the enclosed will had some special considerations for her, and that they would become effective when she married. They hoped that when she married it was to a wonderful man and that she would live happily ever after.

The will was dated 1978. I glanced through it until I came to a highlighted paragraph. We bequeath to our granddaughter one half of our estate, whatever that may be. I backed up a page and read that Beth and Ben had been left a fourth each of the estate. They seemed to be in pretty good stead, so it must have been a sizeable estate.

There were listings of stocks and bonds, various companies, and a pretty good list of property.

I didn't understand it all, but continued to leaf through the folder. There was an accounting sheet dated the day after our wedding date. It looked like a profit and loss statement that went on and on listing incomes due, past due, amounts of commissions due, amounts of dividends anticipated, current stock market quotes, and current bond quotes. When I was down to the bottom line I was sipping from my stein. Thank goodness it was a small sip, as I almost spit it out. The figure down there was three hundred twenty seven million, with a bunch of other numbers of little consequence, considering the whole.

I'm no dummy, half of over three hundred and twenty million is over one hundred and sixty million. Holy shit!

I glanced through the rest of the papers then told the guys I'd be back in a few minutes.

Sue was busily typing in some information to her manufacturer about a couple of hot items that she was selling. I waited till she was done with that note then said, "Sue, I hope you're not angry but I thought I would look through the folder Ben gave you to see what kind of, as you say bullshit, he was giving you."

I made her look at me in the eye, "You have to read this. I think you should read it thoroughly right now, not later. When you finish come and get me, I want to hear your reaction."

"If you say so, Steve," Sue said exasperated. "I'm pretty much done with what I wanted to do this evening anyway. Let me read it and I'll be out to talk about it."

I left hurriedly, drew a fresh beer, then sat with the guys as they were talking about a couple big wrecks that had happened. Hopefully Gene's cars were not involved.

It took about four minutes, then I heard a "Hot damn, son of a bitch, wow!" There was a pause then a loud, "Steve, come in here quick, I have to show you something."

When I walked into the office area Sue was laying in the middle of the floor with her legs spread pointing at her pussy, "Fuck this thing right now. Get that thing out of your pants and put it into this rich bitch's pussy. I want you to know how it feels to fuck a millionaire. I am one lucky fucking heiress."

How do you resist? One: The girl you love dearly is lying on the floor, spread out, asking for it. Two: One of the sexiest babes I've ever met is lying on the floor, spread-eagled, asking for it. Three: Your brand new wife is pleading for you to make love to her. Four: Your brand new wife just found out she's a rich babe and she wants you to plug her. You don't refuse her in any of those four scenarios, you thump her, you fuck her, you do her so well her toes curl.

I did my absolute best. I lasted probably a minute, maybe a little more, while she was constantly coming. Sue made me so crazy, I was spewing sperm up into her hard and fast almost as soon as we coupled.

"Like this wanton rich bitch pussy huh?" She asked smiling, licking my face.

"I like you, the hell with the rich you, you're the babe for me."

That must have been the right thing to say as she had me on my back, still plugged into her, telling me I'd better get that thing between her legs back up, because she needed one more shot before we had supper.

Since she was sticking a very firm nipple into my mouth, the eroticism kept my dick hard until she squeezed out so much juice, my balls ached.

We lay calming a few minutes until she started kissing me all over the face, "I love you, I love you, I love you. You are so special, so much the guy I need. Damn, I love you."

We finally gathered ourselves to go back out to the patio. Sue put on a shift letting our combined juices run down her leg. When we came out, Ruth caught a whiff of Sue's recently used pussy and licked her lips, asking Sue, "Would you mind if I had a private word with you."

I almost broke up with laughter, but kept quiet, as Sue led Ruth into our bedroom. They didn't reappear for almost a half-hour, and when they did, Ruth's hair was mussed, and Sue had a huge smile on her face.

The real funny part was that as soon as Ruth came out, she gave poor Tiny a deep tongue kiss. This fired him up so much, they had to go back to their home to check something for almost thirty minutes. They came back smiling as well.

Supper was ordered pizza, and more beer, a perfect combination for a lazy Sunday evening. No one wanted to do anything but veg, so we all went to our individual bedrooms, curled up and slept.



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Chapter 36



Day Thirty-six - Monday

I woke to Sue petting my head and my face. She was laying there with tears streaming down her face while caressing my unshaven face.

When she sobbed, I turned and was holding her, trying to comfort her, "What's the matter hon, what's wrong?"

Sue choked and sobbed a few more times then, "You'll leave now that I have all of this money. You won't want me."

"That's bullshit. I don't give a damn how much you have. You and I have so much going on right now, we don't have time to worry about how much money you have and what you're going to do with it. Do nothing with it. Do everything with it. Who cares? You and I have too much going on right now, today, to worry about it."

I raised up, kissing both teary eyes, "You have a business that is tripling by the quarter, if not the month. Today I'm, or rather we are, going to train two new people on how we work. That is the important stuff. We are making our lives and lives of those around us better. We don't need your money to do that, we're doing it on our own."

"Oh you," Sue hugged me. "You are so good, so special. That's why I love you so much."

"And I love you."

I took a deep breath, "Now, let's get a shower, start the coffee for us and our friends, and begin a new special day."

Sue gave me a most passionate kiss.

We rolled from the bed and lovingly washed each other in the shower, dried each other off, and combed out each other's hair while the coffee was dripping.

I turned on the light at six thirty on this glorious morning. Sue and I were already dressed for work. Not the coveralls, but jeans and shirts, with our coveralls ready for later.

All of our folks were gathered by seven and drank coffee telling what was going on that day. We cleaned up and were ready for Al and Tom to arrive in one of their pickups at ten to eight.

Down at the shop, I opened up the three bays, going over the different equipment we had. I had Al call several of the local businesses that carried the equipment he needed and discuss what kind of prices we could get. Sue said she would take our pickup and take him to the various places. She said she would negotiate with the dealers as she felt strong today.

Tom and I went over the different welding equipment that I had available, then we looked at the truck so that I could show him the value of a well-planned vehicle. He was astounded that such a truck could exist.

Abe was working on a generator when we were back at the shop, so I introduced him and explained to Abe what I was going to be doing. He said he had the perfect test for him.

Abe showed Tom one of the arms that attached the generator to the tow hitch that was cracked. He asked him to fix it, knowing exactly how something like that should be done.

Tom asked to use the torch, first cutting away the cracked metal, giving him about a two-inch piece to weld back together. He measured the length of the opposite un-cracked arm, then the separated arm, and made a note. He then used the torch to cut a piece of metal from a blank we had that was the same thickness as the arm.

He should have cleaned up the areas that he was working on, and with, before welding, but he used the arc wire feed and after clamping it together welded it, doing a pretty good job. Crude but thorough.

Abe asked him how he was going to sell this piece of equipment with such as obvious patch job on the tow arm. Tom was confused as he had never been taught how to do a clean job or how to clean it up.

I told Tom he did a good job welding but he didn't prepare his site, and the piece he was using, before he welded.

I took the torch and cut out the new piece he had welded in. Then with a file and grinder I cleaned the area where I had cut and the melted metal had bubbled.

I measured the arms and figured out what I needed, then cut it from the sameblank that Tom used. I put the cut piece into a vise and cleaned it thoroughly, squaring off the edges so it would fit the open space on the arm perfectly. I clamped it to the arm and welded it in place without hardly raising any bead.

I took the grinder and smoothed out the beads and as a last smoothing operation, I used sandpaper so I could feel that the bead was unseen. I blew if off with the air hose then with a can of primer I sprayed the new welds. When it was all done, I once again measured everything, making sure everything was exact. When I was done, Abe said, "Perfect." Tom had been fascinated as I completed each step. He asked, "That takes a lot of extra time to do, do you always take that much time, is it okay to take the time to do it like that?"

"It never takes too long to do it perfect. I'll teach you how to be faster, but it is important that our work is perfect. That generator will now bring top dollar because it will look like top equipment, not some patched item that the customer might assume may or may not work."

Leaving Abe, we went into the welding area. I took a couple pieces of tubing and said, clean these up and weld them together at a right angle. Do your best for it to be exactly ninety degrees. I gave him clamps and a square and found two more pieces and worked on them to show him how I wanted it to look when it was done.

Since I have done this type of work for years, it only took me ten minutes to clean it, weld it, and clean up the welds. Twenty minutes later, Tom said he thought he had done a good job. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't perfect as he had rushed his weld in one area. I showed him how you could tell there was a weak weld in the area before I showed him my two bars.

"Steve, I don't know whether I'll ever be that good. I've never seen work like that. How do you do it?"

"The same way you do it, Tom, but with a steadier hand and I don't force the rod to do the work. You draw it along the two pipes, you don't stab at it. Let me show you."

I took two pieces of cut up blank and put them together on their flat straight ends. Using the arc welder Tom had been using, I drew a weld between the pieces that you almost couldn't see.

I put two more pieces together and had Tom to retry welding without a raised bead for me. This time he took his time and slowly drew the rod through the metal, closing up several small problems he had. When he was done, he took off the hood and stared at his finished product. I handed him the grinder and he smoothed it quickly. He reached for the sandpaper before I ever offered it to him and quickly finished the weld proudly displaying what he had done.

"That's the way Tom. Every time we do a job, we will do it as perfectly as possible. I'll let you practice till you get it right. Cut some of the pipe we've been playing with and make it into some perfect welds. It just takes determination and practice."

A truck pulled up to our doors and the driver asked us if we had a forklift. When I said no, he groaned, "I've been driving all night to get this stuff here this morning. I don't know whether I have the energy to unload this by hand."

He showed me the packing slip and it was the entire order that I had made.

I made a decision and went to the office. I told the guy that I needed to use the big double unit next to my welding unit. He just nodded and said I would have to rent it for a minimum of two months. When I looked at him funny, he grinned, "As fast you're growing, you will need your own building very soon. I'm just taking advantage of the situation because I have some money invested in all the electrical I've added. I suppose you want more electrical and air piped into the unit too?"

"That would be nice but you're probably right," I said agreeing with him. "I'm thinking of looking for a building. But, I need the space for right now and if you could, could you use your forklift to unload a truck for me. It's a pretty big load."

"Sure, come on, let's get your truck unloaded and we'll see what the new unit needs. I don't mind fixing them up as I get more rent from them now. A lot of the other small business tenants have seen what you're doing and want the same. They are willing to pay the difference, so why not improve them."

The storage building owner took only a few minutes to unload the truck. I had him separate the sheet metal into the new space and the tubing into the welding area.

I asked Abe if he could build a rack to hold sets of tubing. My thought was to keep sets together like Gene did, so we would have the exact package ready when we needed it.

Tom was given the list for a single unit. I asked him to separate groups of tubing and plate blanks and to tie the tubing together with some heavy twine that Abe had saved from my auction junk.

When Tom had two units separated and loaded into Abe's pickup, I had Tom jump in the pickup with Abe and had them go to Gene's to give him the borrowed material back.

As soon as they left, I called the steel company to thank them for the special shipping. They said if my orders were that size or better, they would just load a truck and have it on the way for me as that size order required the best part of a load.

I was separating the materials when Sue came back with the pickup loaded with equipment. She had purchased everything on the list, plus a few other items that Al said would be good to have. She proudly displayed that most of the equipment was used and that she was able to barter successfully, although we were going to have to run over to the dealer with the big truck to do a welding repair for him.

Al couldn't quit talking about how Sue had worked the dealer for all the equipment they needed. The total cost was a third of what I had projected.

I told Sue about the new space and about the delivery, and that Abe and Tom were taking Gene his materials. I told her we were going to need to build a frame for Al so he could begin seeing if he could do the race car sheet metal, but I wanted to use this one as a training aid for Tom. She agreed with that.

I took Al into the welding shop to see how much he knew about welding. I showed him a finished trial with the two pieces of tubing, then cut a four inch and a two inch piece so he could try.

Al said he was familiar with the type of wire feed arc welders we were using, as it was the kind his dad had taught him on. He set up the clamps, showing me that he knew how to do it and cleaned the ends of the pipe before he began. He also scuffed up the area where he was going to make the two pipes meet.

When he turned on the arc welder I watched him closely for safety habits. Before he began, he checked his ground clamps, he checked the hold of the clamps, next he hit a small spot to see how the arc was going take. He raised the hood and checked the spot then pulled the hood down and drew a weld completely around the pipes in a single pass, very professional. He stored the wand, turned off the welder, removed the ground clamp then inspected the weld. It was damn good.

He pointed at it as if to ask me to inspect his work. I did and it looked like a good weld all around.

I asked him if he had used grinders and files to clean up welds and he nodded. I gave him the tools and let him finish his work. Sue and I were both impressed with his performance.

When he was done, he took it off the bench and handed it to me. It was as good as any I did. I smiled at Al and said, "That is what I was talking about. That's perfection, which is the way I like a finished product to look.

"Steve, I've never cleaned up a weld like that. My dad taught me to try to not raise a real high bead on joints so it would look nice. Too bad he didn't think about finishing good work. I like the way it looks and can see how a customer would view the effort of making it look that way."

"Looks like I'm going to be able to use you for both sheet metal and welding. You don't mind do you?"

"Hell no," said Al. "This is going to be a fun job. I bet you find all kinds of work for me other than making panels for racecars."

I told Al that when Tom got back the two of them should go to lunch. Sue and I were going to run over to the equipment dealer and do the work for him then be right back.

The equipment dealer had a steel deck over his parts bins holding even more parts in bins and on the decking. A forklift had rammed into the stair and had broken it and two steps. He needed someone to weld it back together. There was another weld where something like this had happened before.

We backed the truck into the shop so our equipment would be within reach. I brought out two hydraulic jacks and a pulley. While I heated up the metal with the torch, I had Sue activate the jacks and they pulled a little at a time. It took almost a half-hour and the help of a four pound sledge hammer to get the stairway back to straight and the steps bent into position.

I had Sue clear the area, then clamped the ground onto the stair rail and began. I tacked the stairs and the broken rail, stopping to measure and check the level of the stairs. It looked good so I made the permanent welds. When I put the arc wand back into its holder, Sue had two drills with grinder bits in them so we could clean up the work. We had it looking like new in fifteen minutes. I sanded the welds off then sprayed some primer paint on the spots.

The owner was very pleased, saying we had made it look like new. We pulled the truck out. Sue told me to look over at the back of his lot. The guy had six big Onan generators. They looked a little rusted but were lined up as if someone had cared for them at one time or another.

I asked the guy what he was doing with the generators and his response was, trying to find someone to haul them off. I told him I thought I knew of someone that would do it for him if he could use his forklift to get them on a truck.

His comment was "Why not just hook them up and tow them off. The tires and wheels all are good enough to tow them ten or fifteen miles so if you know someone, who wants them, tell them to come get them. They were used a few years ago during a hurricane and haven't been used since. They were stored here by a company that's gone out of business so the only thing I can do is to sell them to a sucker, or find someone willing to take them away."

Sue and I looked at each other and I assured the man they would be gone by tomorrow.

On the way back to the shop we drove by the place where the auction had been and wrote down the number of the real estate company. Sue said she wanted to go see her uncle to clarify a few things and then would come back, so I drove her to the house and dropped her off.

I proposed something to her. We should get the building, but if we had any trouble financing it, perhaps we could use the estate as lenders. She thought a second saying, "Would you rather do it that way, or just buy it."

"I think we should handle it like a business, finance it on a commercial ten year loan, and treat it like the business it is, not a hobby," I said, thinking we needed to keep Sue's money safely away from my ventures.

She said, "We'll do it the way you think best. Just remember, this money that's available to me is available to you too. I'm going to do some fancy stuff with my catalog business and maybe even open a retail store. I would like to try it."

"Sounds good, let's have some fun being successful."

We kissed and I took off for the shop. There I told Abe about the generators. He about had a fit that they were sitting there to be had. He wanted to rush right over and haul them away. I told him that I might have another place to haul them to so to wait a few minutes.

I called the realtor from the sign at the building. He said he had not put up the sign as there was a problem with some back taxes on the building. I told him I was very interested in the building and wanted to try to gain possession of it immediately. The lawyer I had talked to before was primarily a business or corporate type lawyer so I figured he would be good for commercial real estate. I called him and explained the entire thing to him. When I told him I wanted immediate possession so I could use the property to store materials and to start setting up shop there, he asked if I would be willing to lease it from the bankruptcy court until I could buy it. When I said, "You bet," he said he would have possession for me that afternoon. He asked me to get him some money for a retainer and for the court. I asked him for his account number and asked if ten thousand would be enough. He said that would be great.

I called the bank and gave them all the details. I gave them my account password and the electronic transfer was complete.

While I waited to call the lawyer back, I looked in on Tom and Al. They had finished separating all of the sets and were now measuring and marking one of the sets so we could begin cutting and bending. I gave them the okay sign with the thumb and forefinger and went to call the lawyer back.

I told him the money was in his account and to make me a deal. He said the judge on the case agreed to lease it until he could make a judgment on the value of the building with the back taxes against it. I asked him if we should hire an appraiser and have a formal appraisal performed, to make an offer from that. The lawyer thought that might work and knew a commercial appraiser that could get the job done quickly. He said the realtor would come by my shop with the keys for the building. I would need to turn on the utilities to occupy the building, but I could store material in it and in the yard. He said the realtor should be on his way and shouldn't be long as he was near.

Sure enough as I hung up the phone, the realtor pulled in. He had me sign a receipt for the keys, and gave me some advice. "When you get the appraisal for the building, bankruptcy courts will take seventy-five percent and sometimes even less of the appraised value of the property to close the case. Get the exact taxes owed then offer them the amount you're willing to pay less the taxes. You'll have to pay the taxes and penalties to possess the place but you might make a really good deal if you handle it that way."

I thanked the man and handed the keys to Abe telling him the address of the building. I told him to go get his generators and park them on the side of the building so they could be easily brought inside to work on them. Abe took both guys with him in case he needed muscle.

I finished measuring, cutting and bending the entire set, before the guys returned. Abe was ecstatic with the building. He said there was a good-sized area that was perfect for his small engine repair and his reconditioning shop. He also said that the big shop area was separated into two areas and that I could easily have two separate operations going at the same time.

When I told Abe that was where all the equipment came from he laughed, as now it was all going back. I told him about the parts and tool room, but said I had not gone into any of the office areas. There was supposed to be a showroom up front, but I had not seen that either.

I mentioned the big advantage would be that the place was wired for equipment everywhere, as well as air pipes throughout the place. When Abe didn't mention it, I asked him if he noticed the lift in the shop area he was claiming. "You probably didn't see it because it was dark but there is a built in lift in that shop for trucks, and in your case, generators." He was really excited now.

I called Tampa electric and the water company. I had to make a pretty big deposit to Teco, but the water company was easy. Now the logistics of moving.

Abe was just about done with one of his generators, so I asked him if he could use one of the guys to get it done faster. His response was, give me both of them and we'll be done by tomorrow afternoon.

The two guys were eager to learn from Abe. It was going to be nice to have them working with him, as they would learn a bunch.

I decided I needed some cash flow and the easiest way to get it would be to make up as many frames as I could. The Lakeland guy was good for two more instantly, perhaps more. Gene was going to need another within a week, so a couple of days early wouldn't hurt.

I busted ass setting up and tacking the three sections, then went back to double check everything. I fired up the arc welder and made short work of the three sections, including putting them together. Next was the grinding, filing, and finishing off with the sandpaper. Not bad, a completed frame by myself in a lot less than a day.

It was getting late. Everyone else had gone home and it was already six thirty, so I cleaned up and left. When I got home Sue was outside with everyone telling them how well Tom and Al had done today.

Abe and Alice were also there enjoying a beer, sitting in one of the gliders with Abe talking about the new building.

Tom and Al were not there. They really were not part of the patio group yet. I wondered if the others would welcome them.

I took a quick shower and came out in time for Hanna to bring over a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs. She had rolls and squash to go with it. The other girls had made salads for everyone, so we all dug in.

We had cleaned up and were considering a ride when Tom and Betty, as well as Al and Joan, came over. They excitedly told those on the patio about their first day and how diverse it had been. They couldn't believe how many things we were doing at once.

I told the guys that tomorrow I needed to make two frames and potentially cut and form a set of sheet metal. They looked at me as if I had three eyes and four arms. I assured them we would get it done. They were to learn from Abe, and finish up his project so we would not be moving a finished generator. I asked Abe if he thought he could deliver it Friday afternoon. He nodded and said that with all the help, he and I could make it Friday morning if it were necessary. I told him to be prepared for Friday afternoon.

I had a thought and went in the house to use the phone. I found the number for the kid who bought the big truck from me the day of the auction. When he answered he said that he had screwed up the transmission on the truck and it was now parked, useless. He didn't have the money to fix it.

"Tell you what," I began "we can do this a couple of different ways so pick one. I'll pick up the tab for the truck repairs and you repay me by using the truck and help me move from my shop back over to the building where my stuff came from. Another way would be for me to buy the truck from you, fix it, and hire you to help me move. Either way you come out. Either way I come out, because I am going to need a big truck."

He sounded happier, "The truck's too big for me. I bought a cheap pickup to do the stuff I need to do. If you bought the truck from me for say half what we figure I paid for it, I will be happy. If you hire me to help you move, that will make me even happier. I could use the cash all around."

I told him I would have a tow truck out to pick the truck up in the morning and he could come by the shop any time with the title for his money.

Abe said he knew a good mechanic that could probably take care of the truck quickly. I got the name and address then asked Abe about a towing service.

We were going to need a forklift. Abe said we should find a used one that someone was getting rid of, and let him refurbish it. I thought that would be a good idea, but we would need one for the move, so I said I would rent one for a week or so.

Since the day had been pretty crazy, we all thought we should just crash this evening and try for a ride tomorrow evening. Sue and I went for our fast power walk, giving us time to discuss what all had gone on with her Uncle.

Sue found out that she was definitely heir to a bunch of money, property, and investments. Ben had her look over and sign dozens of documents, completing the transfer of property into her account. She had agreed to let Ben continue to be the administrator of the estate and manage her funds. She would still have final approval, but Ben could continue making investments for her mother, himself, and Sue.

She had discussed the possibility of the estate loaning the money for the building. Ben wanted her to buy it outright, but she said that if I wanted the business to pay for it, she should let me do it the way I thought. He agreed to the terms, in the event that regular commercial financing was not available.

She told me the house had been specifically left to her, not as part of the total estate. She said that the house was a bone of contention between her mother and her uncle. He had used money from Sue's half of the estate to maintain and refurbish the house, but things had been a little strange with her mom about him moving into it. Sue said there was something going on, more than either one was willing to talk about.

When I asked her what she was going to do about the house, she said she was going to leave it as is for the present as we had a nice home and were not planning on moving right away.

We stopped at the pool to swim for a half-hour. The exercise felt good. I told Sue we should probably make a schedule so we could go to the gym on a regular basis.

"So when are you going to make a twenty-six hour day so we have the time?" Sue laughed.

Back at the house we relaxed with a beer and soda before calling it a day. We discussed her bringing in Betty, and or Joan, on Wednesday to start them on the office stuff. I told her she may want to bring both of them in and teach them at the same time. One of them may be needed for the welding company pretty soon and what they learned from Sue would apply to the other as well.

Inside we brushed our teeth and snuggled up to sleep. The snuggling created both of our interests, so it was over an hour before we were sleeping.



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Chapter 37



Day Thirty-seven - Tuesday

It must have been cold during the night. Sue and I were both under the covers, but she was lying on top of me with her head on my chest, her big bosom squashed into my stomach, with her body and legs between mine. She was snoring. It was a light quiet snore, but snoring nevertheless.

My bladder was full and Sue's weight was pressing on it. I bent up and kissed her forehead softly. She gave "hmmmmm" and didn't seem to want to move.

"Sue, honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Let me up."

She raised her head, eyeing me groggily, then rolled onto her back. I got up quickly stood over the commode and let go with a fast full stream. It seemed that I was only half done when Sue came into the bathroom with her legs together and her hand acting like it was trying to cork herself.

"Hurry, I have to go bad, please?"

I forced out the last of my pee and moved aside closing the seat. Sue plopped down, and you could hear a stream as forceful as mine, while she had her pee.

I stepped into the shower and started the water. A couple of seconds later, Sue came in with me. We washed each other without too much groping, then dried and dressed, ready for the day. We made coffee and mixed up some biscuits, thinking it would be a nice way to start the day.

I turned on the patio light at six-thirty. By six-forty the entire crew was drinking coffee and joking amongst themselves. At six-fifty, Tom, Al, and their wives came to the patio with cups of coffee in their hands.

Betty said, "Thanks, Shawna, for inviting us to your coffee club in the morning. This is a great way to start the day." The wives were wearing some revealing robes, but not as daring as they had before.

We drank coffee and cleaned up all the biscuits by seven fifteen, which became the magic time for us to head out for our day. At the shop, Abe immediately had Tom and Al on two separate jobs, while he finished working on the generator itself. Later that morning I heard the generator fire up, cough and choke a little, then smooth out, running like new.

Sue and I dove into measuring and cutting two frames. We had them both cut, bent, and tacked before lunch, and finished up double checking everything before we went to the little Greek restaurant to eat.

After lunch, we did the dual-welding trick, before we cleaned up and drilled the two frames by three. These took longer, for whatever reason. We were probably distracted by the electrician and plumber in the new bay.

I had called the Lakeland team owner to let him know the frames would be ready by three. He said he would be there with a check. The owner and a crew chief rolled up with his trailer at three fifteen. When we loaded the two frames, the owner saw the one from yesterday and asked about it. I showed him the sheet metal, saying that we were going to experiment with making panels too. He was very interested. I told him we were probably going to move the shop soon, so we may wait to work on the panels till we got moved.

Sue went to the truck and brought back a hand full of cards saying that since we were going to be manufacturing full time, we were going to need more customers. He laughed, "How in the world are you going to produce that much more when you can only possibly do perhaps six to eight a week."

Sue said, "Watch us, we are training and teaching right now. Steve is the best teacher I've ever seen. Don't worry about quantity and quality. Steve will have people putting out more perfect work that you could imagine.

"How about I take along the extra frame. I could use it, but I still want the other four for other cars we are going to build." When I nodded, he went out to get his checkbook and I made up another receipt for him and helped his crew chief load it onto the now full trailer.

Sue took off to deposit the checks while I measured and cut two more sets, ready to bend and start tacking. At five I told everyone it was time. Abe said he probably wouldn't need Tom tomorrow but he would like to use Al to clean up the side panels and help him paint. I said that would be good so Tom could work with me on the frames.

Shawna was responsible for supper tonight and had a giant meatloaf with mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans. Supper was a treat, with everyone showering Shawna with praise.

After supper, we cleaned up and dressed to ride. I pulled out the big bike instead of the good looking one, saying tonight was to ride, not to show off. Charlie said, "Let's go to Plant City. They have a bike night on Tuesday that is fun to go to." We cut over to I-275, traveled to I-4, and went east cruising within the 70-mph speed limit. It was a nice ride, complete with some good rock and roll on the big bike's radio.

With the windshield, Sue and I could carry on a close to normal conversation. She was saying that she was going to take tomorrow and work with the two girls. I thought that would be great because I wanted to spend the day teaching Tom to weld and clean the frames.

We met a bunch of different folks, plus saw several we knew. Many asked where the sexy bike was. I told them that it was for special occasions and I was going to keep the miles down on it.

At nine forty-five, we headed back to Tampa, again at a nice moderate pace, enjoying the ride. Back in the park, we said goodnight before Sue and I did our walk and swim, ending up fooling around in the hot tub.

We continued playing with each other in bed, creating wet spots, putting each other to sleep in the best way known to mankind.



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Chapter 38

Day Thirty-eight - Wednesday

I woke with a long fat nipple in my mouth, nursing like a baby. Sue was smiling at me and said, "Happy anniversary, husband."

"Imagine that, we have been married for a whole week already." I leaned up to kiss her, but she said for me to keep on sucking. She wiggled under me and pulled my very hard dick into her waiting pussy. Our lovemaking was slow and gentle, but the eroticism was so high that we both began coming almost too quickly. We kissed and headed to the bathroom.

While Sue sat, I turned on the water and got in, relieving my bladder under the shower. We washed each other, dried, and dressed, ready for the day. We were a little early but I waited till six-twenty five to turn on the patio light. By six-forty everyone was sitting and drinking coffee, including our two new couples.

Ruth said that perhaps the new folks would like to be a part of our supper club too. The ladies explained how we were doing it. Betty and Joan both thought it was an economical way to have good meals. One meal for seven couples was cheaper to make than seven meals for one couple.

The seven wives agreed to mix up what night of the week they would have each week by drawing days from a coffee can with seven slips of paper in it. Tom said he would dig out his dominoes and separate a one through seven, which would make it easier for them to decide. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday could be something other than homemade if it was agreed upon. Like pizza, or Sonny's ribs, or maybe even Chinese take out.

I noticed the new picnic tables and the chairs had been painted. I looked at Martin and asked him if he had done that. He shook his head and pointed to Tiny.

Tiny was grinning, "I had off yesterday. It was hot in the afternoon so I came over to have a beer and was looking at the new furniture. I had some good white deck enamel paint that doesn't chalk, so I began painting the chairs. There was enough to paint the chairs and the table."

Ruth laughed at him, "There was enough to paint everything and enough beer to put him away by the time he was done. I don't know who made out. Tiny had a great time doing it, getting half shit-faced in the process."

"They look nice, and with our growing population, we needed the chairs," I said.

Martin suggested, "I was thinking we should buy or build a big table that would hold us all at once. If we could get one with fourteen chairs maybe even sixteen for when Abe and Alice come around, that would be nice."

"We need a bigger patio. There wouldn't be room for other lawn chairs and small tables," I said thinking our group was getting out of hand. But then I had second thoughts. "Martin, how about figuring out how big we can make the patio both in total length and how far out we can go without making the park owner upset. We could move the shed back farther so the door was at the end of the house. It may stick out too far toward the back lot, you'll have to see. It is something to consider though. With a great big patio, we could have a big table at one end and the other patio furniture at the other. It might be nice."

It was time for all of us to head to work. Sue stayed home, but said she and the girls would bring us all lunch. Al and Tom were now riding with each other, saving gas.

Abe instantly had Al using his body shop skills smoothing and preparing panels to paint.

Tom and I set up the stands and began measuring and cutting two frame sets. He got the hang of measuring at least twice before we cut once. Then when we started bending he learned to measure to the inner angle so it would be accurate. As we went along, I called out the number of the part so he would remember to number each piece and the significance of numbering the pieces. We cleaned up all the ends, setting up the stands, and tacking the front end first, followed by the rear, and finally the cage.

It took us an hour to re-measure every thing as something was out of kilter. When we found it, we had to re-tack several pieces to bring it in line. I think Tom learned the significance of measuring over and over again to be sure of every length, distance, and angle.

When we finished tacking, the girls had arrived with lunch for all. Abe enjoyed lunch with us, eating some great roast beef sandwiches with potato chips, and Sue's Diet Cokes.

After lunch Tom began welding. By the time he finished his frame, I was done welding and darn near done cleaning the welds.

I inspected each weld with Tom, showing him in different places how he may have been able to do a better job faster, if he did something different. He took it in and said he would work on it next time.

I had Tom begin cleaning on one end and I began on the other. He had some thick beads but as he progressed, they became better. I was done with the back and the cage as he finished the front. Together we went back over every weld, length, distance, and angle, making sure it was done right, drilling the holes while we were measuring. We also went back over the frame I had done myself.

Good, two more frames ready to roll. The Lakeland guy still needed four so Tom and I would finish up with the materials we had by making up three more frames, two for Lakeland, and one for the shop. Since it was only four, Tom and I measured and cut pieces for the three frames, ending just after five.

Abe came to get us saying he wanted me to see something special. The generator he had been working on was done, with the panels hanging up to dry. Abe went over the starting sequence for the big generator then hit the button; it caught immediately, smoothing out to run quietly.

Al stood back and said, "I think I'm getting the idea of what you keep saying about perfect. Abe is very exacting. He's taught me a lot these last two days."

Tom echoed Al saying, "I'm welding better right now than I have ever done before and it's still not the quality of work I will be capable of soon. I'm going to be putting out the best work Steve has ever seen."

Abe slapped me on the back, "Looks like you have yourself a couple of good guys. Let's get out of here, it's Miller time."

Abe went home while Tom and I cleaned up the welding shop. I emphasized that if the shop were cleaned up at night, we would want to come to work the next morning. Al pitched in and it only took fifteen minutes to have the place straight and swept.

At the park we separated to get cleaned up before supper. It was Ruth's turn to delight us. She had a huge stack of fried chicken with mashed potatoes, gravy, and more green beans. We had a salad first, eating until we were all lethargic. When the dishes were all cleaned off the table, Martin brought out a big pad of graph paper.

He had a drawing of what was built now and surrounding it what he proposed. He was showing a seventy-foot long pad thirty feet out from the house. That's twenty-one hundred square feet of patio; it would be huge. He had another drawing, showing the construction design to of how he would build the patio roof so it wouldn't have to have interior supports. He had even showed how it would be anchored to withstand over one hundred-mile per hour winds. He said the park didn't care since it was a lot improvement that they didn't have to pay for. He also said there would still be nearly seventy feet of grass between the patio and his place. I would have to parallel park in front of the house or at the end of the patio, as my current parking place would be patio.

The shed was shown sticking out behind the house with a concrete apron in front of it. Martin said, "If you put the shed on the end of the building, it can be another couple of feet wider but could now be as much as thirty-two feet deep if you wanted."

"How long would it take if we wanted to do it?" I asked curiously.

Martin said, "There is a guy here in the park that could pull the permits, pour the pad and build the cover complete with guttering the same as I designed within a week. He said the shed, depending on the size it was going to be, would be another couple of days."

"How much?" I asked even more interested.

Sue had come out and was looking over the plans listening to what Martin had been saying. She was standing next to me with her hand on my back.

Martin gave me a price that made me choke. Sue was patting me on the back trying to help.

Martin said defensively, "I thought the price was pretty low. I really didn't think it was very high."

I finally caught my breath, "Martin, it isn't high at all. I was choking because it was so low. Are you sure the guy can do it for that kind of money?"

Martin nodded and I said, "Let's go see him, right now."

Martin, Sue, and I walked over to the other side of the park to a small nice doublewide. The man Martin was talking about was sitting under a screened patio with his wife. After we were all introduced, I questioned the guy again about his price, indicating the drawings that Martin had brought along.

We spread out the different drawings and he explained he had helped Martin make it up this afternoon and was able to make up a material list and get some quotes on the concrete. He says he is a little slow right now and his men need the work, so it would be a great time to do this.

Martin confirmed with him that the price would include the pad, all materials, the electrical for the six fans with individual wall controls, and the wet bar with a little refrigerator and a cooking hood.

"Wet bar? Cooking hood? I didn't see that on the drawing?" I said puzzled.

The guy spoke up, "That was my idea, if you're going to have a party patio, you might want a wet bar, as well as a hood for a built in gas and charcoal grill. This is what I do for a living and I can make you a great party patio."

Sue and I looked at each other. Sue winked at me then turned to the man, "Build it, start as soon as you can."

The man went inside and brought out a contract. He referenced the drawings, numbered them, and signed each one. He wrote all his numbers down, excluding the new shed, then signed it. He turned it around for us and Sue grabbed the pen and signed everything, saying, "Steve will be right back with a check for the first half." We all shook hands. Martin left the drawings with the builder and we went back home.

I got a check, wrote it out for the ridiculously low amount, and went back to give it to the builder. He said he would probably pour the patio tomorrow after he tore down the current one and moved the shed. He also had to put in the big pillars that would hold up the roof at the same time. He was sorry he was going to interrupt our supper area. We all agreed we could suffer for one day.

I couldn't figure out how he was going to get it all done. I told everyone that we might get kicked off the patio in the morning as these guys start early. Charlie and Jim said I should put my two bikes in their sheds now, as that way, the workers wouldn't see what I had.

Sue and I, along with Ruth and Tiny, did our walk and swam for a half-hour. We sat in the hot tub where Sue teased Tiny into going down on her before plowing her thoroughly. Ruth wanted some tender loving that included lots of nipple sucking, some clit licking, and a slow fuck that lasted until Tiny unleashed his second load. We walked back to the patio giggling. We had a beer while both girls were dipping fingers into their leaking pussies, feeding the juices to each other. It was enough to make Tiny and I get hot again. We dragged the women off to bed for more.

Sue was really cantankerous, wanting me to go down on her and get her off a couple of more times, claiming she was really horny. She just wanted to see if I'd eat her thoroughly while she still sported a good bit of Tiny's double load. I could only imagine that Tiny was face first in my leftovers in Ruth.

Once Sue had come three or four more times with fingers massaging her special spot, and other fingers up her butt, making her squirt, she wanted me behind her, giving it to her as hard and as deep as I could get. This resulted in a quick come. Sue moaned, "I wish I had more energy, I'd have you clean me out and fuck me all over again. Just lay here with me though, I am thoroughly fucked out. That was good. Tiny's an appetizer for me. When he's done, I'm so hot for you, I'm dripping."

I was going to say 'Yeah, dripping with Tiny's stuff, ' but thought better of it.

She didn't say anything else. She fell asleep, kissing me, holding me.



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Chapter 39



Day Thirty-nine - Thursday

I woke to a wonderful feeling. Sperm was shooting from my dick into something clutching, hot, and moist. Sue's pussy smell was intoxicatingly strong.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see pussy, Sue's delicious pussy, while she continued to suck on my dick that was trying to soften. I lashed out with my tongue and felt her jump. I attached my mouth over her delicious pussy and sucked, licked, and tongued her clit until she grunted, quivered, and choked on my dick that was now growing back to full strength.

"Stop, stop, I can't take anymore, you made me come already. Stop!"

I gave her one last lick, picked her up, turning her around to be given a very spermy kiss. She had it all around her lips and chin. A messy eater.

"You came so much I couldn't swallow it fast enough. I'm so horny, it must be getting close to my period. Do you still think I should go off my pills? Is it too early? Maybe we should wait another month or so to make a baby," Sue said.

"A baby, as to when it comes and gets started, is your call. You decide; I'll be happy with whatever you decide. We'll be happy, however you do it."

We got up and while she was sitting on the john, I put on the two pots of coffee. We fooled around in the shower, but didn't do the deed again. How lucky can a guy get, getting woken up with a blowjob like that?

The light was on at six-fifteen, inviting our little world to come alive. I explained to everyone that today was going to be our last morning for a day or so as the patio was being expanded. The builder had said his guys would be here at seven, so we needed to drink up and move the tapper to the end of the trailer.

We all only had two cups of coffee each, then we moved all the furniture far out into the yard, bunched it up toward Sue's old house. I used the hand truck from the shed to move the tapper over to the side of Martin's where he plugged it in, saying it would work there for a couple of days.

All the guys picked up the shed and carried it out into the yard. I moved all the misc. stuff like the compressor, tools, and bench.

Just before seven, the contractor pulled up in his pickup, with several other pickups parking along the street. I had pulled mine in behind Sue's car.

Some of his men immediately began taking down the awning. Two were using surveyor instruments, staking out the new patio, while a couple more men started using sledgehammers to bust up the existing concrete.

When everyone was busy to his satisfaction the contractor told me to follow him and walked around to the other side of the building. How about I put in a carport and awning that would keep the front door, and your office door, out of the rain? You don't need an additional pad for a carport but it would be nice to keep the car out of the sun. I agreed and told him to build it along with a twenty foot long shed. I thought thirty-two feet would be a little much.

Sue said she was going to stay home and work again, as the girls were going to help her with a new project. She said she had an idea that would probably double her business instantly. She wanted to try it.

When I got to the shop, Abe and Al already had the panels on the generator and had it pulled out in front of the shop. This one was painted international orange and looked really impressive.

I called the welding supply house and asked the owner if he was ready for another big one. He said bring it on. He had a customer down the street that could use it.

Abe put on his Onan shirt while the guys hooked up the generator to my tow hitch. I told the two of them to cut up the remaining sets of tubing as we were going to build all the frames we could, then start fooling with sheet metal.

Abe and I were in and out of the supply house so fast we forgot to buy the supplies I needed. The owner said he had orders for at least four more when we could get them. I thought I might just order the supplies and have them delivered. They did brag about free delivery. I dropped by the bank and got a cashier's check for Abe's ten percent. He was grinning broadly, staring at the check.

Abe told me, "This is Alice's new stove. She wants one of those with a ceramic top that you can't see the raised area for pans and burners. This will get her the best. I'm rat holing all my lawn mower money for our vacation to Hawaii this fall. I've already got enough and now I'm saving up for some fun times over there.

Back at the shop, the guys were ready to start bending pipe. They had already cleaned all the ends up so they wouldn't have to stop before they tacked and welded.

I let them measure and mark, making sure they measured a minimum of two times to confirm the length and where the bend was supposed to begin and end. They bent a tube then re-measured, making sure they did it correctly. I complimented them on doing the double-checking as that was the way to confirm perfection.

I helped them set up parts to start tacking, explaining why I did it this way, and why it was so important to confirm and reconfirm exact placement. It was slow going as they weren't used to being so exacting. While they did one together, I was setting up and tacking one by myself. I was done and welding when the girls showed up with lunch, some delicious ham sandwiches that hit the spot, along with chips and soda.

Abe said he was getting spoiled again. He had told his wife she didn't have to come down every day with his lunch. He had been missing the nice lunches he'd been getting.

After lunch, the guys finished tacking the three sections but were apprehensive about putting them together.

With their help, I re-confirmed all of the angles, lengths, and distances along with the plate placements. I helped them set up the three pieces together, double-checking the location of the connections, then let them tack. They stood back looking at it, proud of their work. I gave them another wire feed arc welder so the two of them could weld on the front and rear at the same time.

I finished up my frame and grinding. I actually finished cleaning and drilling the frame before they were done welding. They had me check all their welds. I complimented them both on their improved beads, saying it was going to be easier to clean up this way. I started them both on cleaning up their welds.

I heard a big diesel motor start and walked over to Abe's shop. He was smiling and said, "I thought so, this one's never been used. There isn't a mark anywhere. All I have to do is service the motor and generator, put in a new battery, put on some new tires, and paint it. It'll be done late tomorrow. That'll be easy money for me.

I asked Abe if he had heard about the truck yet. He said he had. The transmission linkage was stuck because a nut had come off. There wasn't anything wrong with the transmission. I asked him if we should go get it and he said he would walk next door for it when I needed it. The repair shop was here at the storage place.

I ran over to the new building to see if the electric and water were on. I looked through the building real quick, deciding to thoroughly wash and paint the entire shop, especially the floors, so they would look like Gene's place. It's nice to have a clean workplace.

I drove by the house to see two concrete trucks pouring the slab. The uprights were already in place and there was a large stack of materials in the yard next to the slab. On the other side of our house, I was stunned to see the carport and awning already up with Sue's car underneath. This guy works fast.

I could see activity at the rear of the house, so I walked back to see that a pad had already been poured for the new shed. The concrete would be a continuous extension from the patio. Out from there, two guys were putting together a commercial steel building that would be the shed. I was impressed.

I asked the contractor if he knew of a service that could clean up a building, paint everything, including resealing and painting the floors. I wanted the place to really look nice. He smiled at me and said, "I'll need something to do when we finish this tomorrow."

"I thought this was going to take a week?" I said questioning him.

"It normally would, but I don't have any other jobs till Monday. Every one of my men is here. We can do a lot in a very short time, so this is going to be done tomorrow. I can start on your shop and work Friday and Saturday at your shop. We could rebuild a building in two days. Let's run and see it."

We quickly drove to the new building and went through what I wanted. He opened all the doors and looked at everything, "I'll need a couple of lifts to clean and paint up high but we can also use them to change all your ballasts and lamps while we're here. We'll paint everything the same color it is now, mostly white, so it will be bright out here. I think I know what you want for the floor, I'll double seal it, and paint it with a non-skid paint that waxes really nice. The place will look like you can eat off the floor. Do you know the NASCAR guy over in Drew Park?"

"Gene?"

"That's him. We did his shop; we'll fix yours up just like his, that all right?"

"Great, just what I want."

"It'll be done Saturday, my guys will love you for the work."

As we drove back to the house, I was a little worried that he had not quoted a price or asked for a deposit.

Back at the shop the guys were finishing up the frame. They were proud of it. I showed them how to drill the holes with a special clamp-on drill press. They didn't know to use a little oil around the bit so they went through a couple of bits pretty quick. I showed them how to do it gently so they saved the bit and didn't take a chance of bending and breaking bits, sending sharp metal flying through the air.

We put one of the frames in the new space for sheet metal assembly then put the other in the back of the welding space. I had Al begin setting up his equipment while I had Tom put away his equipment and clean up our work area. I had to remind him the work bench should always be neat and clean. Clean meant swept with a hand broom and washed if necessary.

When he was done, I had him help Abe till five, while I helped Al finish getting his area ready to work. I asked Al if he thought Tom would be a help tomorrow. He thought for a minute then said, "Yes, he's trying really hard to learn as much as he can. He's also following your lead to try to do perfect work. I didn't think I could do it, but you and Abe showed me how. I'm confident now and I'll teach Tom while we work."

"Okay, good," I said then continued "we need to come up with an idea on how to assemble the sheet metal on the racecar, but be able to remove it quickly and easily. They usually use pop rivets and tack welding to hold the sheet metal on. I want to see if we can find a way to give them the car so they can remove some panels to install their equipment, then reattach the panels when they are through. Not all of the panels need to be quick change, just the ones for access and the ones most often damaged during races."

Al said, "I'll think about it tonight and we can experiment after I get a car put together. I don't like pop rivets either. They tear the metal and don't hold all the time."

At five, we were cleaned up and ready to roll. Our group met next to Martin's place where the beer and tables were. Glenda had some roast pork with black beans and both yellow and white rice. That is always a filling supper. In no time at all, the food was devoured and a lot of beer consumed. We were going to need a new keg pretty soon.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the Budweiser truck pulled up. The driver said he figured we were probably getting close. He opened the fridge and lifted the old keg out with one hand saying, "You guys are more than close, you're empty. He poured the last of the beer into mugs then swapped kegs.

Glenda made him sit and eat supper, saying he was working way too late. He smiled and willingly ate the good food. Before he left, he gave us a couple of sleeves of cups, along with two cases of cans, saying he knew we used some cans too, as he saw them before. With a wave he said, "The cans are on me."

We slid the cans in next to the keg so they would chill for when we wanted them. All the guys looked at how much the folks had done today. It was amazing. The shed was done but the old shed was still up, as they couldn't move the new one onto the slab yet because the floor had been wet.

The cross pieces were installed on the pillars, so all that had to be done is lay the metal rafters for the roof and install the roof panels. The electrical was stubbed out, ready to be run to the fans, so that would be fast. Out in the yard, the bar was built, ready to be carried into position. There were rough outs for the water, drain, and electrical. The weather was nice and dry, so the concrete should dry and cure over night sufficiently for them to finish.

Sue and I took a walk, forsaking a ride. I told her about having the contractor clean up and paint the new shop. That excited her. She then told me she had come up with a way to more than double her current business. She had put it into effect and was already receiving orders. She said she had advertised within several women's on-line magazines. The ads were instant and the orders were almost as instant. She said the manufacturer was already expanding.

She said she was sorry she had not been able to help me, but knew I was mainly teaching Al and Tom. I told her of Abe's success and she was equally pleased.

We swam hard for close to thirty minutes then decided to just go home and watch some TV.

Watching TV with the hottest lady you've ever met is an exercise in restraint. We were lying in bed watching a rerun movie on the bedroom TV. Sue was snuggled, with her head on my bare chest, giving it an occasional kiss. The sheet and comforter were pulled up over our waist and my right hand was lying across her side on her stomach, under her attention getters.

We were both sleepy and tired from an exciting and eventful day, but were trying to stay awake a little longer to watch the movie. When Sue's kisses stopped and her breathing became regular, I figured her to be asleep so I relaxed, closing my eyes for a second.

"Wake up, wake up, Steve, somebody is outside by my car. Wake up."

Sue was in a panic as a shadow passed near the window. Her voice had me awake and when what she had said registered, I swung my feet out of bed and slipped on my shorts while reaching into the beside drawer for my 9-millimeter. As I silently walked to the front door, I slid a round into the chamber but didn't flip off the safety. My finger was on it, but I didn't want to take a chance of the gun going off when I didn't want it too.

As quietly as possible, I unlocked the front door and turned the knob, gently pulling the door open. I could see a guy by an old Chevy that was setting in the street. He was looking toward the rear of the house where the new and the old shed were. I saw a motion inside Sue's car and realized someone was inside doing something at the dashboard, probably stealing the radio. Just as I was going to step out of the door, a guy came around from the back of the house carrying my toolbox. He must be really strong as the weight of the box had to be over two hundred pounds.

What caught my eye was one of his hands that was holding the bottom of the toolbox had what looked like a gun in it. That's really strange as most night sneak thieves don't carry guns.

As the guy passed Sue's car he said in a loud coarse whisper, "Hurry up man I want to get in the house and sample some of that big titted pussy." The guy at the car went to the trunk and opened it.

I felt a presence at my side. Sue was in a big T-shirt with the .380 in her hand. First I whispered in her ear to call 911 and tell them three men have broken into your car and our shed. Make sure you tell them one of them has a gun and said he was going to break into the house. I'm going outside. Close the door and lock it, then call. I kissed her then motioned with my finger over my lips to stay quiet and slipped outside.

I heard the door close and the lock click. I was going to have to get some dead bolts.

Staying close to the house I slipped up to the car to see a small thin guy working with a screwdriver and a pair of wire cutters in his hand. It looked like the guy had some kind of rubber gloves on. The kind doctors use.

The light from the car had been shut off or broken, so I couldn't see too well as I slipped up behind him and put the gun to the side of his face, "Be very quiet, if you move too fast or yell, you will be very dead. Drop the tools and keep your hands in sight over your head. Back up very slowly and get on your knees outside the car. I was keeping the gun to his head so he could feel it. As he slid out backward a nickel-plated revolver came into view.

"Don't even think about touching the piece. You'll be dead before you can get your hand on the grip. Keep backing up, and get on your knees. As he got on his knees, I swung my other hand in a closed fist against the side of his head. The guy fell over, I hoped only out cold for a while.

I reached in and took the revolver out of the car, tucking it into my waistband.

The big guy had put the toolbox into the trunk of the car and was motioning the guy by the car to come with him. They were looking my way but couldn't see me as the car door hid my form. It was too dark for them to see their black clad buddy on the ground.

I slipped around the front of Sue's car, moving to the rear, keeping low and the car between me and the two approaching figures. The car attendant was shaking his head no and the big guy was getting angry. The big guy said fairly loud, "This guy always has a lot of cash, and I want some of his ole' lady. Don't worry about a thing, see this gun, it'll scare the shit out of them and we'll do whatever we want." The guy was about to put a foot on the front door step when I faintly heard a siren. He hesitated and the car attendant looked like he was turning to get back to the car. The big guy reached for the guy and grabbed him by the neck saying, "We got time, let's do it."

"Stop, drop your gun. Don't move or I'll shoot."

The big guy hesitated, released the car attendant and turned toward me swinging the gun toward.

Before he was fully turned there was a muzzle flash right at the rear of the car in the street. The big guy stopped his turning movement, falling forward on his face. The other guy thinking he could get away ran toward the car. Shawna stepped out from the rear of the car and told the guy to freeze. He stopped in his tracks holding his hands up.

Shawna hollered out, "There were three of them, do you know where the other guy is?"

"Taking a nap, Shawna, next to Sue's car," I said while making my way back around the car to check up on the guy.

"Two of these guys looked like they had guns, did your guy have one?"

"I got it, he was laying on it while trying to take out Sue's radio."

"Was it chrome or something like that? It reflected a lot of light."

"Nickel plated."

The sirens were getting close, entering the park. Two cars slid to a stop with deputies jumping out, grabbing their guns, "Put down your guns, put them on the ground, put your hands up and stand back."

The car attendant put his hands down as Shawna and I put our guns on the ground and stood with our hands up. The stupid guy started walking toward the deputies saying, "These two pointed guns at me saying they were going to shoot me. Thank goodness you guys came to save me."

He was going to walk on by the deputies when one of them said, "Stop, put your hands up and get on your knees, now."

"What'd I do officer, I was just taking a walk, what'd I do?"

"Be quiet," the deputy said as he cuffed the guy. "Sit down and relax while we sort this out."

The other deputy was holding his gun on Shawna and me, telling us to come out into the light, to move slowly and keep our hands in sight.

I told the deputy, "There is another robber over here waking up. You might want to cuff him. I have his pistol in the waist of my shorts. I'll turn slowly and you can take it out."

Charlie came padding across the street from his now well lit house and front porch saying, "My wife was protecting these folks. We heard them stop out on the street and saw them start to steal stuff. When she saw Steve come out of his house, she came out to back him up."

A third sheriff's car rolled up. A familiar face, Denise' boyfriend, one of the guys who had been involved in one of the earlier problems we had. He got out and came up to me, "What's up Steve, you out defending the neighborhood again?"

"Hey, there is a guy down over here, call an ambulance," the deputy who had cuffed the car attendant said.

Sue came out of the house with a heavy robe on, covering her up very well saying, "I was the person who called 911, that's my car that was broken into." She looked down at the still form of the big guy, "This one had a gun, I saw it, where's it at?"

I said, "I think he fell on it. He was turning it on me when he was shot."

The deputy looking at the guy asked, "You shoot him?"

"Nope, not me."

"Who did?" the deputy asked again.

Shawna said, "I did, he was going to shoot Steve so I shot him. I was aiming at his shoulder so he would drop the gun but he turned his body just before I shot."

The big guy was at the bottom of the stairs so Sue didn't want to have to step over him. I nodded toward the deputy that was still holding his gun on us, "Can I help my wife down from the porch?"

The deputy looked down at his gun then looked back up at Shawna and me while lowering it, "Yeah, go ahead. Don't touch anything, don't touch your weapons."

A good-sized crowd was gathering. Jim and Hanna, Glenda and Martin, Tiny and Ruth were in a huddle that was soon joined by Al and Joan with Tom and Betty. There had to be twenty to thirty other people from the park trying to get a look at what was going on.

A fourth car pulled up with our friend, the old sergeant, now Captain Williams. He walked up to Shawna and me and stuck out his hand saying, "Good to see you two alive and kicking. Who all have you done in this time?" One of the deputies who had listened to what had been said, "Do you know these people, Captain?"

"This is the guy that saved our deputy who was shot out there on 41. These two are also the pair that had that battle with the bunch of assassins that came to kill the lady who used to live here. Meet Steve Sharp, ex-Marine, and a good guy."

The paramedic team pulled up and jumped out of the truck. One of the team began checking on the downed big guy. He felt for a pulse then used his stethoscope to listen for a heartbeat. Turning toward the Captain he said, "This one's DOA, you're gonna need the coroner, are there more?"

I pointed to the guy sitting on the ground still next to Sue's car, "That one probably has a concussion. I hit him to keep him still while his friends were coming to break in the house."

The medics looked the guy over and said, "He'll be okay. Probably a bad headache but considering what usually happens out here, he's lucky."

The Captain took Shawna's statement and he had me sit in his car with him and took mine. He finished with Sue's statement and made sure all the evidence was tagged. He said my gun was not evidence as it had not been fired, but Shawna's was going to have to be impounded for a while.

A deputy that had been with the car attendant came up and said the guy had spilled his guts. The big guy was a concrete truck driver and had delivered out here today. The other two were delivery people for a building supply house who had delivered out here as well.

I asked the deputy to ask the guy why the big guy thought I had a lot of money on me. He went back to the guy for a minute then came to us. "He saw you pay cash for your house. He was a casual worker for the sales lot the day you came in."

"They would have been disappointed today, I don't think I have a hundred bucks on me," I said laughing at the stupidity of people.

The Captain told his guys to transport the two bad guys and he would wait for the coroner's van. They had rolled the big guy over and recovered his gun as evidence.

As the other deputies were leaving he said, "This may solve a whole bunch of burglaries and a couple of home invasions. I know of four that the victims were having major work done on their homes."

The coroner's van arrived with two attendants. They put the big guy on a big-wheeled gurney and slid him into the truck. They gave the Captain a receipt and took off.

"You folks go back to bed. If we need to have you at the trial for the other two, we'll call you. Lock up now and get some sleep."

"How about my toolbox, do you have to have it? It's in the trunk of this guy's car."

"Yeah, we need to have it for evidence right now. After it has been gone over, we'll get it back to you. Goodnight now."

I had picked up my 9-milimeter earlier but had not cleared the chamber so I dropped the clip, slid the action back flipping the round that had been in the chamber and caught it. I put the round back into clip and released the slide and un-cocked the hammer before slipping the clip back into the handle. I handed it to Shawna saying, "You keep this till yours comes back. I feel a hell of lot safer knowing you have something."

Shawna smiled, gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, "Have to watch the back of my husband's partner. Can't have bad guys in our neighborhood."

All our friends came by to say goodnight and were all glad we were okay.

We went inside to find the .380 still on the counter where Sue had left it. I dropped the clip and checked the chamber to see if she had put a round in it. She had, so I ejected the round and put it back into the clip, released the slide then put the clip back in. I took it to the bedroom and put it back into the drawer on her side of the bed.

I checked the other drawer for my other 9-milimeter and checked to see if the clip was loaded. I closed the drawer and told my beautiful wife that it was time to cuddle up and go to sleep. Surprisingly, it was only one o'clock in the morning.

We snuggled up, kissing and hugging, telling each other how much we loved each other. The adrenaline rush went away and we went sound asleep.



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Chapter 40



Day Forty - Friday

I woke up on my back, probably snoring. Sue was on her back too, but was sleeping peacefully, quietly. Since the blanket was at our waists, I had a great opportunity to study Sue's amazing breasts. They were just so round, so full looking. I couldn't imagine what they would look like if she were breast-feeding.

I leaned over and lightly blew on the nearest nipple. First the lower nipple raised the skin of her areola, then after raising to appear as a volcano with a nipple attached, the nipple began to expand and grow longer. What was interesting was as her nipple grew higher and longer, it also appeared her whole breast was firming, filling up till the skin almost looked strained, stretched, totally fascinating.

Sue's hand lifted from the bed, grasped me behind the head, and pulled my mouth down to encompass her enlarged nipple. From the first suck, Sue's legs scissored with excitement, with her delicious aroused scent wafting to my nose.

I switched to the far nipple that was now equally firm and long, encouraging Sue to pull me over her as she spread wide to receive me. As I worked my way into her, her groans almost turned into a song with my slow withdrawal then rapid re-entry. We didn't last five minutes before we were mutually squirting, me squirting inside of her, and Sue juicing all over me. We kissed the kisses of satisfied married lovers, before slowly getting out of bed for our morning ablutions.

While Sue stripped the bed so we could wash the sheets, I opened a window for some fresh air and went into the kitchen to start the coffeepots.

We showered, lovingly washing each other, caressing more than scrubbing. We dressed in our regular clothes as this was going to be a busy day from early till late. I found the two coffee pot warmers with candles and took them and the two coffee pots around the house, going across the yard to where the big table was setup next to Martin's.

I had brought a grill lighter to light the candles so I set them up, lit the candles and put the pots on the stands to keep the coffee warm. I didn't bring a cup so I walked back around the house through the front door to get a cup and put the lighter back. Sue was getting her keys to go get some donuts, but I said that she should take the pickup until I could check out her car.

By the time I got back to the table, all of our friends were there having their first cup, discussing our little Anne Oakley. Shawna said she was sorry that the guy died, but he shouldn't have tried to shoot me. She said she wouldn't have hit him in the chest if he had not leaned, turning toward me.

Al and Tom were a little in awe of the tiny little redhead with an attitude.

At ten to seven the contractor pulled up in his pickup, with several other pickups following him. All the men started right in doing different tasks. The two guys working on the shed hollered for the contractor and then were showing him how the door had been ripped off the old shed.

Knowing that an explanation was in order I went over to explain what happened last night. The contractor asked, "Was there a shot fired? I heard something like a gun go off around eleven fifteen. I finally gave him the entire story. He peered over to try to get a look at the redheaded pixie gunslinger, but she was buried among the coffee group.

As we walked back around the house, I asked the contractor something that had been on my mind. Is there a way to have screens that we could put up? I'll bet mosquitoes are really bad in the summer.

He agreed with me that the mosquitoes were very thick starting the last of April. From May on through November you have to have those bug catcher things to sit out in a yard.

I described what I thought would be good, a double door on each end and in the middle of the side, along with two more doors between the double doors and the corners. If you could attach the screening to the house like you're doing the patio roof; we would be mosquito free in the room. He said that wouldn't be a problem as he had a screen guy in the group working today.

It was amazing to watch them work. In less than a half-hour, the roof was on and being screwed down while two guys were running channels in the roofing for the fans. They had built a small panel next to the sliding glass door that had the fan and light controls for all the fans. The bar was being set in place and four guys were attaching the big hood over where the grill was going.

We all decided it was time to go to work so we split up in many directions. I went to look at Sue's car before I went to the shop. I told her to take it to the dealer and have them make an estimate for the insurance company first, then to authorize the work to be done right away. She said she would get a rental car from Enterprise while they did the work.

I dressed and went to the shop where I had Tom helping Al start cutting out and forming the body panels. I had them number the print and number each piece they cut and formed. Al did good to have Tom learn how to trim the burrs from the fresh cut sheet metal and to use files to round the edges so no one would get cut.

Gene probably had some answers for me, so I drove over to his place. He was busy but when I asked to look at one of his wrecks, he pointed to the back and said, "Help yourself, keep in mind there is a lot of sharp metal on those things."

I looked at the bodies from the outside, from the inside, and all around the sides. One was on its side so I took a look at the floor pan and how it was attached. Some of the panels were welded on, some were pop-riveted. There were some that were bolted on through holes in the plates welded onto the frame. While I was looking at those, I didn't remember any holes on the frame that were that big. I made a mental note to find out about them.

On the way to the shop, I passed by the house. The contractor was cleaning up, he was pitching the last of his stuff into a construction dumpster that was there. He said he was happy I came by so he could get a check and have the job signed off.

He took me to the far side of the house where he showed me the carport and awning erected there. He said the posts were in green concrete but should hold fine.

Around back, the new shed was in place. Inside, my little compressor and welding cart, and the grills, charcoal, and lighter fluid were the only things there. The building was very classy, complete with a worktable down one whole side and two fluorescent fixtures making the inside bright.

We walked out and went through the set of double screen doors at the rear of the patio. He showed me the electrical panel with the fan controls and the other outlets he had installed. Then he showed me the bar. It was large, square in the back where the grill and cook tops were. On each side the bar was a straight area for a couple of feet. On one side was the entrance and on the other was where the counter-height refrigerator was. The rest of the bar was rounded with shelves for glasses and booze and a double stainless steel sink to wash everything up in. He said that in a month, to clear everything off the patio so he could double seal the floor. I might even want to paint it with the special paint he was going to use at the shop after sealing it.

He smiled broadly and said, "You know if you want to, some time in the future I could enclose the whole thing, with good windows that would open when the weather is nice and put in air-conditioning for when it's too hot. I laughed, as he was good at selling add-ons.

I happily wrote the man my personal check for the second half of the patio and the extra carport and shed. I gave him a key to the new shop gate and a key to the main building for the new shop saying I guessed he wouldn't get much done on it today. He said not to worry, he had some of his people getting supplies, and the rest were either already there or on their way.

We shook hands and he was gone. It was amazing that he could do the patio so fast. His men had put all the yard furniture back on the patio and had moved the beer refrigerator into the patio. While I was looking at it, Martin came over with the park owner. The owner said he hoped I would hurry up and leave so he could move in. I told him not to get too anxious, as I didn't plan on leaving soon.

Sue came out and said she was done with office work today, and, she hoped for a while. She was tired of numbers and computer screens. She said the two girls were going to keep up with stuff from now on but would call her when they needed her. Sue said she was going to get a cell phone like mine so they could call her when they needed.

I went into the house and got the business check book and the little payroll guide for deductions along with a couple of W-4's that we needed on file.

Sue and I drove to the shop to find the guys holding pieces of sheet metal up to the frame. There were some pretty good sized pieces laying on the frame, making it look almost like the front of a car.

Al showed me where some pieces were doubled by tacking the two pieces of sheet metal together then welding around the edges before grinding and filing it smooth. Al said Tom had done all the critical welding. I looked at the welds and proudly complimented Tom on them.

Al said he had not come up with a way to temporarily attach the panels. He said we could screw them on and they could be unscrewed, then later pop-riveted and/or welded back on.

I told them both that I would arrange for them to work with the crew chief and his crew when Gene built the next car so they could learn more. They both agreed that would be good. Al said he only had the top to complete as it had some flaps that raised when a car was in an accident and began to spin or go backwards. The flaps were to help the car from going airborne and flipping. He showed me the multiple pieces he and Tom were finishing up.

Al said they could finish Monday and before going back over everything to make sure all the pieces were exact, clean, and ready to paint and mount.

Sue had Tom, Al, and Abe fill out the W-4's, then figured up their wages for the week and wrote checks. When she handed them to the guys, they were really excited. Al said, "I'm going to enjoy producing perfect work. You're going to be proud of what we will do."

Tom had tears in his eyes, "You've taught me so much in a week and you pay me too. I keep thinking I should be paying you for the schooling."

Abe came in with Sue waving his check, "What's this? You already gave me my commission this week."

"We're going to pay you for leading this shop and teaching these two what they'll need to know to be leaders as this place grows. I have an idea we are going to be busy from now on. Next week, we'll take a couple of days and move everything to the new shop. I think you all are going to be happy there.

All three of you have knocked yourselves out this week. Take off. Go home for lunch and stay there. Drudgery will begin again Monday morning."

Sue and I left for the new shop to look over the office and showroom areas to see what we wanted to do with them. We acted like customers and went in through the front doors, trying to picture what would look good in the showroom.

"How about a race car complete with tires making it look like it was ready to go," Sue said excitedly. "We could paint it up with special colors, maybe even have Shawna paint it. It could be bare inside, but if it looked like a real car, customers would get the idea. It will be the number 13 S&S special."

"Good idea, Sue, next to it we could have a raw frame to let folks know we do that. A bike frame would be good too."

Sue thought about it and said, "How about we fix up one of those generators, maybe a small one and put it on the floor too, with real or fake plants and a few potted palms."

When you looked around the showroom, there were a couple of offices with glass windows looking out to the showroom, and in the back wall of the offices were windows looking out into the shop. In the center of the back offices there were two big double doors that went out to the main shop.

On the left side of the showroom was a staircase that went upstairs to an office area. We walked up the stairs and entered a door to be met with a lot of frantic work. The ceiling was being [TDB1] dusted and the windows washed before walls were painted. As the crew left a room, a carpet shampoo crew was washing carpet. There were four big offices, one with a large office and conference area with glass windows overlooking the main shop, a big conference room, plus a lunchroom with a full kitchen.

When you looked from left to right, on the left was the really big office with a conference area, then three big offices, all with windows to the shop, and then on the right end there was the lunchroom. Opposite the lunchroom was a large conference room with a couple of windows to the outside. When you had your back to the offices you looked out over a railing onto the showroom. It was like a balcony.

As we stood in the big office, looking at the shop activity, Sue said, "The only thing wrong with this place is you're going to outgrow this within a year. Show me how much room you have outside so we can see if we will be able to build on."

We went downstairs and out the front door. There was a large blacktop parking area for employees and customers that was adequate. The parking area was not fenced in. The rest of the area was fenced in with an eight-foot fence with a barbed wire tilt out at the top. The lot should be secure. There was a fifty-foot asphalt apron around the building but then there was open dirt and weed area for the rest of the property.

"Looks like we could double the building and still have room to add on," I said looking at the property.

Sue agreed, "You're right. This should hold you for a couple of years, depending on what else you decide to do."

I told Sue, "I was thinking of trying to corner the market with the NASCAR owners. If they knew they could have a frame delivered on demand, I think we could get most of that business. Then if we were able to deliver a package that included ready to install sheet metal, we would really be in demand."

"We would still do custom work for whoever wanted it. I should be able to train three or four more guys to do welding and sheet metal. That should just about handle it."

I continued, "I'm thinking that Abe needs at least two apprentices to help him. If they were any good, Abe could turn out a minimum of one good rebuild a week. If we had enough people and used product, we could probably get two out a week. I'll have to find more outlets, but I bet we can find them right here in Florida."

Sue asked, "So what do you figure that will gross you?"

"I was figuring on thirty from the rebuilds, and thirty to fifty on the racing shop."

"Is sixty to eighty thousand a month going to be enough? Even with some custom work you would still be under a hundred, and that's barely a million a year."

I looked at Sue funny, "Are you joking? That's a week honey. I'm figuring on about twelve million a year."

"Oops, I should have known better. Wow! Twelve million a year, what do you think the company could net? You're building up to have a bunch of costs."

"I don't know, but the company should make about twenty to twenty-five percent. Ten would make us fat, but it'll do better than that."

"You amaze me. You went on vacation and in less than sixty days you're on the verge of having a twelve million dollar a year business."

"Let's go home and have a beer. I'm ready to take a ride, to let off some steam."

We stopped by Jan and Dell's to say hi to Charlie and Shawna, telling them we were ready to let off some steam tonight. They agreed but said supper was going to be special. It was Shawna's turn, but she said a special guest was bringing it.

At home we found the patio full of people. Abe and Alice had come over and were in the gliders next to Martin and Glenda. Tiny was off early and was with Ruth, drinking beer at the table. Tom and Al, with Betty and Joan, were on the patio drinking beer. Joan was in a shorts set that I recognized from the catalog. Hanna had gotten off work already and was sitting at the bar, watching everyone.

I looked around and said, "This place needs a couple of things. For one, the big table Martin was talking about. We have to find one. Two, we need one of those giant screen TVs for sports or whatever we want to watch. Three, we need some music. We need to set the place up with speakers on the ceiling and whatever types of players either at the bar or in the family room. And fourth and foremost, we need a pool table either in the family room or one of those indoor outdoor ones for out here." With each item named there were cheers. Sue, who was on my lap, holding my beer said, "So, what are ya gonna do about it, dude? Ya gonna complain or make it happen?"

"Consider it done."

I looked around and asked, "Who knows about stereos and music?"

Ruth said, "Tiny knows electronic equipment. He has some clients that do that stuff. Let him handle the music and TV."

Abe said, "Martin and I know all the furniture places around. We'll find that table. What else do you want with it?"

"Make the table so it can be broken down into two or three pieces so it can be added onto if we need it. For chairs, how about game table chairs? You know, the kind of chairs that are strong but comfortable with good industrial casters on them so people aren't dragging chairs around."

Sue said, "Good idea."

"I'll find the pool table. The inside family room will hold a nine footer so I'm going to look for a Gold Crown like your Uncle has. A game store will have game tables too so we'll pick up a card table for cards or games. Those indoor outdoor pool tables are cute but they're just not that good with action on the balls."

"What else do we need out here?" I asked thinking we were getting it covered.

Abe's eyes sparkled, "Some dancing girls would be nice."

Alice punched him laughing at him, "You old pervert, all you think about is pussy. Since you've been back to work, you're about to wear mine out."

"Not likely," Abe smiled. "You're the one who's been trying to get me back up the second or third time every night."

Those two were good entertainment.

Jim came in, joining Hanna and pouring each a beer, saying that Charlie and Shawna should be here any minute.

We heard Charlie's bike. He rode up to his trailer single, no Shawna. A couple seconds later, a silver crew cab pickup pulled up on the grass. The pixie hopped out yelling, "I brought the food." She paused and grinned, "And the dancing girls."

Big Jim got out of the driver's door of the pickup and began hauling boxes to the patio. Folks opened the doors for him and went out to help bring more in. Pretty soon three good looking women came climbing out of the rear seat of the truck. Denise was one of them, along with her roommate, and another girl I had never seen before. All three were provocatively dressed to tease.

Denise came over in front of me with Sue on my lap. "Come on, get up, I want some of him for a second, share a little." With that she pulled Sue up by the arm then plopped down on my lap.

She was hefting her tits at me with her hands saying, "They ain't near as nice as your wife's, but they're still pretty nice, want a taste?"

The other two girls had their arms over the shorter Sue's shoulders trying to play with her tits. Denise saw them and said, "Come on, how about a little tumble, the girls will make Sue feel good and have a good time while we relive some old times."

I stood, standing Denise on her feet pointing toward Abe, "See that guy? His wife is saying he's wearing her out, fix him up and you'll make her happy. I want to see what smells so damned good."

Big Jim, Charlie, and Jim were spreading out food. There were three big pans of Lasagna with a pan of extra sauce, a bunch of rolls, and three big bowls of Caesar salad. We were going to feast.

I shook hands with Jim, welcoming him to our place. He said he had been here for the wedding but had not seen this patio before. I explained it had just been installed.

Jim said the girl I didn't know was his wife who Denise had been talked into coming along. With Denise around, now that she has a steady guy, she is a lot of fun. Good ole' double D is a trip.

We all ate while some were drinking beer, some iced tea, some Sue's Diet Coke, and a lot of us were having some of the red wine Jim had brought. I don't know what Shawna had traded to get Jim to bring out our supper, but it was a treat anyway you look at it.

When supper was over and Abe had been teased to distraction, with Alice laughing at how bad the girls were being without really doing anything, Jim cleaned up, loaded his dancing girls and left, saying he'd be back to join our patio group often.

Charlie and Jim looked at each other then said, "Who's up to travel?"

I had opened the sliding doors to the family room and pulled the TV around so it could be seen and heard from the patio. I told the five couples we were leaving and to enjoy themselves but to lock up when they left.

Sue and I dressed to ride, so I went over to Charlie's and pulled the newly rebuilt show bike out with the two helmets. We loaded up and rode out of the park, shouting and laughing from the exhilaration of being free.

We rode straight to the clubhouse; glad-handed with Hap and his men a little, then rode down to Jim's. We drank a beer, shot some pool, played grab ass with Double D. and Jim's wife, then rode to the Vanishing point with four or five other couples. We repeated the fun there, saying hi to all and having another beer. Charlie wanted to go down to the St. Pete clubhouse so we blasted off taking I-275 across the Howard Franklin bridge on south till the turn off.

We were greeted like long lost cousins. Charlie had told Hap we were going so he had warned them to be on the lookout. The guys fawned over Sue in her sexy top that didn't hide a lot while the redheaded pixie ruled among a bunch of guys ogling my bike.

We only stayed about a half-hour before riding over to US 19 and headed north to Hudson where there was a bar I had not been to yet. There had to be a hundred bikes parked around a fairly small building. Once inside you found out that the back wall of the building had been knocked out and there was a giant patio with a huge bar. They even had a band. Jim and Charlie introduced me to a ton of folks who never saw my face. Their eyes were locked on Sue's deep cleavage and bulbous breasts.

Hanna seemed to know everyone here and explained it was where she had grown up. She had been a biker's daughter and was with her dad whenever she could. That's how she met Jim.

Charlie said, "Let's go try out the hot tub, I could use a bubble bath."

We drove back across 580, took Race Track Road north to the East Mobely cut off to Gunn highway. From there we took Erhlich, to Bearss, to Florida, and north to home, about thirty minutes of nice riding.

I put away the bike in the new shed and locked the door. Inside I stripped and put on a robe while Sue was standing naked, teasing me, holding her robe. With our flip-flops, we went next door to Ruth and Tiny's. Sue took off her robe and stood nude in front of the door. When Tiny answered I thought he was going to choke to death. Ruth saw he was startled and came to the door to burst out laughing.

"Wanna come to the hot tub with us?" Sue asked in a provocative voice.

"Ye, ye, yes, yes we do," Tiny finally got out.

Ruth stripped in the living room and walked out on the porch nude. When Ruth is nude, she is really nude as her pubes are absolutely bare. Tiny came outside carrying a robe for Ruth to put on.

Sue and Ruth walked back over to our house carrying their robes to the shock of the two couples waiting for us. Hanna took one look at the girls and shucked her robe. Little red riding hood said, "Might as well," and took her robe off too.

They actually walked naked the less than quarter mile up the well lit street, all the way to the pool area carrying their robes.

With the girls wound up, it didn't take long until they were directing us guys to do nasty things to them. All the guys sampled all the available pussy before we got to dip our wicks for the first time. It took us almost two hours to get all the orneriness out of our systems. By then we guys were all drained, the tub and four pussies fairly floated in sperm.

Back on the patio, we had another beer, saying we needed to get some booze for the bar. Tiny said he would stop by ABC liquor and pick up a selection. Sue said she would pick up a selection of soda at the grocery, along with a couple of gallons of iced tea.

We adjourned to our respective bedrooms. A very playful Sue greeted me and she wanted more. I played with her breasts, sucked on her nipples till she could hardly breathe because she was coming so much, then went down on her, sucking and finger rubbing her special spot.

Sue was juicing all over, actually shooting her delicious stuff out of her pussy. One time she had me above her while she used her breasts to rub me off while she sucked on the head of my dick.

The finale was Sue on her knees demanding that I pound her harder and harder. We came together with me probably dribbling out a very tiny bit of baby making juice.

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Chapter 41



Day Forty-one - Saturday

I looked at the clock that told me that I should go back to sleep. Today was Saturday, nothing big scheduled. The new shop will be done today, so we can start moving Monday.

Too bad we didn't use up all of the frame materials. There was enough material to do two more frames and of course there was enough sheet metal to create one more set. Al seemed to be pretty fast. I'll have to have Gene evaluate what he has produced so far to see if it is quality work. It looked like it to me, but we'll see.

I thought to myself that it was funny to think of those two and their qualities. When I originally thought of them, it was Tom that I thought would be the leader. Al turned out to be a decent leader and a very capable craftsman. He learned fast and worked hard to be exacting. I need two or three more guys just like him.

Tom can produce good work, but he needs a partner to keep him moving and to encourage his best work. There is a self-motivation issue there. I'll find what rings his bell and he'll take off. There is always something for everyone.

Hope Abe and Martin can find a table and the type of chairs I wanted, a table that could be broken down to multiple tables and with chairs on wheels. That would be perfect for the big patio. We need some bar stools, too.

I looked at the clock and it was nearing six. Guess more sleep is out of the question. Sweet Sue is sleeping so nicely. She feels so good next to me. I'm lucky to have found someone that is very compatible with me but is not a wallflower. She can be so dynamic and has as much, if not even more, drive than I do. What a babe! Just looking at her excites me. She is beautiful. She's also very erotic if you like big, big, boobs. Wow, does she have some tits!S I wonder if she ever thinks how fast this has all happened. I know I push things when I see they can be done. I even expect others to feel the urgency of doing something right, not waiting for something else. I'm even surprised at myself for having started a business so easily, for making a bunch of money pretty quickly, and for expanding it at a phenomenal speed. Too bad my folks aren't around to see their son, who had no direction in life, taking off now. My brother and sister are going to shit when they find out I'm not on some far off oil rig, hiding from the world. I have to call them to let them know. I may have to call them to let them know they are going to be an aunt and an uncle. Is this too fast to be having babies? We just met; but we committed our total selves to each other. We gave ourselves to each other completely. Do I trust her implicitly? You bet. Do I think we are perfect together? You bet and damn I hope I do so forever. Has there been one word of discontent from either of us? Nope. Do I want babies? It would be awesome to be a dad. Will Sue be a good mom? A great mom, but I bet she'll be amazingly over-protective. That's not all bad. Wow, babies, or at least we'll start working on one baby. That'll be fun. I kissed her gently on the forehead, thinking I'd get up, go to the bathroom, then start the coffee.

The kiss worked magic. Sue opened her eyes, gave me a million dollar smile pulling my face down to hers so we could really kiss. She rolled on top of me saying, "My, my, what's going on down there, have you been thinking about me?"

I've been thinking about everything, I thought, but said, "I've been thinking of how much I love you and how great a mom you will be."

That won me some points, as she began aggressively kissing me all over the face then moved down my neck and chest to suck on a hairy nipple. When her hand found my very erect pussy-plunger, her face followed her hand to give me some licks and a few sucks before coming back up to my face while straddling me.

She rubbed me up and down her rapidly moistening pussy lips, then fit me into her and began sinking onto me.

"Let's practice making one of those little creatures I want so bad," Sue said in an excited voice.

As she plunged me into her, she rose to offer me her full breasts and erect nipples to suck on. How could I resist? As soon as I began sucking on a nipple, her hips went to overdrive, pounding me into her rapidly.

Mornings are funny as both of our bodies' race to the blast off stage so very quickly that we hardly get a chance to consider holding back and savoring the feelings. We were both coming, Sue quivering and shaking with her eyes squeezed shut, me shooting my seed directly into her womb.

Sue laid her head on my chest, catching her breath, "That first one in the morning is so hot. It's like our bodies have been craving each other all night and they can't wait to get off with each other."

That was well said. I couldn't agree more. To show her, I raised her face to mine to give her the most tender, loving kiss I could.

When we pulled apart, Sue said, "Let's get a shower. Somehow, I think today is going to be busy. We both want to get a lot done here at home."

We showered and I put on shorts and a T-shirt while Sue put on one of her super-sexy, revealing, short gowns. We had coffee made and had two pounds of bacon cooking when I turned on one patio light at six thirty.

I didn't think anyone would show up early on a Saturday morning, but Tom and Al with their wives were there almost immediately. Joan was wearing a gown that was almost the same as Sue's, while Betty had a robe that was kind of a peek-a-boo robe. Glenda was next, wearing a sexy robe, saying Martin was dressing and would be over in a minute.

Hanna and Shawna came from Shawna's, both wearing mesh sports T-shirts that didn't hide a thing. The funny part was the T-shirts were not real long. As the two walked over, each of their pussies was flashing in the false dawn light. Ruth, never to be outdone, came in the back screen doors with another of her translucent robes. What a way to start the day.

Poor Al and Tom were gawking at all the wonderful shows we were being given. Their wives weren't much help as they were both trying to hide the fact they were rubbing their husbands' crotches as they eyed the near naked women.

I thought it funny that Martin, Charlie, Jim, and Tiny were still on their way, while their near nude wives were already here, competing to show off in the early morning.

Betty, the quiet wife of Tom said, "I just love these mornings. When we wake up, I'm so excited about coming over here that Tom has to try to calm me down. I think it would take two or three Toms to quiet me down sometimes. I know Joan's the same. I've heard her and Al these last few mornings having what sounds like some really fun times."

"Betty, don't tell all our secrets. These people will think we're kinky or something," Joan said.

"Honey," Ruth commented "we're all more than a little kinky, just relax and enjoy it."

I had been going in and out while Sue was working on breakfast. I had broken four dozen eggs into a bowl to scramble and made up a big batch of biscuits. I had Sue save the bacon grease so I could make some milk gravy.

It was nice to have this big kitchen with a big ceramic cook top to work with. It made cooking fast. As Sue was taking the food out, I made the gravy and put it into a big bowl with a dipper, and followed Sue to the patio.

The guys were all there now, so our group was complete now, except for Abe and Alice.

Speaking of the devil, they pulled up in Alice's new car. Martin said, "Just like Abe, put food on the table and the skinny little runt shows up every time."

When they each loaded up a plate and sat, Alice commented, "You girls sure are trying to start a riot this morning. Are you all planning on taking an early nap? The way you're dressed, the men are going to want one as soon as you go home. I will probably have to take Abe home to settle him down since he's been looking at all of you."

Breakfast was a big hit with the group this morning. Everyone seemed to enjoy having a nice breakfast to get the weekend going.

Tiny talked about picking up the stuff he needed to make music on the patio. He said he was going to go by Best Buy to look at their big TV's as well. I told him that he could put it on his credit card and I would reimburse him for it.

Abe and Martin had a list of places that they were going to go to for the table and chairs we were looking for. Alice and Glenda were going along to make sure whatever that they found was nice.

The shock of the morning came from our two new couples. Tom asked if he and Al could go to the shop to make up the last two frames we had materials for. Tom said he felt he could do an even better job faster than he had before and wanted to get more experience. Al said they were planning on finishing the two frames and getting most of the second set of panels done today.

"That would be great," I said surprised at their request, "I'm not sure you can get both of those jobs complete in a day but you're welcome to try. This will be at time and a half. I'm getting the best deal out of it as I would rather move a completed frame, rather than raw materials."

Betty and Joan were in the kitchen talking to Sue, so I knew something was up there.

I wanted to go to an equipment auction being held out on hwy 301 as well as check on how the building was coming along. I needed to register the big truck too, as the guys were going to be there Monday morning to start moving us.

I asked Abe if he thought we would need a bigger compressor for the new shop. He suggested that instead of one big one, I try to find another about the same size of the one we have. He thought that would be the best way to handle it, as when we were painting, he needed a constant pressure.

Painting, I forgot about that. I need to go down to the new building to talk to the contractor.

As everyone left to begin their projects or go to work, Sue told me the girls wanted to work also. They were going to finish a major project Sue had started them on. They were going to track the quantities of each size sold for the last year so Sue could have the manufacturer produce garments proportionately. She said she knew their standard assortments per dozen wasn't working out right and that she could save the factory a bunch of money. It would mean fewer end-of-season sales, but that is not be a bad thing either.

Sue wanted to come with me, and Hanna asked if she could tag along because we always seemed to have fun.

We dressed in jeans and shirts. I went by the bank for a letter of authorization for a ridiculous amount in the event I bid on something at the auction. Sue and I made our deposits and got some cash.

Next stop was the new building. There was a sign company in the front parking lot with a big crane. I looked at Sue, "I didn't order anything from a sign company, I better see about this."

Sue patted my arm saying, "I did. I wanted our name on the building right away."

They were hoisting up a huge S while laying on the parking lot was another S and a big & sign. The word Enterprises was already under where the S was going to go.

I gave her a kiss and said, "I need to talk to the contractor for a few minutes, come on." The showroom door had a bar on it to keep people from coming in with a hand written sign, "wet paint." I peered in to see the floor had been painted and sealed over the paint. In the center of the floor was a giant S&S, really cool looking.

We went around to the back of the building. I looked in the smaller shop area that Abe was going to use. It was complete with the floor painted and the paint seal already on. We didn't go in as it looked like the floor was still wet.

The big overhead doors on the side and the back were both open. Men were spraying a clear seal over the already painted floor. The shop was divided into two distinct areas. I had figured one side for welding and one side for sheet metal forming. Both sides had been painted and both sides had a giant S&S in a circle on the floor.

The contractor walked up to us and asked, "How do you like it?"

"Great!" I said. "But who gave you the idea to paint the S&S on the floor."

He just smiled and nodded toward the grinning Sue.

"I have an addition I need you to make," I said pointing to side of the building where Abe's shop is.

"Already? You haven't even started and you need an addition? Are you getting ahead of yourself?"

"I don't think so. I'll tell you why. We are already doing a lot of painting for our rebuilds. We may be doing even more painting of some panels we are beginning to form. We're going to be gigged by the county and EPA and maybe even workman's comp for not having paint booths. Have you ever built one?"

"I didn't think about a paint booth. You're right, you need one if you do much painting," the contractor said. He added, "Yes I've built several along with the body shops that went with them."

"This is my plan, you can design it the way it needs to be. I want the paint booths, two of them, to be built within an annex that you would build on the side of the building. Something to consider is that I want to make sure whatever I add will not hinder expansion of the building later. I think we will be adding on to the existing building, probably doubling the size. So consider that in your plan to add the paint shop."

"Are you looking for the paint shop in a couple of months, or next year?"

"No, now! I want the shop up and running Monday. I know that's not possible, but I would like you to get started on it as soon as you can."

"Not a problem. When I tell the guys we have a project, they will be very happy. We found out we can't start our next job for two weeks now. That looked like two weeks without pay to them. A job like this will take a week, maybe a little longer. Anything else?"

"I might want a covered outdoor storage area, but we'll see. I'm going to have these weeds all killed and, at a minimum, I want to spread gravel over the rest of the area."

"You know you could probably blacktop the whole area as cheaply as you can put gravel over it. I just so happen to operate a blacktop business that isn't very busy. Want an estimate?"

"Sure, give me an estimate and get started on the paint room addition. Give me an estimate on putting down asphalt on the entire yard, and while you're at it, how about an estimate to double the size of the building. I want matching construction with a covered passage way between the buildings. The new additions needs to be air-conditioned and well ventilated with windows and overhead doors on all four sides where appropriate."

"You don't stop do you. I'll bet you need doubling in less than a year," the contractor said shaking his head. "We'll take tomorrow off and begin the paint booth addition Monday."

He had something on his mind and finally said, "I heard about the concrete driver and those two lumber yard delivery guys. The concrete company is pretty embarrassed about it, as is the lumberyard. Perhaps they might give you a break on this addition. I'm sorry that it happened and I hope nothing like that ever happens again. I just can't imagine guys doing stuff like that with guns. Two of them will be in jail a long time. The other guy died for his mistake. Did you shoot him?"

"No, it was the little redheaded girl that lives across the street. She was watching my back."

"Is that the same one who was with you when you had that war down there?"

"The same."

"You're lucky to have her around. Hope that never happens again."

"Me too."

Sue, Hanna, and I took off for the auction. We arrived at ten. The main auction was going to begin at one, so there were hundreds of people milling around, looking at all of the different equipment. We registered, giving them the bank letter, and walked through the equipment display.

I wanted a forklift. My thought was to get a propane-powered forklift instead of an electric, as it would be used outside as much or more than inside. The exhaust from the propane would be exhausted pretty fast so we shouldn't have to worry about carbon monoxide. We could always leave a door open when we were using the lift inside.

There were several lifts in various conditions. Abe said to get one that had to be rebuilt, as we would save us a lot by doing it that way.

There were a couple of men standing around the forklifts that appeared to know something about them. I introduced myself to them, along with Sue and Hanna. They said they were dealers and would maybe buy the one lift as it looked pretty new but were not interested in the others. I pointed to one of the lifts in the worst condition. What is something like this worth as it stands? They both shook their heads and said, "Nothing." They said it would require a lot of work to get it back in shape, not even considering the condition of the motor. They said the best of the rough ones might be the best deal as it could be done rather easily.

The worst lifts had a familiar name, Onan. I didn't even know they made lifts. I wonder if we could rebuild forklifts too. Too bad Abe didn't have a cell phone.

We walked around and I found what else I was looking for, three large mobile commercial compressors and six large commercial generators. They all looked rough so I would buy them if they were cheap enough. Rebuilt, the nine units represented a minimum of a hundred grand. All of their tires looked serviceable, so it would be easy to get them to the shop.

Sue asked me if I wanted to get a new truck. When I looked at her funny, she said she thought my truck was good but that I might want a newer looking pickup with a towing package and one I could put our name on. She had a point so we looked at what they had. There were a couple of white ones that had commercial tow hitch equipment. They were almost new with very low mileage. I figured dealers would be trying to buy them. I asked a guy with a "blue book" to look up the prices of the two for me. With Sue next to me, he handed me the book while he gawked at her chest.

Sue is bad about teasing. If she thinks we'll get farther, she'll unbutton another button giving more cleavage. It was almost unfair.

With some numbers in mind, we bought some hot dogs and Cokes and watched as the auction began. There were actually three different auctions at the same time. At least there were three auctioneers. They had one selling big trucks and high lifts, as well as powered lifts by themselves. Another guy in the back of the lot selling the heavy equipment like the forklifts and the generators I wanted. And then there was the guy up front selling the newer trucks and cars.

I told Sue to watch for the two trucks. She was to wait a bit when they started asking for bids. If they asked for five hundred then up the bid by only a hundred. If they asked for one hundred more, only give them twenty-five that way you can keep the selling price down. She said she would give it a try. Hanna stayed with her while I went to the back area to be there while they were auctioning the first of the forklifts.

They were selling the best first to establish big money. The buyers I had talked to were not bidding yet and there was only one guy that had given a moderate opening bid. I waited till the auctioneer took a breath and upped the guy's bid by two hundred fifty dollars, opposed to the thousand the auctioneer was asking. The other guy jumped on by saying, "And five." When I countered after several requests with a seven fifty bid, the guy looked at me a little while before going to the now six thousand mark.

I thought the forklift guys were low at eleven-five but would like to buy the thing for less than that. I continued to go up two hundred and fifty till we got to eight thousand then I made the auctioneer really beg before I gave him another hundred. The other bidder was really perturbed. His frustration cost him the lift as the auctioneer saw the guy's gesture of waving it off while turning away and quickly sold me the lift for eighty-one hundred. The two guys came over to me and congratulated me on the buy. The one guy said he would buy it from me for ten grand, right then if I would part with it. I told him to hold that thought, as I needed to concentrate on the other lifts.

They really looked at me funny then. I ended up being the first and only bidder on the other three lifts. I bought each for the minimum five hundred-dollar scrap value. One of the lifts was one of those giant lifts that can lift a freight car if needed. I thought that one would be good to have to lift the generators and things.

They sold a bunch of little motors and little generators then began selling some nice commercial compressors. I found another nice compressor a little larger than the one we already had. It was a steal for two hundred-twenty bucks.

We finally got to the big commercial mobile generators and compressors. There was no interest. The auctioneer said over his bull horn he was prepared for that and would sell them all as a group for scrap iron. I offered a hundred dollars. A couple of guys bumped up the price by a hundred each so I offered three twenty-five quickly to keep the numbers down. When we got to eight hundred fifty no one wanted to top me so I bought nine various units for eight hundred fifty bucks total.

I was walking back to where Sue was when I noticed they were selling a big three-ton truck with a flat bed that tilted and slid back similar to a tow truck. It even had a winch. It was too big for a tow truck but I thought it would be great for hauling the big equipment.

The truck was a ninety-five[TDB1], only four years old and looked new. I looked at the mileage to see it only had twenty-four thousand on it. I did see it was a diesel and had air-conditioning, along with air seats. The truck was probably worth around thirty grand used.

So far the auctioneer was only at seventy-five hundred. I gave him an even eight, curious to see how far up it would go. I was thinking anywhere around fifteen would be a steal. Two other guys were bidding on it and got it up to ten five with me as the third bidder. The auctioneer was looking at me, smiling. He was the one from the building I was now trying to buy. He pounded at me and so I gave him a hundred. The other two guys followed and the price was ten nine real quick. I looked at the two guys. They looked like they were reaching their max, so I breathed deep to show them I had to think on it too, and bid the eleven grand. You could see their faces. They felt like they were beat, even if we were several thousand under what the truck was worth. I bought a giant truck for eleven thousand. When I went to give my number, the auctioneer asked me how I was doing. I told him I was buying the building that he had been at less than six weeks ago. He said I just stole another truck. He said this one had a value of over twenty-five the way it sat. I told him I agreed and was planning on putting it to good use.

I went to see how the girls were doing. Sue and Hanna had big grins. Sue said she had bought both trucks. She said one was for Abe and the other for me. She walked me over to a one-year-old white Mustang convertible saying, "My new car."

She said, "It would be really good looking with our S&S logo on it." I was about to tell her about the truck and other stuff when Hanna said to come look. She took me to a black crew cab pickup with lots of chrome and one of those retractable lids over the bed. "This is Jim's birthday present. His old pickup is about done for. I've been saving up since before we even thought about buying our own place to live. This will really be a surprise and he'll never believe how little I paid for it."

I asked Sue if she were done for the day and she said yes, "As it is, I'll have to get Uncle Ben to transfer some money for me."

"No you won't, I have money in my 401K accounts [TDB2] we can use. We'll have to get Tiny to work out how to separate this stuff between business and personal."

"I'll ask you later, but just how much do you have in your savings?"

I just smiled.

Hanna and Sue drove their new toys home with me following. Tiny was working on the patio, with Ruth watching, so I asked Ruth to drive us down to the auction, so we could bring home the trucks and get them registered.

Sue had the top down on the Mustang so we all drove down in it. Sue and Hanna each drove a pickup. I told them to take them to the new shop and park them behind the fence.

I backed the big truck up to the forklifts and let the bed down so it was a ramp. I tried to start the worst looking lift. It amazingly started up so I pulled it up to the top end of the bed. The next one started and I pulled it up next to the other. The newer one started right up so I drove it on before I started the big one and using it to lift a generator and put it down next to the other forklift on the bed.

It was a little tricky but the bed slid back up in position to ride. I lifted another generator onto the bed then chained everything down. I loaded the other shop compressor onto the bed and tied it down. While I was anchoring the generator, a guy came over and asked if I had more to take. I pointed at the other eight generators and compressors and the big lift. He said he could haul them all right now for three hundred cash.

"You have a deal, but how are you going to get the forklift on the truck."

He pointed at a big ramp and dock area. "I'll just drive it on over there. You can lift it off when we are where you want the stuff."

He had a tractor with a flat bed trailer. While he was backing up to the dock I was using the big lift to get the generators and compressors to where the dock was. With the trailer butted up against the dock and a hydraulic dock plate, I loaded the other eight units and parked the big lift behind them.

He chained the units down and he followed me to my new place. We pulled in the fenced area and I let the bed down making it a ramp to drive the newer lift off. I used that lift to get the big lift down. The truck driver used the big forklift to take the generators and compressors off, while I drove the forklifts off the big truck and lifted the one compressor off that was on the bed. I gave the guy his money along with a fifty-dollar tip, thanking him for helping me out.

I moved all the equipment around so it was arranged in an orderly manner.

The contractor looked like he was getting ready to leave, "Come look at everything. I think you'll like it. We walked over to Abe's shop and he showed me a big wide door he had already put in to get into the new, to be built paint booth area. There was also another matching wide door across from it, so items could be brought from the other shops, through the rear of Abe's shop, directly into the painting area.

He described the two paint booths and the matching addition.

We walked through the building. He said he was using some very fast drying paint with clear coat over it. The clear was a form of polyurethane that was very hard and didn't scratch.

The place was beautiful. It was going to be a great place to work.

I asked the contractor if I could catch a ride home with him as I had forgotten how I was going to get from the shop to home. As we drove away after locking up, I could see the new sign. It looked great.

Jim and Charlie were both off work early, enjoying a beer on the patio. Martin and Abe were sitting at a very long table with eight chairs on each side and two chairs on each end. They showed me how the table disconnected, breaking it up into four smaller tables. The chairs were very nice. They were upholstered with some kind of soft web material that was obviously washable. The casters on them were big, making the chairs easy to move around.

At first I didn't notice but, up against the house on some kind of swivel, was a huge TV. It was a projection model, probably over fifty inches. It was surprisingly bright and clear, not fuzzy like so many were. Tiny showed me the controls for the stereo that he had placed on one end of the bar. There was a cassette player and a CD player, plus an FM tuner. He turned it on, filling the patio area with some soothing music. This was great.

Today was going to be expensive. But I didn't care, all of it was going to be really good for everyone.

I told Abe about his new, or at least newer, truck. He couldn't believe it, "All the years I worked for Onan were never as good as it's been the few weeks with you. They never did get me a truck, they said they would but never did."

I told him I would get it registered and insured Monday, so Alice should bring him to work. I told him about the compressors and generators. Next I told him about the forklifts. When I told him that I didn't know Onan manufactured forklifts, he said they did, as well as just about any other big power equipment on the market. He asked me what I needed with four of them.

"What do you think about creating an entire division doing nothing but reconditioning big equipment, similar to what you're doing now, but expanding into other high demand products?"

"I can't do all that by myself," Abe said looking disappointed.

"I agree, but you can train some men to do that and continue to mess with your small engines at the same time," I said trying to alleviate his feeling of dread.

"You'd hire me men? How many?"

"Whatever it takes to do a perfect job," I said with my patented phrase.

"I'll think about that tonight and tomorrow. I think I know of a couple of guys who took early retirement that would die for a job like I have."

"Abe, I want to take you down to the new place tomorrow so you can plan where you want stuff when you move it."

Hanna came up to Abe and said, "I saw it for the first time today. You're going to love it. It is beautiful. Sue showed me your area. It's huge, you could have six guys working with you and you wouldn't be crowded."

Charlie said, "How about taking us all down there tomorrow to take a look at the place before you garbage it up."

Sue said she would conduct tours after breakfast tomorrow, but we had to get done early, as she and I had another command performance with her Uncle and Mother for dinner.

Tom and Al came around the house with wet hair, freshly showered. They were grinning.

"How did you do today?" I asked.

"We completely built two frames, with all the tabs and drilled the holes. We did a good job," Tom said happily.

Al then added, "We also cut out and formed a complete set of sheet metal. We still have to make the top flaps for both sets but we need a tube as a pivot rod and both sets will be done."

"Wow! That's great. How did you do all that so fast?" I asked amazed they had accomplished so much.

"We did it like you and Sue do," Tom said. "We cut and bent everything then tacked both frames and started welding. It takes longer to re-measure and check an angle than it does to do the work. We cleaned them up easily because we were careful while welding. Actually being careful is faster."

"You both did great. With you guys putting out the work, we can get more customers now. We're going to need to get more guys and teach them our way."

I started the new grill, using the charcoal side. The hood had a slow fan so the fumes went up instead of out. Since the weather was very warm, the fans were all turning slowly, stirring the air. The guys were watching the Busch races, drinking beer and snacking.

I noticed a game table on the far side of the bar, complete with six more of the chairs with casters. The only thing missing now was the new pool table I didn't get yet. Oh well, I would get it soon.

The patio was now arranged, with the game table at the rear, and the bar area with the beer fridge next to the house. Next were the original two tables and the ten matching chairs. They were across from the sliding glass doors, then the big dining table. The two gliders were now on the outside wall looking in so the occupants could see the big screen. There was still a ton of space. The new picnic tables and chairs were outside the patio, set up next to the screened room.

I had wings, chicken halves, and ribs to cook. This was going to take a while, so I fired up the gas grill too, so I could do more at a time.

Looking around the bar, I found that Tiny or Ruth had been busy. There must have been fifty bottles of booze. Every kind of liquor was there plus a ton of mixes. In the little fridge were orange juice, tomato juice, lemons, limes, and olives. I guess we were ready for a party.

Sue came over behind the bar with me and hugged me, "I'm having so much fun just getting everything we need to really have a good time. It's like a fairy tale, isn't it? I told Ruth to get everything she could think of, plus two of everything that we would use up fast. Fix me a rum and Coke okay?"

As soon as I fixed Sue her drink, Ruth was over for one. After that it was a steady stream. I hollered to find out if anyone had bartender experience. Joan got up and came over, "I can fix anything you can name. Just ask, if you have the stuff, I'll make it."

I told her she was now the official bartender for anything more than straight shots, or drinks with water or coke.

After supper at our new table, we cleaned up and we three riding couples said we were going for a ride. Everyone else was welcome to stay and enjoy the patio for as long as they wanted.

Our ride was a little more subdued tonight. No clubhouse, just down to Jim's to get rowdy, and over to the Vanishing Point. Sue wanted to split a grouper sandwich, so we bombed over the causeway to the Crab Shack. From there, we rode down to the beach to coast quietly around the beach area, before leaving for home.

We stored our bikes and walked down to the hot tub. The place was crowded. There were eight or nine couples in the pool while there were at least six couples in the hot tub. We decided that we would go back to the patio and watch some TV for a while and come back later.

The patio was still busy with Tom, Al, Betty, and Joan getting a little tipsy. They were being risqué with each other, although not mixing up partners. We all kept our robes closed so we would not give away our intended activities. When they decided to go home and take care of their hormones, we walked back up to the hot tub to find the last of the older couples leaving.

They were embarrassed that we caught them naked, and obviously had been playing. Sue and Shawna immediately dropped their robes and made a production of showing off all their intimate parts while climbing into the tub. They made it so interesting, I thought the couples were going to stay.

Before they could leave, all us men had dropped out robes and were being led to the tub by Ruth and Hanna, who each had hold of a hard-on. Now the women wanted to stay, but they didn't, they laughed and waved goodbye.

We had a pleasant time fooling around, expelling fluids, watching gooey stuff float on the water. We had a very good time. We were all content by the time we went to our homes.

Sue and I made love one last time. A slow gentle loving, with a lot of meaning, a lot of love. We feel asleep, hugging.

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[TDB1]Does this tie in to Steve's past? He was in Desert Storm

[TDB2]Financially not a smart move because of the 10% penalty AND the income tax



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Chapter 42



Day Forty-two - Sunday

Sue was murmuring, making sounds as if she were talking in her sleep. She was also holding me to her, clutching me tight enough that a nipple was jammed against one of the big arteries, I think they're called the carotid arteries, in my neck making me get light-headed.

When I pulled back a little to let blood flow, Sue said, "No, no, don't go, no." Pulling her back into me, holding her so her womanly form wouldn't restrict my breathing or blood flow, I kissed her neck and cheek to reassure her I wasn't leaving. That must have penetrated her dream as her eyes opened with her dark brown eyes peering into mine.

At first, there was fear in her eyes then, as she became more aware in her awakened state, her body became less tense and she began to relax. Sue kissed me on the cheek, "That was a horrible dream. I don't usually have bad dreams, but that one was terrible. We fought over something, I don't remember what it was, but you were stuffing things in your duffel bag, saying you were going back to the platforms. I was holding you, trying to keep you from leaving."

There were actually tears in her eyes with one running down her cheek. I hugged her to me, moving up so I could kiss her eyes, "I love you, Sue, I know everything has been fast and loose, but I love you dearly. We are partners, friends, and lovers."

Sue told me a little tearfully, "When we got together, Steve, you unlocked something in me. I had hidden away, especially from men; I was ashamed of my looks, being fat, my oversized breasts, my scarred leg and face. But you somehow appeared at the exact right time. I had lost weight, I was confidant that my business was going to support me, and it seemed like the scars on my face just disappeared. Then when we got together, it was so special, so sexy, so erotic, I thought I would burst. When we were at Ruth's that first day, I got jealous thinking she was going to take you and I wouldn't be able to have you, but I stole you away and I've enjoyed you as I've never enjoyed a man." "Then the night we were in the hot tub with Charlie and Shawna, I realized how much I loved you and how much you really loved me. You trusted me to enjoy myself with another man. When he pushed inside me I was looking at you with Shawna and knew I loved you so very much. That's when I first really realized how much, and that's when I told you I loved you, remember?"

I kissed her on the forehead again, "I remember well and have even laughed, thinking of how funny it was for me to be feeling so close to you, while thumping the guy's wife who was inside you. I was looking at you enjoying your pleasure and watched, with a soaring heart, when you mouthed "I love you" to me."

"This has been fast, hasn't it? You have been on vacation now only six weeks and look what all you've done. When I walk around this place, our new home, then go out on our new patio, I feel like a queen in my domain. That's the only way I can describe it. I just wonder what we could possibly do for an encore."

"I like all of the space and the patio too. Most of all, I love all of our friends enjoying it with us. When I add the pool table, we're going to have a very complete game room."

All of a sudden, I had an idea. I sat up in bed and said it, "What do you think about us picking up a couple of video games, and maybe a pinball machine? We could even find one of those pong coffee table games. I think we should get rid of some of the lawn furniture and get a couple of couches and chairs with end tables and coffee tables, so that part of the patio would feel like a family room. We could still have the patio furniture, but it wouldn't be the center of activity. What do you think?"

"The games sound neat but I don't know about the couches," Sue contemplated. "Everybody seems to like to sit at the tables. Maybe even more tables, small tables like nightclubs have, with four chairs around them. If we had four of those, they could still be close together so there wouldn't be anyone left out of a general conversation."

"Let's watch and see how people use the big table and the little tables. I think if we make changes now, it should be gradual, to keep the place comfortable."

"I agree honey," Sue said giving me a kiss. "I have to pee, let's take a shower. It's almost time for coffee."

The shower was soothing, playful, and degenerated into some really good fooling around. Sue complained that even with the shower, stuff was going to run down her legs for an hour.

We both dressed in shorts and T-shirts, knowing we were going down to show off the shop this morning to everyone. With coffee made, I walked out onto the patio and turned on the lights over the patio furniture and the end of the long table.

Tiny and Ruth were first this morning, dressed to go to the shop. Glenda and Martin came over, already dressed as well. I said I was going down to the Seven-Eleven to get some donuts real quick, and jumped in my pickup to get them. I was back in less than five minutes, but that's all the time it took for the other four couples to get there, dressed and ready to see the shop. Abe and Alice were pulling up as I put the donuts on the table.

We drank a few pots of coffee and ate up the three dozen donuts. We cleaned up the crumbs and prepared to go. Sue and I would take Charlie and Shawna, Tiny was taking Glenda, Martin, Jim, and Hanna in his big Suburban, and Tom, Betty, Al, and Joan were riding together. Abe and Alice followed.

The convoy left the park, and after the short drive, pulled into the parking lot of the freshly painted building. The big S&S sign really stood out. Charlie laughed and said, "Good thing you have enterprises underneath or the other S&S we know and love might have a problem with your name."

I agreed, "I thought of that, but there are other companies with the same name, but none with enterprises."

I opened the big front doors. Everyone walked into the showroom. Since it was two floors high, it felt very expansive. The first thing you saw though, was the S&S embedded in the floor. I said I thought we would display a race car frame hanging from the ceiling tilted to give everyone a look at the cage to see how it is formed. Underneath it I wanted to put a frame with painted sheet metal and wheels and tires. The car would be the S&S special. We would number it "13" or something like that.

On the other side, I'd like to hang a bike frame from the ceiling, with a drag bike underneath it, and then put one of the smaller mobile generators in the center to highlight our rebuilding ability.

I showed everyone the two offices in the rear of the showroom and how they had big windows that looked out into the shops. We went through the big swinging double doors into the shop area. I turned on the shop lights and you were almost blinded by the bright white walls, ceilings, and floors. There was a blue and black stripe running completely around the room at the height of the area between the first and second floor of the offices. There were two distinct work areas that had giant S&S logos embedded in their floors as well. The place looked and smelled brand new.

I explained that one side would be for welding, and the other devoted to sheet metal at this point. If the sheet metal idea I had didn't work out, we would find something else that did. I told them to picture all our equipment and supplies stored along the walls.

Next was for Abe. I had everyone wait a second while I led Abe into his area and turned on the light. I thought he was going to cry. The place was beautiful, all white except the tops of the workbenches. I pointed out how I thought he might arrange his parts washer and bead blaster. He couldn't get over that on the far end there was a place already set up for parts, complete with various sizes of bins and drawers. This was a technician's dream.

When everyone else came in, Charlie, Shawna, Jim and, Martin all went nuts, saying they wanted to work for me too. I told them that the one who might eventually do a lot here would be Shawna. I showed everyone the extra large door opposite the one we had come in to the shop, and described what was going to be out that door in a few days. As soon as I said dual paint booths, Jim and Charlie looked at each other and Jim said, "That does it, we're coming to work here." Charlie said, "We met at a body shop school. We were both Harley junkies so we ended up going to MMI in Orlando. Jim landed the job at the dealership, while I liked working in a small shop like Jan and Dell's.

I told them the paint booths were for Abe's big mobile equipment and for the sheet metal. We would do the basic painting for the customer before delivery and they would do all the fancy painting.

I looked at Shawna then said, "But, I want to go take a bunch of pictures of one of Gene's cars and have Shawna do her thing with the air brush. I'm going to have her do it on our showroom car to practice."

Shawna's blue eyes were shining and she showed a lot of teeth while smiling big at the coming opportunity.

Pointing up toward the second floor of the office area, I told them to note that not only did the first floor offices have a view of the shop so did the second floor.

We took the shop stairs to the second floor office area. The room we entered was the lunchroom, complete with a view out into the shop. It had a sink, a place for a stove and a refrigerator, plus a big area for tables and chairs. I made a mental note to get what was needed right away so the guys would have a place to eat lunch.

When you left the lunchroom, directly across the hall was a large room with a conference table and chairs remaining from the former owner. The room had windows on the two outside walls and a big window looking out onto the showroom. I said I planned on leaving this to be a conference room, as I'm sure we would have a need for it over time.

The hallway was really a balcony over the showroom. You could look down onto the showroom floor and out the front windows while walking back and forth.

There were four good-sized offices off the balcony. Each had a big window that looked out into the showroom area and each had a window to the shop. If you were at a desk you wouldn't be able to see the showroom floor but the window would give you daylight and make the office less claustrophobic.

The end office, nearest the stairway was pretty fancy. The first thing you realized was that it was considerably deeper than the other offices. I figured out that this office was over the old tool room where the welding supplies had been. The room had a lot of built-in bookshelves, a private wet bar area that had folding doors, and a cabinet area, also with folding doors, that was built for a TV. The woodwork was very expensive. The contractor had painted what walls he could and he had taken time to polish all the woodwork. It looked really nice, complete with huge corner windows that gave a panoramic view of the entire shop, as well as a side window to the outside.

Tiny asked, "Is this going to be your office?"

"I don't think so," I said undecided as the room was really nice. "I think I would rather be on the first floor, close to everything that's going on."

"I was thinking that office was probably going to occupied by some guy I'll hire as CFO in the future. It won't be long until I'll need a person to just handle the finance part of the business. As it is, I'm going to have to have a bookkeeper to help with the payroll and stuff. I would rather focus on building the business, and training people to train more people, instead of messing with the books."

Tiny and Ruth were looking at each other funny. Ruth said, "I was a bookkeeper when I met Tiny. I can do that kind of work. Hire Tiny to set up your books and I'll do the paperwork. You probably only need me a couple days a week at first. Get real big, then hire Tiny to sit in that big office."

"That might be a great idea, Ruth. I'll think on that a little and talk to both of you later."

We walked back downstairs on the showroom staircase and looked around again to picture the place with product being shown and people milling around.

Shawna asked, "How soon are you building the paint booths?"

"Monday," I said getting an even bigger smile from her.

Shawna looked at Charlie before saying to me, "You know you have room on the other side of the building to have another shop like Abe's. I'll bet you could probably find a guy to build motorcycles in there for you. Or with your welding business, you could have some kind of body shop."

"Shawna, don't be saying stuff like that. I have a good place to work, and so does Jim. We don't need to complicate our lives," Charlie said trying to rein in Shawna's daydreams.

"I might build on something like that so it could be used part time by a little redheaded motorcycle mechanic. If you produced bikes like mine, you would be busy."

"I'll do it." Shawna jumped on my comment. "Jan and Dell don't like us working together all the time anyway. They only pay me for part time even though I'm usually there every day. You make me a work area and I'll bet we can get the work."

Charlie said, "There goes my ace motor and tranny builder. I'll probably have to sub out work to another shop. Jan and Dell will have to start paying to have a whole job done instead of just pocketing the extra for the heavy work."

Jim added, "We need another shop to do some of our extra work. We've been too busy to do everything ourselves so we have been looking for a good motor and transmission rebuild shop. Get Shawna to head up a shop like that and I'll get you plenty of work."

"Something to think about, that's for sure," I said thinking these guys were all pushing me even faster than I pushed myself.

"Oh yeah, let's go out the back, I want to show Abe what I bought yesterday."

We walked through the shop. I pushed the button for the big overhead door to lift before leading everyone to the forklifts. Abe had big eyes while looking at them.

"My thinking is that we would keep the big one to lift the big mobile units around, as well as the other fork lifts. We probably will want to keep one of the others for running around in the shops. What do you think Abe, want to rebuild some fork lifts?"

"Damn right. I know every nut, bolt, and circuit in those things. Shoot, you have more than I can do now, I'll never get caught up," Abe said thinking of the work ahead.

"Not to worry, like I asked you before, we're going to look for some more people to help rebuild stuff. Come look at the generators and compressors I bought."

Abe just stared, "With the stuff I have to do at the storage place and all this, there's more than a year's work here, a lot more."

"Not with four or five helpers under your direction. I think we could probably turn out eight to ten units a month," I said giving Abe my optimistic appraisal of what we could do.

"That would be big business, Steve. Somebody would have to be on the road full time, buying used equipment and selling it to dealers. That is probably at least two more people."

"You could be right, Abe. We'll see where it leads us," I said turning to point at the new big truck. "How do you like that thing to haul your equipment around on? It has a hydraulic bed that slides down like the tow trucks, only this one's is bigger and heavier duty."

I took him to the two pickups. "Sue bought these for us. I wanted to only get one for you but she got one for each of us. I'll register them Monday and we'll get Shawna to put our logo on the doors, along with what we do. I'll have her do the big truck and the specialty welding truck so they will all match."

Sue said, "I want Shawna to do the Mustang like it was a race car. That would be good advertising."

Shawna said, "Just what you guys need, a big titted babe advertising in a painted up Mustang. The cops will probably stop you for soliciting."

I looked at Al and Tom, "Do you think we can get moved by Tuesday? I have two guys coming over to help. We have the other old big truck and this one to haul stuff plus we have the big forklift that will put the big mobile stuff on the trucks."

Tom said, "We should be done Monday. You're going to need an electrician for the compressors. I see you bought another one so you might need a plumber to split up the air pipes, and you'll need another dryer as well."

"Think about it today and give me a list tonight," I said, thinking that there was a ton to do tomorrow. "That's it for everyone. Sue and I are going to visit with her Mom and Uncle for dinner then we'll be back home. We'll make our plan for what everyone will do tomorrow. Let's get out of here."

We split up. Some of us drove back to the park, while some were going out to dinner. Sue and I went home, washed our faces, dressed in our casual dress clothes, and left for her uncle's. We got into Sue's car that was still somewhat of a mess from the burglary. The car wouldn't start. Something was disconnected.

Instead of messing with it, we decided to take the Mustang. It wasn't registered yet but it did have a temporary tag. Sue actually let me drive the hot rod down to Bayshore. The car was fun. It had lots of power, plus the former owner had installed throaty glass pack mufflers that rumbled nicely as you drove.

When we pulled up in her uncle's driveway, Sue had to brush her hair out real quick. As we reached the door, the butler opened it and welcomed us. Once again we were shown into the parlor with the guy saying he would be right back with some before dinner drinks.

Ben and Beth were sitting, waiting for us while sipping what looked like mint juleps. My, my, the south will rise again. That stuff is too sweet for me.

"So, Sue, you've bought a building, what are going to do with a hundred thousand square foot building and over ten acres in a commercial area?" Ben asked with a little sarcasm in his voice.

"Actually, Steve is buying the building, I'm just financing it, or renting it to him, or maybe I'll just give it to him. It's going to be his new shop. And we have already made provisions to enlarge it."

"You're making it larger than a hundred thousand square feet? What for?" Ben now was almost testy.

"Steve is adding a building with two paint booths for his equipment rebuilding operation and for the race car sheet metal he's manufacturing."

Ben raised an eyebrow then asked with a real sharp edge to his voice, "When did you go into the race car business?"

"That's how I've been making a bunch of money. You know I've been manufacturing NASCAR race car frames. I have enough business that I've had to hire a couple of men. Now that I've taught them to work the way I want, I can integrate even more guys to work the way I want them to. I think we're going to be able to put out about fifty to a hundred grand of work a week.

"The sheet metal fabrication is an offshoot. If we can produce enough of it, we will have crew chiefs come in and we'll help build the cars in my shop, which will free up their shops for preparation of other cars for their next race. I think that kind of service will bring in a bunch of revenue."

"You think, you're not sure," Ben said still aggravated.

"Uncle Ben, don't act like this. It's my money. Steve has probably put near fifty thousand into the business this week and has put a deposit on another two hundred thousand to be paid out next week. He's going out on a limb too, you know. He couldn't have bought the building outright, but he probably could have gotten a loan on his own for it. I want to continue to be a part of the business, so I'm helping in a way I can."

"What did you spend fifty thousand on, Steve?" Ben was asking a little more cordially.

"Let's see. I paid to have the new shop thoroughly cleaned and painted so we can open there with a spotless work area. It's nice to work in that kind of an environment. I had to buy another compressor, I bought four forklifts to use and some to rebuild and sell, I think it was five used generators and four compressors to rebuild, a large truck to deliver and get equipment with, and two pickup trucks for company use."

"I bought a cute little Mustang convertible too," Sue added.

"How did you pay for all of that? Did Sue give you money?"

"I had it, I used some of my savings, but I had it. I've still got all of my 401K money, plus I haven't touched my Fidelity accounts."

"Fidelity accounts, you have Fidelity accounts, as in plural?" Ben was prying. "How did you get multiple accounts?"

"I only have two. One is a low risk fund. That's where most of my money is and the other is a very high-risk fund. I only have about twenty-five percent there. So far the high-risk fund has done well. Each time it builds up, I transfer the excess to the low risk fund."

"How did you come into all that money?" Beth asked.

"I saved it. I worked up in Alaska for a while and there really isn't anywhere to spend the money there unless you're a drunk. I worked in the Oklahoma and Texas fields, but that was almost seven days a week, so I just worked and saved, and I just spent a good while at seven days a week on oil platforms in South America. I worked straight through, instead of a week on and a week off. I didn't have anything to spend money on, so I saved it. I used my dividend check to buy all the stuff I bought for the house and to get the patio built."

"You spent more money improving that run down park?" Ben asked.

"Well, it's not really run down. The park owner does a good job keeping up his buildings. He really does do a good job. I wanted our patio to be bigger and more fun. We have a lot of friends that come over in the morning for coffee and join us for a beer in the evenings. We're now even sharing supper between us almost every night. The families take turns providing the meal for everyone. The improvement was for our better living, not the park owner."

"How many people or couples are there?" Beth asked.

Sue volunteered, "Seven, including us, Mom. Sometimes another older couple comes to visit but they are hardly ever there for supper."

"Steve, you must make friends fast. Sue isn't social like that," Beth said.

I chuckled, "She may not have been social before, but since we've gotten together, she's been very social and has made a bunch of friends. Even our business contacts think she's special because they know she's a worker."

"Mom, Steve is a magnet. He draws people to him constantly. He doesn't realize it but people just want to be around him, whether it's doing a job, or teaching a new guy, or just out having fun. People follow him around like puppies."

"Hush, Sue, I'm not all that. We have a good time and others want to have a good time with us. That's how life works."

"Well come on, Mr. and Mrs. Popular, let's eat. We have a treat today," Ben said, standing to usher us into the dining room.

We had something I wouldn't have expected. Roast pork, rice and black beans. The Latin cook had made some delicious rolls to go with it. Sue and I found out she was a Cuban immigrant, so this was her type of food.

After dinner we went into the game room and lounge again. Ben wanted a re-match. This time he had been practicing and beat me seven to five games. I didn't lie down for him but he showed he was dominant. I figured that when we got our table, I would practice and clean his clock again. I checked to see what kind of cue Ben used to make sure I had one like it at the house when we played in the future.

Beth said Ben and her were going to stop by our place soon so they could look at our new house, as well as the improved patio. I told them to let us know so they could eat supper with us and all our friends.

Sue drove the convertible back to the park, enjoying the power of the little car. The patio was full of our friends, still excited about the new shop.

Sue and I changed back into shorts and T-shirts and joined the group with our own pads of paper.

Abe had come over and was working with Al and Tom planning how they were going to move everything and in what order. They were taking into consideration the other guys that were coming to work for a day or two. I told them to put one of the new frames in the showroom so we could hang it. I wanted the other frame and the sheet metal to be placed in the two separate shop areas as I was going to get Gene to come over to show off our new digs. It looked like they had it under control.

Abe said he had called two men that used to work for Onan. They were going to come by to see us. He thought they would be good to start working on more equipment.

Shawna said she would bring her small gas compressor and paint equipment to do the trucks. She was going to take some time to plan the Mustang but would have the trucks done tomorrow.

My list was pretty big. There was insurance and registration of the vehicles, which included the old big flat bed. I needed a fridge and stove for the lunchroom. Sue's car needed to go to the dealer to get repaired and we needed to get an adjuster out before we did that. Hope Sue's insurance people didn't give her shit. I needed to contact the construction contractor to build the paint booths out from the building so Abe's shop could be widened by at least twelve feet.

I also thought we might as well build out on the other side for a good sized body shop, custom motorcycle shop, custom paint shop, or whatever it might be used for. It would probably become a versatile shop for Jim, Charlie, and Shawna. I wanted the lot area paved with asphalt right away along with a three-quarter enclosed shallow storage area. Kind of like a long open garage for good used equipment, forklifts, and possibly rebuilt stuff, waiting to be delivered.

I needed to order more materials for frames and sheet metal. I was confident my idea of pre-formed panels would be popular. I needed to get Gene and a crew chief over right away.

We needed an electrician and a plumber for the air. We needed an air-conditioning tech to check out the building air as it was going to get hot soon.

I asked Sue if she wanted to go to the place on Dale Mabry to look at pool tables. She was up in a flash. Tiny and Martin came with us in the Mustang.

The store had "Brunswick" on the window, which is why I went there. The place was really big. I told the man what I wanted. I could see the table from the front area we were in, but he led us to some tables that were for someone's fancy living room. Carved legs, curved legs, weird legs, pink cloth, black cloth, everything but what I wanted.

I looked at the guy and said, "I want a Brunswick Gold Crown, period. You have one over there," I pointed at it. I want in installed with the best Simonis, I think it's 760 cloth. I want a good table, and a bright, effective, not fancy pool table light." Do you wish to sell me what I want or do you wish to keep wasting our time?" The man looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and grinned, "Come with me." We walked over to the Gold Crown. It was used, but not terribly abused. He said it was the only Gold Crown he had in stock at this time. He finally gave me a price that seemed reasonable that included the cloth, and all new rubber rails. I made sure he was going to sand down the old glue on the rails so the rails wouldn't have any waves in them. I gave him a list of cues I wanted, a cue rack, two sets of quality balls, and four pool chairs. I gave him half and said the other half would be paid upon delivery and setup.

He hemmed and hawed about when, then finally said he could install it Wednesday morning. We left a little mystified as to how someone could stay in business arguing with his customers the way he did.

On the way back home we stopped by a popular appliance store. I looked at the prices of a new stove and fridge then decided to buy used.

Back home, Tiny went for his Sunday paper. He looked through the want ads and used my cell phone to call about a stove and a couple of refrigerators. He told me to grab my hand truck and let's take my pickup and get some stuff.

It only took us an hour and a half to pick the stove and the fridge, drive it to the shop and carry both of them upstairs to the kitchen. We set them in place and hooked them up. Both were clean and ready to use. The freezer was already getting frosty by the time we left. That was one more thing off my list and we were able to pick them up for about ten percent of what new ones would cost.

At home we celebrated that tomorrow would be exciting, as we would be moving into the new building. Tiny and Ruth were excited for us, Glenda and Martin were excited for Sue and I, as well as Charlie and Shawna. Ruth was already planning a trip to a used office furniture store to start filling up the rooms. I told her that she was in charge of buying the furniture. I wanted a desk with a comfortable chair, and a small table with four chairs. I would probably need a file cabinet. The rest was up to her.

Tiny brought up a problem I had not thought of. We would need phones, or a phone system, or something like that. We would also need some form of paging throughout the place, including the outside area. I said I would call a few dealers in the morning to schedule some appointments, meanwhile we needed to have the lines from the storage place relocated. That could be faster.

We ordered pizza. I think they thought we were fakes as I ordered ten pizzas, hoping it would be enough. Sue and I made up a giant container of salad and mixed some grated Parmesan cheese and Caesar dressing into it for everyone to have a salad before the pizza got there.

The delivery guy was happy to find us saying he was worried we weren't real even though the phone number checked out. I gave the kid a fifteen-dollar tip. I'm sure that made his day as well.

We put away our notes, cleaned up the place, followed by Sue and I taking a long walk. We ended up at the pool to swim for a half-hour then sat in the hot tub with some other folks for fifteen minutes or so. Back home, I mentioned to Sue that we should probably get her company to make, or order us, a bunch of coveralls for the folks. She said she thought she could get her manufacturer to make them if we came up with sizes. She would talk to them tomorrow after she got her insurance company going on her car.

I reminded her to insure the Mustang and we could go to the registration place together. I was planning to register the new stuff and the old truck at the storage place under Steve Sharp, Inc. so it would be easier to handle ownership and insurance.

We watched TV for a while then cuddled up and went to sleep kissing.



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Chapter 43



Day Forty-three - Monday

Sue and I woke at the exact same moment, opening our eyes to look into each other's. She smiled so gently, so sweetly at me that my heart melted. Kissing was the only appropriate response. We did, we kissed and kissed until we had to do more. We did more, so much more, that we didn't finish with the shower until six-fifteen.

Good thing the coffee maker works fast. As soon as we turned on the light to plug in the other coffee maker on the bar, Tiny and Ruth came in. The rest followed quickly, energized in anticipation of another exciting day. Charlie, Jim, and Tiny felt left out as it would be same old, same old, for them.

Ruth said she was going to take Glenda with her so she would have a second opinion as she shopped for furniture. She wanted to know how many offices I wanted to furnish. I told her to furnish the fancy office and the one next to it, but not the other two upstairs. The office next to the big one was going to be hers. We could use the big office for big shots that visited for the impression factor.

Downstairs I asked her to find a double desk for my office so Sue could sit on one side and me the other. We would put the desk so we could both look out into the shop to our right or to our left, depending who sat where. The other office should probably have something similar, a double desk, a small table with chairs, and a file cabinet. Team leaders might use that office in the future as we built teams. The big instruction was to have the furniture sellers deliver it, with enough people who could get some of the stuff upstairs. We would need a table and chairs in the lunchroom.

For decorating, the outside windows upstairs needed blinds. Perhaps the corner office should have drapes to pull across the shop windows, as well as blinds and curtains for the outside window.

I wanted the big plate glass windows on the showroom to be tinted. That would keep down the heat in there. There was a six-foot overhang that acted like a porch, but it would not provide shade for very long during the day.

That was all I could think of.

Abe said he was going to move the two big benches and put one in each of the two big shops as his area already had a very long bench to use for various projects. I cautioned him about physically doing too much himself and to let the four young guys do the heavy lifting. He was there to direct them.

They took off early to go get the big truck and a fork lift. I told them how I had done things before so he would know how to drive the big lift up on the truck.

Just the man I wanted to see. The contractor stopped at the house to talk to me about the new addition. He had a drawing with him that he had worked out. It would have to be good enough to pull a permit.

I told him that, one, I wanted the whole area paved right away, and also the 100-foot long shed we talked about. Next, I explained that I wanted the side of the building, where the paint booths were going to be built, pushed out twelve to fifteen feet, whichever would work out best architecturally. Then I said I wanted a shop about the size of Abe's existing shop on the other side.

He thought for a minute then suggested. Why not keep the one side the way it is and add the paint addition. We can leave space for the future but why not build the bigger unit on the other side of the building. Let your man move to the other side to the new area. We can duplicate what's on the other side, but just make it larger.

I agreed. That was a good idea and it would free him up to pull separate permits for the different projects. Sue gave him her attorney's name and phone number, who would be issuing checks as they were needed. All he had to do is call him. The contractor thanked us profusely, saying his asphalt guys were going to be ecstatic. I told him that, as it was needed, my guys would move the various junk out of the way. If he needed a forklift while he was there, he could use any he wished.

I called a fuel supply place for a propane delivery for the forklift trucks, giving them both the new shop and the storage place, as the big lift would be over there today.

Next was the insurance lady. After I went over everything we were doing, she said she would have the building surveyed for fire insurance, but would put a binder on it now for our purchase price. I told her we were doing some major additions, so if their surveyor wanted to come by and make suggestions, to please do so.

She said she would deliver the insurance cards for the four trucks and the Mustang in a half-hour.

She also said she loved me and wanted to marry me this very second. We both laughed at that, as she had already met Sue and knew how much we were in love.

I called the telephone company to order the lines relocated and to add two more. Three should be fine for the business, but we would need a fax now that we were a big time operation.

Next was the list of phone companies I dug out of the phone book. I made appointments an hour apart, starting at one this afternoon. They all knew I did not know anything about what was available, but I knew I needed multiple phones and a reliable public address system.

I called the steel supply house and ordered ten sets of the tubing, and five sets of the sheet metal. The lady at the factory said there were trucks waiting for loads and mine would be on the way today and would probably be delivered tomorrow. I gave her the new shipping address, saying it was our new building.

I realized I had not considered where to store the materials. The rear wall could be racked with heavy steel shelves. If I had the steel we could weld it in place ourselves. I called the supply house back and ordered the steel necessary to create the needed racks.

Sue had an adjuster on the other side of the house. He had already gone by the sheriff's office to get a police report. Everything was coming together. My ear was getting tired, but we were making progress.

The insurance lady drove up. She came into the patio area, looking around, stunned at the changes in just a couple of weeks.

"This is amazing, how did you do all of this so fast?" she asked.

"There is a little contractor that needed the work. The result is what you see. He's doing some expansion at the new shop too. He is very good and very reasonable. I'll give you his card if you have work for him."

"Please give it to me, my husband and I would like to build an addition on to our house, along with a big screen porch. Not as big as this one though. My goodness, you have a seventy foot long home and the patio is the full length. What is it about thirty feet wide?"

"That's right it is thirty by seventy. Nice size don't you think?"

"It is unbelievable. Anyway, here are your insurance cards; you seem to be acquiring vehicles at an alarming rate. Are you going to keep your original pickup?"

"I'm not sure, probably not; there is no need right now for another pickup."

"Let me know if you sell it so I can cancel the insurance and get you a refund. I've changed all your policies to reflect Steve Sharp, Inc. I have an endorsement for your S&S Enterprises d.b.a.," she said then showing me an invoice, "If you can get me a check for this amount, I will be out of your hair so you can go register the vehicles."

I went in to write the check and ran into Sue putting a check from the adjuster into her purse. She said a tow truck was going to be here in a few minutes to take the car to the dealer to be repaired.

Sue came out to the patio with me to greet the insurance lady and had a few words with her as the lady wrote a receipt. I asked Sue if she wanted me to wait for her or would she mind if I ran up and got the registration stuff taken care of. She thought I should go while it was still early before that office got busy after lunch.

I was back in less than forty-five minutes with the tags. Sue rode with me to the storage place where the two big trucks were. I put the new tags on the two trucks and heard that this was going to be a second load already. We drove over to the new place to find Shawna inside painting the second pickup truck. She said she would add more stuff later but the S&S Enterprises on the doors was a good start. She asked Sue when she wanted her to do the Mustang.

"Let's make some drawings and see what all we want on it," Sue was saying, thinking of what she wanted. "I want the car to look like one of the NASCAR models, but a convertible. I'm going to get Steve to make me a padded roll bar and install it in the car so it will really look like a race car. So let's get some pictures of the different race cars then we'll design what we want."

Shawna said that when the guys took a lunch break or came back with a load, she would do the new big truck. Also they were supposed to bring over the custom welding truck this trip, so she would do that one too.

The contractor was finishing up forms on both sides of the building. Today he had fourteen men as well as himself working on the project. He was using the surveying tool to get all the posts for grade in place. He had a couple of guys doing the rebar and mesh to hold the concrete together. He asked me if I thought he could put all of the used mobile generators and compressors on the outside of the fence that night and would it okay to park everything else either inside the shop or in the front parking lot. I told him we would put the forklifts inside and everything else in the front parking lot.

I put the tags on the two pickups. Sue said for me to choose one of them for myself so Shawna could paint my name over the door. Both were exactly the same and both had about the same miles. The bodies were both very clean, with no marks on either one. I pointed at one and Sue put a note on that one for me and the other one for Abe.

Alice drove up to the front of building. We walked through the shop and on through the showroom to meet her. She had lunch for Abe and Shawna and the other men. She didn't know Sue and I would be there. I told her we were getting ready to leave soon.

Sue and I drove down to the Greek restaurant so she could cause her usual stir. The owner was eyeball locked on her the whole time we were there.

I had someplace to take Sue after lunch, saying it wouldn't take long but we needed to do it. We drove down Kennedy Boulevard almost to downtown Tampa to my attorney's office. When we walked in he greeted us like a politician with an arm out to welcome us and his right hand stuck out to shake mine. He stuttered a little during Sue's introduction, but recovered his eyes and speech very professionally.

He had us go into his conference room where he spread out a whole bunch of fancy documents. He briefly explained to Sue that I had asked that she be on the corporate structure of the company and these were the documents to amend the corporation. When Sue looked at me funny, I said, "I didn't make this a minority owned business as I'm assigning each of us fifty percent ownership with a buy and sell agreement should anything happen to either of us. Let's get this done, I have appointments pretty soon."

Everything, including a real live "last will and testament" was signed in under ten minutes, ready to be recorded. We left, heading back to the shop to start meeting the telephone guys.

I had Sue drive my old pickup home, saying I would drive one of the new pickups as soon as I was done with the telephone guys. The contractor had installed pillars along where the new walls were going to be and was pouring concrete on both sides at the same time.

The first telephone guy was a know-it-all who told me what I had to have for a business like mine. He ran his mouth till I finally asked if he was able to give me a quote for what I wanted. He said yes and left saying he would have it ready for me by next Wednesday or Thursday. I planned on calling him and blowing him off Monday.

The second guy was already there and waiting for me a while as the blowhard was getting on my nerves. This guy asked me dozens of questions that I felt were good ones. He drew a floor plan of the shop, the offices, and showroom, then drew the two new annexes, as he called them. We walked throughout the entire building while he asked what kind of activity was going to be done in each area.

He asked if he could use the conference room for a few minutes so that he could get a quote ready for me.

The time for the third guy came and went. I guess a new guy like me can't get all that much attention. The second guy came out of the conference room and said he had all the information and now wanted to give me a proposal. We went back into the conference room where he went over each area of the building, confirmed what activity was proposed to be done there, and went over the new areas, as well as the outside lot and storage area, very thoroughly.

First he gave me a price for all used equipment for the telephones, but new equipment for the paging. Then he gave me a price for all new equipment. We went back over his drawing with the marks for each location he proposed to have a phone and how he was going to wire it so we could add onto the new areas easily.

His numbers for all new equipment seemed high, but what did I know. He was planning on twenty-five phones to start so that was a lot more than I had thought. He explained why I would want a phone in the showroom, two phones in each of the shops. He said I probably would want four in each of the big areas one day so I wouldn't have to walk so far to answer a phone. Each of the two offices between the showroom and the shop would have two phones, the lunch room and conference room each would have one. Then each of the upstairs offices would have two. He said he was not putting any phones in the paint booths, but one outside of the booths near an outside door. There would be explosion proof paging horns inside the paint booths, however.

I asked, "If we agree on a price, when would you be able to get this installed." The man smiled, "If we get this signed up, we could start installing the system in the morning."

That did it for me. He was talking my language. When it seemed I was hesitating, he said, "If you will sign right now and advance me fifty percent of the total, I will install data network wiring throughout the building at all of your phone locations and in the new shops."

Shit, he already had me. I was wondering if I kept my mouth shut would the deal get any better. I thought I should let him off the hook. "That's a great deal. Let me write a check while you put all that in your contract so you can start tomorrow."

He was really prepared; he had a contract made out already, with the corporate name and the d.b.a. He even had the data wiring on the agreement. We signed it, I gave him a check, and he gave me a copy of the contract and left.

While we had been in the conference room, there had been a lot of activity going on out in the offices. As I came out of the conference room, I could see a table and chairs in the break room. I walked down the hallway to see a desk and chair, even in the offices that I wasn't planning to occupy yet. Ruth's office was done with a very nice desk and a tall credenza. She had a small table with only two chairs at it.

The big corner office was a knockout. Ruth and Glenda were hanging curtains. There was a very large curved desk with a very tall chair behind it. In front of the desk were two very comfortable, leather looking, chairs. On the one wall was a full-size matching couch and, in the middle of the room, a nice sized round table, and four matching chairs with casters. The back room, about the size of the conference room at the other end of the hall was empty, but I couldn't imagine what to put there.

Ruth said to go downstairs and look at Sue's and my office. Down there was a large desk that had leg holes and drawers on each side, an actual double desk. Behind each chair was a large matching credenza with bookshelves. I looked closely at the credenza and realized it had a keyboard drawer to be pulled out. The thing was also a PC desk. It was then that I noticed that on the side of the big window there was a door that led out to the shop. I could just get up from my desk and enter the shop directly, instead of going out my door into the showroom then back down the hall to the shop.

I walked next door, on the other side of the hallway to the shop, to the other office. It had a double desk and credenzas that doubled as a PC desk too. The quality was good, but not near what mine was. They had three chairs for visitors, while my office had a table about the size of the one in the big office and four chairs with casters.

I went back upstairs as the girls were finishing the drapes for the big corner window. They showed me how to use a rod and to pull the drape down for privacy.

The outside window now had blinds and a nice set of drapes, giving the office a very professional appearance. Too bad it was so far away from the floor of the shop. It would make a great place to impress new clients when it was needed.

Ruth said the last thing she needed to do was make a trip to Staples for some office machines and paper supplies. She said she would do that on the way home. She would pick up a fax and a couple of adding machines.

Abe came to mind. He didn't have a place to organize or keep track of what he was doing. If he were going to head a team, he would need an office. I went to find the contractor. He was watching a bulldozer level the lot. There were two big trucks dumping dirt to fill in a couple low spots.

The first thing I asked him was if he could design in an office area in Abe's new shop. The second thing I asked was, the place was going to look pretty barren being completely paved. He suggested that I get a landscaper to add some shrubbery or trees in strategic spots.

He was saying the lot would be complete and ready to use about five in the morning. When I asked him why he was pressing so hard with the paving, he said the asphalt folks wanted the work, but they had won a couple of bids that would take them pretty far away for a couple of weeks to a month.

I gave him a key to the building, saying he could use the facilities and the lunchroom if he or his crew needed to. Abe was standing in what he had thought was going to be his shop.

"Abe, don't get carried away setting this side up too much. I'm building you a much bigger area on the other side," I said while walking him through the two shops to the other side of the building. There was a big overhead door already cut out and being installed between the new and existing shop areas. There were also two other wide doors that led into it. We went to the drawing on the contractor's table to find he now had blueprints of the buildings. An office area was already drawn in at the front of the new space.

"What do you think, is the office where you would want it?" I asked.

"Either end is good." Abe said studying the drawings for the first time. "If it were in the middle it might be good too, but the big door to the shop is going to be in the middle so either end is best. If it were on the back end, I would possibly be closer to the lot, but this shows a big overhead door on each end and in the middle across from the main shop. The front is better because then I would be closer to come to see you or customers if I needed to."

Abe looked out the back over through the middle big door, "I can park all of my equipment before it is built right there on the side. If you build this covered area, I can park completed work under there. Looks good to me. Will there be a phone out there too?"

"One in the office, one in the middle and one down near the rear. If we need more, we'll get them."

"That's great. With this big shop, I can work on three projects at the same time, not counting any little jobs I might pick up. If you can find the equipment to rebuild, I could use as many as three good mechanics and three helpers. The only thing I'll be able to do is to keep tabs on three projects at a time."

"What is this along the inside wall?" Abe pointed.

I told Abe, "That's your parts bins. You will have about sixty feet of parts bins so you will have all the space you could want, I hope."

"Wow, how will I ever keep track of that?" Abe asked looking a little overwhelmed.

"Easy, we will have an inventory program that will keep track for you. When you use a part, you enter the item number or the bin number you took it from and confirm it was the right item, and then check it out to a job. We'll be able to keep an exact cost on each project."

"You already have this?"

I grinned and laughed, "Not yet, I just thought of it and what we would really need. I'll tell Sue to get her PC guru on it right away."

Abe looked on and said, "Damn, I wish I were twenty years younger doing this. I'm so excited about having my own shops, I can't tell you. I'll just do what I can and train as best as possible."

"That's the way successful companies do it. They train their people to be their best and to do perfect work." I said hoping to be able to do just that.

"You know Steve, you're always talking about perfect work, that should be this companies motto, 'We strive to do perfect work' or something like that."

"Think about it Abe and let the others help, make us a motto and we will paint it above all the doors to remind us to try a little harder."

Abe went out to his new truck to leave, while I checked with the contractor one last time. He said he was satisfied with the first day. He said that after they finished, he might have to reheat and roll the asphalt again to smooth it out but that wouldn't be a big deal. He said he would see me for coffee at my house around six thirty in the morning.

I drove my new truck home. It was very nice with power windows and a fancy dash with a CD player. Who had time for that, I needed something that I could dictate notes into. This truck wasn't as cozy as the old pickup as it had split seats with a console between them. Sue couldn't sit up next to me.

At home, the patio was full of excited people. Tom and Al were telling Tiny, Charlie, and Jim about how they were almost finished moving all the equipment from the storage place. Shawna was sitting smugly pointing at the S&S logo on the door of my new pickup, explaining that she had two coats of clear on it too. Ruth was talking about the great deals on furniture she had been able to find. Glenda was talking about how well the decorating was going.

Sue was preparing spaghetti and meatballs with hot rolls. While I helped make salads and dressing, we discussed a few things. When it was my turn to talk, "Sue, I need you to get your computer whiz kid to install a network for us. We will need an inventory program and some kind of project software so we can track jobs. We will need PCs in all the offices, including Abe's new office. There is a small room off the main shop that should work for a telephone and network room."

Sue told me, "Let me give him a call real quick, put the spaghetti through the strainer in about three minutes. The sauce is almost hot and the meatballs are done. When the timer goes off take the rolls out of the oven."

Betty and Joan came in to get the salad and dishes to set the table. I said the food would be on its way out in about five minutes.

By the time I had the mixed vegetables in a bowl, the spaghetti, meatballs, and sauce mixed together, opened three bottles of wine, and put the hot rolls into a big basket, Sue was off the phone. We carried the rest of the food out and joined the throng to eat our salads.

While we ate Sue said the guy would come over tomorrow and check out the network cabling and tell us about a couple of programs he had that should work for us.

Supper was good, or at least good enough that there wasn't any food left. I couldn't believe the massive amount of spaghetti that had been consumed. The three bottles of wine were plenty but were augmented by frequent trips to the beer tap. With everyone's bellies full, the lethargic feelings came over all of us. The table and dishes were cleaned up while the rest of the folks watched TV.

Sue said it was time for our walk, so we put on our swimsuits, Sue's under a pair of shorts, and took a walk. Ruth and Tiny came with us to walk off the food. We walked for over a half-hour and ended at the swimming pool. All four of us swam for half an hour then we sat in the bubbly hot tub in our suits.

As we sat chatting about nothing of importance, Sue and I could tell Ruth was up to something. Her hands had been busy at Tiny's waist and then at hers. She got up on Tiny's lap and was obviously working herself down onto him. When she was firmly planted, Ruth leaned back on Tiny with his arms around her and kissed his neck. We could see Ruth moving herself up and down on her husband, enjoying the intimate contact.

Sue wasn't going to let Ruth have all the fun. She soon had my suit pulled down and her bottoms hanging onto one foot, trying to force herself onto me. It took a while but Sue's oily nature won out. The two girls were facing each other while pleasuring their husbands. As Sue's movements became more rapid and erratic, I could not hold back another second, hosing her insides with semen while she quivered and gasped.

We put ourselves back together and exited the spa. I think a couple of the couples may have guessed what we had been up to as they snickered at us on our way out.

At home all the folks were either on their way to bed or had already gone when we came back. Tiny and Ruth said goodnight, leaving Sue and me relaxing at the bar.

Sue wanted a rum and Coke so I made up two and we sat, sipping our drinks and enjoying each other's company on the dark patio. Ten minutes later we were cuddled under the covers slipping off to sleep.



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Chapter 44

Day Forty-four - Tuesday

Oh my, what an intoxicating aroma. My dream was filled with Sue's scent, her secretion odor. At the same time, my dick was being brought to an exciting explosion, while my eyes were still closed.

Just as my first shot launched from my loins, I awoke to find the delicious sight of Sue's moist pussy inches from my own lips. When I raised my head to suck her clit into my mouth she erupted, sending sprays of her own juices over my chin and neck. The only sounds were Sue's "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Sue held me in her sucking mouth until there was nothing more to suck out of me. She then lay fully on me, breathing heavily, "Oh Steve, I was so horny for you when I woke up. I needed to love you so I just sucked you up. Doing that to you made me so hot, I came as soon as your tongue touched me. So good!"

We got out of bed to hit the john. Sue pulled the wet bedclothes from the bed while I started a pot of coffee. We enjoyed an erotic shower, with an additional coupling, before going out on the patio and turning on a light.

Shawna showed up first, with a T-shirt full of holes her only covering. She did her usual feet on the front edge of the chair, showing off her fire red trimmed beaver. This time however, there was white gooey stuff leaking out of her. Shawna was idly scooping up a finger-full at a time before slipping the finger into her mouth. With her other hand she was holding her coffee mug.

Hanna showed up a few seconds later and observed the antics Shawna was going through. Hanna reached over and scooped a finger full then, sucking it into her mouth said, "I just love that stuff. I'll never get pregnant. When Jim gets hot, ready to get off, I make him feed it to me. Don't know what it is, but I love the taste of that stuff."

Glenda came in during Hanna's discourse and mentioned that she should get as much as she can now because when Jim got older, he would only be able to give her the taste treat once a day, at the most.

Charlie came onto the patio with a smile on his face, checking out his wife's lewd display, "You trying to attract more takers for the hot twat of yours or are you trying to cool it off?"

"More would be nice, but no, not advertising, mostly just tasting what you left," Shawna smiled giving her husband a kiss.

Jim, Tiny, and Ruth showed up about the same time. Ruth once again was showing off her nice, large, breast areolas and nipples through another transparent gown. We guys had a hard time keeping our eyes off the various shows being put on.

Sue was curled up in my lap with her head on my shoulder, "Do you think you will finish moving today?"

Tom and Al, with Betty and Joan, had just arrived. Tom said that everything should be done, including cleaning up the storage place, by noon.

"Good," Sue said, "I think Gene's planning to come over after lunch. I would like to be able to show him a little activity. He is a link to a lot of future business. He said he wanted to bring his wife by to meet all of us."

I added to conversation, "A shipment of materials should arrive today. I will build the stands to hold the materials and you guys can start work on some frames and some sheet metal. We can show Gene a set of completed sheet metal and see how he wants to handle delivery and testing to see if it's worthwhile for us to do the forming. Oh yeah, the phone guy is going to be installing cable for the phones, computers, and paging. Be careful of his guys on ladders. If they need help, do it."

Charlie and Jim said they wanted to stop by after work to check out how the building additions were coming along. Charlie also wanted to see this work area Shawna was gushing over.

Ruth said she wanted to look at my computer and all of my receipts and deposits to date so she would have a place to work from. She said the longer she waited, the harder it would be to get all the records straight.

The contractor showed up to have some coffee with us. Shawna quit showing off her beaver, but Betty, Joan, Hanna, and Ruth couldn't help but become focal points due to their very thin dressing gowns.

He was telling me we could park all of our equipment in the fenced in lot this morning. The lot should be finished being packed and rolled. He said he was going to have a crane at the shop putting up the cross members and roof of the new buildings. The paint booth equipment should arrive today as well. Also, he said, if all went well, the new shop area should be built out by Thursday and the paint booth addition by Friday or Saturday morning. Final inspection won't happen on the paint booth until Monday, but he thought he could get the other side inspected and passed tomorrow morning. I asked him to have his plumber work with Abe on the air lines.

Tiny, Charlie, and Jim said they needed to get going, as did the contractor. He thanked us for the coffee and told the girls showing off that he enjoyed their company as well.

Before Tom and Al left, I told them that I wanted to hang the frame in the showroom using some heavy wire. Then I wanted them to mount the set of sheet metal onto the other frame so Shawna could begin painting it. Shawna told me to wait for the paint booths, as it would be a better job. Al agreed with her saying he would help on the initial prep, primer, and first coats as well as the clear when it was all done.

I hated to wait but it would have to be. Sue suggested I take the shovel into the showroom to display Shawna's work, that way she might be able to get some work from one or more of the NASCAR teams. That was good idea, so I had Tom and Al to help me lift the bike into the back of the pickup and tie it down. I threw a bunch of cleaning materials into the truck to make the bike shine.

Sue said she had to go by her Uncle Ben's office and the bank before coming in, but would be there by ten. We both left with a full day ahead of us.

The big lot looked great paved. It gave the whole place a professional appearance. I was amazed at the rapid progress being made on the additions. There were two cranes, one on each side of the building lifting panels up to be fitted and attached as a roof. Men were already working on the inside of the big shop addition, attaching insulation to the roof and front wall, while more men were erecting panels on the sides.

The paint addition was coming along about the same except they were not finishing off the front so the paint booths could be easily installed. There was a tractor-trailer backed up to the rear doorway. Abe was lifting materials off with the newer forklift and setting the materials in stacks on pallets on the shop floor. I had not realized how much I had ordered.

Tom and Al helped me get the bike out of the pickup and I pushed it up front to the showroom. Shawna shooed me out saying she would get the bike ready for display as it was her work and this was for promoting her business.

I went to the back of the shop where I wanted to build the rack for the tubing and sheet metal. On the welding shop side I set aside the beams necessary for that rack then had Abe take the other rack material to the sheet metal side which was closer to the paint building.

This was raw work, nothing fancy. I measured what sizes I would need and set up the beams so I could cut them with the gas torch. I laid everything out in the manner I wanted it be then using the wire feed arc, welded the pieces together. Once they were all put together, I got Tom and Al to help me stand the rack up and move it to the wall. The rack was heavy and stable enough to not move but I still welded it to the two beams holding up the building at that location.

While I was doing the rack on the other side for the sheet metal, Abe separated the various pieces of tubing and blank plate to make up a complete set then used the forklift to put it on the rack.

Tom and Al had taken a forklift into the showroom and used it to hang the frame from the steel joist overhead. They had it at a forty-five degree slant pointing down with the whole thing slightly tilted to show off the interior of the cockpit.

When they were done I had them separate the sheet metal into groups representing one car in each group. Abe lifted it onto the rack then we all got busy cleaning up the floor from the recent activity. We were able to easily restore the shop floor to the glossy, just painted look.

Sue was in our new office with the computer guy who was sitting in my chair, frantically taking notes.

The telephone guys were a busy group, pulling cables to all parts of the building, hanging speakers way up high on the overhead beams and pushing wire through the tiled office ceiling with the tiles pulled out. The telephone contractor said he had brought several extra men so he could do the job fast, if that was okay with me. I like the way this man thought.

Glenda showed up with a huge box of sandwich material. She had over twenty pounds of lunchmeats, with all the trimmings, including lettuce, tomatoes, and all the condiments. As she put it in the lunchroom, I told the telephone guys they were welcome to eat any time they wanted, then went out to the contractor and told him his men were welcome to eat with us.

When he said his men would be too dirty to come in, I said, "Soap and water is cheap. Tell them to come on in. We have plenty of food and iced tea. The bathroom in the shop area is ready for some dirty guys. Enjoy."

The word went out to all the men and the heavy equipment was being shut down quickly. It was the right thing to do, as they all were excited at being treated well by the customer.

The computer guy was going to return with the first load of equipment in an hour or so. Shawna had finished up the bike, making the showroom look pretty good. Ruth had purchased several big fake potted trees to soften up the cold appearance.

Sue and I were looking at the showroom from the front door when Gene, accompanied by two other men and a lady drove up. As he got out of his big Lincoln, he pointed up to the S&S sign in front then came through the big front double doors. All four of them stopped and looked at the frame hanging at eye level from the ceiling, and then down at the floor to see the embedded S&S. Gene had a big smile on his face. One of the other guy's eyes were glued to the bike.

Gene introduced his wife, and the two guys as a visiting team owner and his crew chief. The two guys choked a little shaking Sue's hand, as they were both tall. That means they were looking straight down into some great cleavage. Gene's wife wasn't chopped liver but she was not even close to Sue.

We told them that we were moved in, but in a building mode, putting in a telephone system and adding onto the building.

Out in the shop area we turned to the left to see the welding shop first. The area was large enough to build four frames at a time if we had the orders and folk to build that much at a time. Again the focal point of the embedded S&S gave proof to how clean and bright the place was. Gene noted the rack at the back of the building with all the materials on it.

On the wall near the workbench and group of stands, the blueprint of the frame was mounted with a clear sheet of plastic over it for protection. I was going to have to compliment Tom for that.

I showed them the new building and how it was going, explaining this was going to be our rebuilding shop for large mobile generators and compressors. We walked around the rear of the dividing partition to the sheet metal area.

"Gene, I said I would have something that I hope enthuses you."

Al had laid out the entire car's set of panels on the floor, in an order that you could tell what each panel was for.

"Are these to spec?" Gene asked.

"Exact to the blueprint you gave me," I replied.

"How many sets do you have?" he asked.

"Just this one, plus another set almost complete," I said wondering at how rapidly he was questioning me.

"How fast can you make more?" Gene was now being pushy like he had never done before.

I was now even wondering if we had sprung this new venture on Gene too early, "Until we can train more people, we should be able to produce five or six a week."

"Put me down for twenty sets," Gene said matter of factly.

"Are you building twenty cars?" I asked.

"No, we need spare sheet metal for the cars. They get beat up and panels need to be replaced constantly."

"Are there panels that are not affected? I'm sure there are some parts that get hurt more often than others."

"You're right, but we never know, so we make up complete sets to take along and then once a month or every six weeks, we take stock and only make what we need to make up more sets. If you're making them up, you'll be cheaper than we can do it ourselves, so just make up the whole thing."

"Gene, how about two full sets then I'll get your crew chief to tell me what panels they need more pieces of. That will save you a ton."

Gene turned grinning at the other team owner and crew chief, "See, that's why I love the way this guy works. He's saving us time and money at every turn."

"Well, now that you've brought it up, I have another piece of the puzzle that I would like to fit. Come this way."

We walked into the shop area that was going to be Shawna's work area. Again the big S&S on the floor stood out. We walked through it, then out the back door to look at the construction of the paint addition.

The visiting crew chief said, "Looks like you're building double paint booths."

I smiled and walked over to where the trucks were parked and showed them the S&S logos.

"Did you like the paint on the bike up front?" I asked looking at them. Gene's wife said with a blush, "That is the most erotic paint on a vehicle I've ever seen."

Gene, and the visitors said, "Erotic?"

"When we go back in, I'll show you," she said.

I continued, "I have a painter that will paint your entire car or just the base colors and any custom lettering. I want more of your business. The booths are for our rebuild operation but I think we can be of even more service to you. Let us do some of the grunt work your guys hate. We'll install the decals for you as well if you want."

The visiting owner asked, "How much are you going to charge for all of that?"

"I have no idea. You and I will have to work out what it's worth to you."

The visiting crew chief said, "Since we are not close by, if we were to receive panels already painted in our basic colors, that would be a real advantage. We could put on the decals. Hell just being able to buy a frame like the one we saw at Gene's, and panels as nice as those inside, would put us three days plus ahead of schedule."

I looked at the crew chief, "We would put all the panels on the frame but then you wouldn't be able to get your equipment inside and it would be too difficult to work on the inside set up. We haven't been able to come up with a way to securely fasten the panels and still have them be removable."

He replied, "You're right about the equipment installation. We'll look at ways it might be done. You're going to have to get paint lot numbers for every team you paint for. So when they touch them up after installing the panels the paint matches."

"I've thought of that but figured I can buy paint from the same vendors as the teams or just buy it from the individual team to make sure it's the same," I said, agreeing with the crew chief.

Gene said, "You already have us so used to being able to say, hey Steve, we need a frame and it magically appears that with the sheet metal going for you, my crew is going to want to adopt you."

Gene continued, "Steve, you have a real operation here. I'm excited for you and know you will be radically successful at it. I'm going to help you with my business for sure. I know my counterpart out in Lakeland thinks you walk on water. Does he know about your sheet metal yet?"

"You're the first, Gene," I said seriously. "This is a new venture, it's going to take a little while to get it expanded, but you know we work hard training people to do perfect work."

The other owner said, "I like that phrase, perfect work. Gene told me you said you wouldn't accept anything but perfect work from yourself."

We had walked back into Shawna's area. She was cleaning some of her painting equipment, so I introduced everyone to her. The crew chief looked at her, "You're so little, how will you get at the top of the cars?"

Shawna pointed to a platform with steps on wheels, "If I use that, I don't drag the air hose all over the side of what I'm painting. I encourage tall guys to use one too as they will have a smoother paint job."

The crew chief nodded, "I'll have my guys get one of those."

We walked up the back stairs into the break room. We looked into the conference room, then walked along the balcony till we came to Ruth's office. I introduced everyone, telling them Ruth was the person I depended upon to keep the business in the black.

I showed them the fancy office and Gene turned to his wife, "I want one just like this. We've been going to remodel for years, I want one like it."

Back downstairs in the showroom, Gene's wife pointed out the flames and how they were molded into forms that represented male and female couples. Shawna had placed the two helmets on the seats. Gene's wife pointed out how one helmet was all silver representing the male figures and the gold represented the female.

"I don't think we could get away with that on a racecar," the visiting team owner said.

We walked over to my office, where I took out a couple of order forms, "Gene, how about ten sets of sheet metal then we'll start tracking what you've used. If we have you and several other teams to track for a year, we should be able to have a good idea of spare parts needed for the road."

I added, "I don't have a price for it, but if you'll help me with it, it will be a good price."

Gene told me, "I'll have the crew chief and the accountant call you, they have it broken down. Don't paint these first ones, primer would be good though. We'll work on paint soon."

I turned to the visiting team owner, "Would you like to order any frames and sheet metal packages?"

"Will you work for me, too?" he asked surprised by my question.

"Of course, that's why Gene brought you. I'm going to have to pay for this building someway."

He looked at me, "Can you deliver them?"

"Sure, if the price is right. Where is your team's shop?" I asked.

"South Carolina."

"Shouldn't be a problem, If it's more than two at a time, we'll contract a commercial carrier. I don't own a big tractor with a flat bed yet. I guess I should look for an enclosed trailer though for the frames and sheet metal."

"Oh, that reminds me, Gene, I'm going to ship all the frames we build from now on in primer to keep any rust down. The weather is just too moist to have bare metal exposed."

"That's another step off the process. Why not just use our frame paint and finish the job," Gene offered. "That's worth two - three hundred dollars."

"Okay, two hundred more for primer and paint," I said making a notation.

The visiting team owner said, "I want to order five frames and two sets of sheet metal. I'm not desperate today but who knows about tomorrow."

"We'll get right on it, you should have delivery, early next week," I said then added "Gene and I will come up with a fair price on the sheet metal and I'll call you to confirm."

Before leaving, Gene said, "You better put me down for two more frames so I'll have them in stock. So far this season, the drivers can't keep them on their wheels."

After they left Sue asked, "Should we put on our coveralls and start?"

"Maybe, but I'm going to get Tom and Al going and see if I can hire some more people. We're going to need at least one, maybe two more sheet metal guys, and probably two more welders."

We went to see how Abe's new shop was coming. It was entirely enclosed with new bright overhead lighting. The design had large windows along the outside wall giving some natural light too. All of the inside insulation was up and now the workmen were putting up some kind of tough washable composite paneling. Following right behind them were two guys building a commercial workbench that would be from one end of the shop to the other except for where doors were.

Abe was standing, with two guys in their fifties or early sixties, watching the contractor's activities. He saw Sue and me approaching and introduced Gary and Ted, two men who he had worked with previously. He said they had agreed to come to work rebuilding product. Abe said he had a guy for me to meet tomorrow. A former company salesman that knew every dealer in a six-state area.

Sue and I welcomed the men to S&S Enterprises saying their comfort and happiness working with us was important. They were always able to talk to either of us, anytime.

I cornered Al, asking him about where to look for more men. He said he would help but he didn't know whether we were going to need any more people just yet. When I told him we had orders for seven sets of sheet metal with more orders anticipated soon, he said he would talk to his Dad that evening. He did say that I could call the school he had gone to, but the school was a little crude in what they taught their students.

My talk with Tom was about the same. I said I would go by the school with him so he could introduce me to the school personnel.

Al came over to talk with me while I was still with Tom. Al asked, "Would you have a problem if we stayed late for a while to catch up with the orders you have. Would it kill your profit to pay overtime?"

"I looked at the two of them and said, "Work as long and as much as you want. Don't let yourselves get tired out so that your quality suffers, as we do perfect work, nothing less. And most of all don't neglect your wives. Money is good but it isn't worth a good wife."

They said they understood and expected me to still examine their work. They went to get Abe to get some materials down for them to work with.

The telephone guy was working in the telephone and computer room while the computer guy was setting up PCs and printers in offices. There was another telephone man standing in the doorway to the telephone room looking lost.

He was the guy from Verizon to hook up our three outside lines. My telephone contractor showed him where he was to install the lines.

A fire marshal was in the showroom looking at the bike so I introduced myself and asked how I could help him.

He looked at everything. We were gigged for a bulb out in an "exit" sign as well as some clutter around the big valves for the shop sprinkler system. The contractor saw who I was talking to and came over to help out. When the fire marshal began demanding sprinklers in the office areas, the contractor reminded the man that the building was grandfathered because it was built before sprinklers were required in office areas. The marshal swore that because we were expanding the facilities, that canceled the grandfather clause.

I held up my hand and suggested Sue call Ben to have him research it for us. As soon as I explained who Ben was, the fire marshal became indignant and stomped out, saying we'd play hell getting our paint booths certified.

The contractor told me the guy was a total asshole and what he really wanted was a kickback. He told me all I had to do was slip him a couple of hundred and he would go away.

I thought Sue was going to explode. She said she would be back in a bit and went to our office to use my cell phone.

The paint booth equipment had arrived and was being installed. I asked the contractor if we could create an office in Shawna's area so she would have a place for her records. He said to keep those change orders coming, that was how he made big bucks.

Sue came back saying her Uncle was on the county board of commissioners and was going to find out how to take care of the fire marshal. There was a guy with an alarm company logo on his shirt following her. Probably drooling but he was doing a good job covering it up.

Sue introduced the guy to me as the guy who used to do the alarms for the previous company. I told him we did need an alarm and that we did want to add the new buildings as zones. We also wanted a top lean out on our eight-foot fence with concertina wire on top to discourage anyone from wanting to visit at inappropriate times.

I told him to see Ruth when he was done. She, or Sue would have someone check to make sure everything was secure.

Sue said the computer guy was going to spend some time with Ruth, Abe, and her, showing them how the inventory program worked. He would also spend time with Ruth for the accounting package. Ruth felt it would not be a problem as it was a form of QuickBooks.

I went to check on Abe to find he had a generator being torn down by one guy and a forklift by the other. Abe said there was no time like the present. I told him he would have to move the equipment so the floor could be sealed and painted. That didn't bother him at all, "I'll just use the big lift to move both of these to the main floor before we leave or whenever they want to do it. I'll go tell them now."

The two new men didn't even flinch; they just kept right on working.

Al and Tom were working together on the frames. They said they thought that they worked faster together than individually. They also said this way they double-checked each other. I didn't care, as long as we were cooking.

Shawna was hopping around in her area, watching the paint booths being installed. She said, "This is so exciting. Are you really going to let me play in those things? You're not going to believe what I can do."

"Shawna, do you want to work on your own right now or would you like to be an employee. I'm sure that there will be enough work through the company to keep you busy and earn your keep."

"I'm not sure Steve, you know I'm kind of independent. There are times when Charlie's going to need me and times even Dell is going to need me. If I'm working here as an employee, I won't be able to flex around the way I'll need to."

"We'll keep it loose for now. If either one of us sees that it needs to change, we'll change it," I said giving her a hug before going back to the front.

Ben and a guy that was in a sheriff's department uniform were talking to Sue. Ben introduced me to the Hillsborough County Sheriff. The man had a small item in his hand and an envelope.

"Mr. Sharp, this is a recording device that I would like you to use when you take care of the fire marshal," the Sheriff said. "In this envelope are five marked one hundred dollar bills. If you have made the guy mad, it's going to take this much to get him off your back. We know he's holding people up, but haven't been able to catch him. Today, no one knows about this but us four so I know it's not going to leak. Are you willing to help us?"

"You bet I am, this guy is an arrogant s.o.b. that needs some retraining," I said with a smile while taking the two items.

"If you two gentlemen will leave or go sit in the break room, I'll call him right now so he can come re-inspect. I'll do the deal in the big office upstairs."

I used the cell phone to call his office. At first he would not take the call but I said I wanted to comply and would he talk to me. When we talked, I said I thought I might have a very good way to make the building comply with the current code and if he could come over today, we could resolve everything quickly. He amazingly said he would be here in five minutes.

The Sheriff grinned saying everything I had said was on the up and up and no entrapment at all. They went to the break room with Sue, while I waited at the front door.

When the fire marshal pulled up, I turned, pulled out the device and pushed the 'on' button. A light on the bottom came on and I stuck it back into my pocket. It looked like a fat pen next to my regular pen.

I took him upstairs to the big office and sat at the table with him. I said cautiously, "This building needs to have the inspections approved so we can do business. It is very important to me and I know you are just trying to do your job as best as possible."

The envelope was sitting on the table between us so I picked it up and handed it to him. "This is a copy of the grandfather clause I was talking about. If you read it, I think you will agree with me and approve the building and the paint booths."

He looked at me real hard, turned to look around to make sure no one was watching as he opened the envelope and partially slid the money out of the envelope. After he counted the money he looked at me and gave me an evil look, "I think my signing off on your job is worth say another just like this. Can you do that?"

I couldn't believe the guy wanted a grand. I picked up the envelope, took out one of the bills and asked, "five more like this?"

"Five more just like that and your problems all go away."

I pulled out my wallet and below the table counted out five hundreds and put my wallet away. I fanned the bills and laid them on top of the envelope. He smiled his evil smile again and scooped it all up, putting my five with the marked five and folded the envelope into his pocket.

"Let's go down and sign off on these inspections. If I had more time I would demand a piece of that big titted girl that was hanging around. Congratulations on your new facility. You know I have to inspect you once a year but that will only be routine."

We walked downstairs out to the contractor's table where the plans and permits were. The fire marshal signed off on everything. As far as the county was concerned, the job was complete.

He didn't even offer to shake my hand, he just walked out of the showroom patting the pocket where the money was. I watched him leave then turned to see the Sheriff and Ben standing behind me.

Ben said, "We were in Ruth's office and heard almost everything you said."

The Sheriff took the device from my pocket pushed a button. It began playing first the Sheriff's voice identifying the recording, who was holding the device, the date, and time, then came a pause, followed by the entire conversation.

"Sorry about your five hundred but we should be able to recover it," the Sheriff said. "The fire marshal should be being arrested at this very second at his office. An unmarked car was following him and a couple of squads were ready to help with the arrest."

"Will my inspections be good or do I need to get another guy out here?" I asked, concerned that the illegal activity would mar the sign off.

"I'll make sure the chief fire marshal comes out and countersigns for you to make sure it's good. He'll owe me and you for this," the Sheriff said, turning to Ben.

"Your nephew-in-law or whatever he is, is a credit to the community. I know who he is because of a couple of incidents. He saved one of my men and that goes a long way with me," the Sheriff was addressing Ben.

He turned to me and said, "Thanks, I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

The two of them left, with me five hundred lighter, but my building signed off. Sue and I went back to the contractor to tell him that the place was signed off.

"How much did it cost you?" was the first thing he asked.

"A grand."

"The dirty s.o.b. He sure is a thief."

When I told him what had transpired and that Sue had started it all he busted up laughing. He said that folks shouldn't cross Sue, it could be dangerous.

The best part was that he wouldn't have to worry about being held up any more in the future.

Back inside, Abe had moved the equipment he was working on into the other shop area. The floor was being sealed as we walked by. Abe's two guys were continuing to work as if they were in the other shop. I told them to make sure they stopped early enough so they could leave the shop clean.

At the other end of the shop, Tom and Al had seven frames cut and most of the pieces bent. I noted that they had multiple squares and rulers around them while they worked, assuring me that they were doing their job.

Sue asked Shawna if she wanted a ride home as it was getting to be that time of the day. The two girls took off in Sue's convertible, top down, hair flying. Ruth was getting ready to leave as well, so I thought I should check with the telephone guy.

He said he should be done with everything tomorrow. He still had to put the phone in the outer area of the paint building and put the explosion proof speakers in the booths. He said Ruth had told him to put the fax in Sue's and my office, so it would be where we would be sure to see new faxes. The alarm guy said he would be done tomorrow as well.

I sat down and fiddled with the PC a little discovering that we had Internet. I went back to the telephone room and asked about that. He said the cable company had installed it when the phone lines were installed.

Something I had forgotten about, but Ruth, Sue, or the computer guy had remembered.

I went to observe Abe and his guys cleaning up and found one guy using some soap and water to get up a mark. I thanked him for doing a good job.

Abe said my surprise was coming over to my house in a few minutes, so we both better get going.

I left the contractor to lock up then left, feeling good about the progress. Tom and Al were going to work till eight or so, but would stop by before they went home.

Abe and I arrived to find a guy about fifty in a shirt and tie wearing a dress hat. He was standing at the front of his car, a late model Chrysler 300. As soon as we stopped he and Abe greeted each other like long lost brothers. He took his hat off and threw it on his front seat and came onto the patio with us.

Abe moved the three of us to the bar saying that Phil was a scotch on the rocks man. I fixed him a drink with Dewar's, while Abe got us both a beer.

Phil said, "Man this is some set up. Is this the park recreation center?"

Abe answered for us, "Nope, this is Steve's house. He has all these people over for coffee in the morning and then they all eat supper together after sitting out here drinking beer. There will be more folks coming, wait and see."

Abe then looked at me, "You were talking about branching out to other dealers. You also need to have someone savvy in our business to look for equipment to be rebuilt. Phil is your guy."

Phil started to say something but Abe cut him off, "Let me tell him about you before you start flapping your jaws.

"This guy was Onan's top salesman for seventeen years. They let him go because they felt he was too old to travel his territory and those customers wanted someone younger. The new guy is doing about fifteen percent of what Phil did, but they blame it on the downturn of the economy. You and I know there ain't no downturn.

"I want you to hire this guy to do two things. First, to re-establish the territory, but this time we are going to be selling rebuilt equipment with a new equipment warranty. Then he is going to scour these southern states for equipment for us to rebuild.

"Now you ask about drawbacks. Phil is a family guy. He used to drag his kids all over his territory while his wife home-schooled them. Now his kids are all off to college or married with jobs, but he still drags his wife everywhere he goes. You need a salesman. You need a roadman. This is both, rolled into one."

Phil looked stunned that Abe had presented him so well.

Sue had come up to sit next to me while I stood behind the bar. I made her a rum and Coke while Abe refilled our mugs.

"Phil, I have no problem with you taking your wife with you when you travel. This is my wife Sue, Sue this is Phil, a fellow that used to work with Abe. Phil, Sue works with me most every day and it strengthens our marriage. If Abe says, you're the guy, then you're the guy. How do you work, commission, salary, both?"

Before Phil could answer Abe butted in again, "He used to work on a salary plus commission, plus expenses. As time went on, they kept reducing the commission and cutting expenses. If you want to see this man blaze a trail, put him on a good commission and let him fly. He needs a modest salary and expenses too, but the commission is what makes his day."

Phil held up his hand, "Thanks Abe, you're a good friend, but I can talk for myself. Since I'm not working right now, any job sounds good. But what Abe has been telling me, you may have an idea that I've wanted to try for years. Abe said you've already sold several machines and now you have even found some forklifts. I can sell all I can get of those. I have to find the right supply houses to sell the mobile generators and compressors to, but I know a few right now that will want some. I also know where there is a bunch of equipment setting, wasting away.

Phil continued, "Hire me, and I'll make you proud. Abe told me about your "perfect" motto. I'm not a perfect man, but I bet I'm perfect for your company."

"Abe, I have another terrible idea." I interrupted excitedly and Abe groaned. "If Onan is probably doing as poorly in this area as you're saying, why not apply for a dealership and factory repair facility. We could make money on both ends."

Phil and Abe looked at each other grinning then Abe said, "See, I told you he comes up with stuff faster than lightning. Here we're trying to get a piece of the used business, and he's planning on getting it all."

Phil was nodding his head, "I could really get into being the rep for the area again. I'll bet it would work too. I'll call in the morning and find out what it takes and let you know. Oh yeah, when do you want me to start?"

"If you don't live that far away, how about coming by for coffee in the morning. Bring your wife with you so we can meet her then you both can go to the shop to see what you will be working with."

Phil and Abe were happy, Phil answered, "Sounds like a plan. We'll be here around when?"

Abe laughed, "It's a good thing Phil lives almost next door to me, I think Martin said the light comes on about six thirty. Don't be shocked by what the girls wear in the morning, Martin says that the girls try to get the guys going in the AM."

"Oh that's early, how about I bring donuts and show up about seven to seven fifteen?" Phil said.

Sue was happy too, "Great, I'm looking forward to meeting your wife."

Abe gave me the okay sign then the two friends left.

Sue and I joined the group that was waiting for me to finish conducting business before serving the food. Ruth started us out with some shrimp to dip in sauce progressing to some baked mahi mahi. She had done a remarkable job considering she had been at work all day. She fessed up saying Glenda had done most of the preparation.

Sue asked if we could go for a ride. She said she needed some wind in her face for a change.

Jim said she wouldn't get any wind in her face on my bike so she had the choice of riding with him or getting me to swap bikes for the evening since the shovel was at the shop. Sue laughed and asked if he was saying he wanted to play swap the bitch, or swap the bike?"

Hanna said, "I'll ride with the stud, he has tunes, come on, let's ride."

Sue gave me a kiss then headed to Jim and Hanna's with Jim for his bike. I got the regular helmet out for Hanna and said she could swap with Sue before we left. She just said it didn't make any difference and strapped it on. She had climbed up into the easy chair type of seat the big FLH had.

We rode down to see Hap and his guys, staying long enough to hear about their latest run in with the law. They were keeping a real low profile but the cops thought them to be running amok any way.

From there we headed straight to St. Pete to the little bar owned by the club down there. We had a couple more beers and went south over the big Skyway bridge into Palmetto to a tiny biker bar that was very busy for a weekday night. Once again, Charlie, Shawna, Jim, and Hanna knew everyone. We had a beer there and headed out to I-75 to go north. The guys let out the throttle, going about ninety until we hit the highway 54 exit. We went back west to 41 and south to the park. A nice ride and it was still only about ten.

Everyone put on robes for the tub and went to get Tiny and Ruth. Those two were already in their robes, with Ruth leading an already aroused Tiny by his dick almost all the way to the hot tub.

We soaked, sucked, and fucked. Hanna, in her enthusiasm to suck dick, did me twice while being occasionally fucked by someone switching between women. Sue said she was tired of being ignored by me so she sat on my face to drool an awful lot of the other guys stuff on me.

At home, we all had one last drink and went to bed by eleven. Sue wanted me one last time, and made sure I was up and ready before riding me to a great mutual orgasm. Hi, Ho, Sue.

Sleep took us both fast.



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Chapter 45



Day Forty-five - Wednesday

Gasp! Air, I need air! I was face deep between two of the biggest, firmest, most luscious titties known to man or to woman. How does she do that? She moves around, hugging me, then buries my face in her "death" cleavage. If you get stuck down there, you're a goner. You just have to turn your head so your nose and mouth get free to breathe in some fresh air.

Once my breathing was back to normal, I opened my eyes while still cushioned on the twin pillows of heaven.

I wonder if my mother quit breast feeding me too early. This fascination with boobs is driving me nuts ... or is it that it swells my nuts?

I was looking at the nipple of all nipples, the areola that always appears swollen, and the nipple that cones to a peak high on top of her breast. I wanted to suck on it; my mouth had drool dripping into her cleavage. Is this crazy? Nuts?

I need to wake up and get up. Dummy, you're already up. I mean I need to get out of bed and start my day. Good luck dummy, try to break the full nelson she has on you.

My mind was not working with me to be sane. My eyes were zeroing in on twin tasty treats. I stuck out my tongue and licked the side of the bulbous breast, never getting near the swollen areola. I wonder how you spell that? Is it aolea? Rolea? Arolea? Who cares, those two are awesome, and look at those nipples, just from a casual lick on the inside of her boob. That thing is pointing straight up, firm enough to put an eye out.

Okay, okay, I know. Self, get control. Self, quit drooling. Get up get going.

"Suck it, Steve, suck my nipples," came from the sleepy, sexy, Sue.

I'm sunk, she can read my mind, even asleep she can read my mind.

"Suck my breasts, baby, suck my nipples."

Oh well, I only thought I wanted to get up. You are already up, buddy. You're about as up as you are ever gonna get.

I sucked in one Sue's giant nipples and kept sucking till she groaned and wet my leg. Switching nipples gave me a fresh start. I tongued, sucked, and bit, until she wet me some more.

Rolling over on top of her was the right thing to do. Sue's legs spread wide, letting my probe find its place in heaven naturally.

We kissed, we humped, we kissed some more, then had a mutual screaming orgasm while our lips were locked together.

The bed was wet once again.

We cuddled on the wet spot for a few seconds before becoming energized, stripping the bed, starting coffee, and jumping into the shower, where I got to play with Sue's swollen chest a little longer.

All that good loving had Sue feeling wanton this morning. When I turned on the light on the patio at almost six-thirty, I found out that others must have been horny this morning too.

Sue was sitting on my lap giving me some sweet good morning kisses after our loving wakeup interlude. She was almost wearing a very sexy see through zebra striped shift. The stripes ran from top to bottom sort of diagonally and gave the appearance of being opaque but if you looked, nothing was hidden.

Betty and Joan showed up first in damn near nothing. Joan's a big girl with lots on top. You could see it all in her crazy 'getup' this morning. She isn't nearly as large breasted as Sue, but rivals Ruth in size. She didn't rival Ruth in sheer gown this morning, though. You could count Ruth's pussy hairs that weren't there this morning. Hanna and Shawna showed up in their T-shirts and promptly sat showing every one that they were well trimmed. Every guy there was having a hard time, literally.

Martin came dragging over saying Glenda was on her way, she was taking a shower again. The girls were teasing him about Glenda having to clean up after he woke her up. His reply was, "Woke her up my butt, she woke me up and tried to cripple me before I even had a chance to get the sleep out of my eyes."

Everyone had a great laugh at Martin's little story.

I told everyone that the guy who had been there yesterday evening was coming this morning with his wife. He was a potential new guy for the company.

Hanna and Shawna were sitting beside each other in lawn chairs with the their feet up on the edge of their chairs showing it all while both were idly playing with either the hair on their pussies or their clits. Charlie looked at the two of them and laughingly offered, "If the guy doesn't like what he sees this morning, he may not be right for your company."

Abe and Alice drove up with Phil and his wife right behind at six-fifty. When they walked onto the patio, Abe and Alice smirked at what the girls were all wearing. Phil and his wife both had a shocked look on their faces, then Phil's wife began smiling, which then turned into laughter.

"Are you girls trying to make my guy an offer he can't refuse, or is this the company welcoming committee?" Phil's wife said.

Phil didn't know everyone's name so he just addressed us, "Steve, Sue, and the rest of you, this is my wife of twenty-eight years, Judy."

As if it had been rehearsed everyone said in unison, "Hi Judy, Hi Phil." That caused all present to laugh.

Sue and I got the new couple some coffee; after refilling everyone's cup, we put two more pots on.

Phil had brought a selection from a local Italian bakery. This was a real treat. Judy couldn't get over the size of the patio and the size of our morning coffee group. Martin volunteered that this started from Glenda joining me one early morning to drink some coffee while she met me. He was saying the next thing he knew, Charlie and Shawna had become my good friends and joined us, then Tiny and Ruth, followed by Jim and Hanna, when they moved here, and then, of course, I met Sue. Tom and Al helped us move some stuff around and were recently hired to work for the company, so they joined our group as well.

Abe tried to summarize, "Steve and Sue are people magnets. When you meet them, you want to be around them, work with them. First it was just Steve, but when he found Sue, they became even more magnetic. Wait till you hear how the customers brag about them."

Phil asked, "How do you want me to do this. Should I just try to sell the equipment you are rebuilding? Are you going to try to pick up more lines?"

"Good questions, Phil, the first thing you should do is find out if Onan will give us a dealership and what products we want to sell that they make. Then make a list of the best other products you can sell to your customers and let's get those companies lined up for dealerships. Next you need to re-introduce yourself to your entire customer base so they know who to call for what. Once we get back in the door, you can work them for new product sales while getting hold of any junk they have, and their trade-ins."

I continued, "Spend this week establishing what you want to sell. I wouldn't mind if we were to sell lines of commercial welding equipment too. In time we might wish to sell sheet metal forming equipment as well. We can use our relationship with NASCAR teams as a referral base to sell new equipment."

Finishing I said, "Wait till you see my special custom made truck, just for specialized welding. We may wish to have some manufactured and sell them too. It is sweet."

Phil came back with, "I know a little about the welding industry, as some of the welding supply houses carry the mobile generators, as well as the compressors. I can see where those lines would be a benefit. Do you have a place for me to work, an office I can borrow?"

Ruth spoke up, "You can have the office next to mine. Steve didn't think we would need furniture for it, but I filled it up anyway. Your phone should be installed already so you can get right at it to start rebuilding your territory."

"Oh yes," Phil asked, "What territory do you want me to work?"

I smiled at Phil, "Florida first, then all of your old territory or at least as much as you wish to travel. Be kind to yourself. I understand Judy travels with you. Enjoy yourself while you work. A happy, contented sales guy will do better than a stressed out one."

"Thank you Abe, for making me come to talk to Steve. He may be new in business but he sure seems to know how to get his people to make a business successful," Phil said showing some emotion as he spoke.

Looking at Phil I shook my head in agreement then said, "Phil, I want our company to grow through the efforts of all our people. So far it's grown because of new opportunities. Right now we need at least two more good men in Abe's rebuild group and probably four men for the welding and sheet metal groups. One of the things you can do is to keep your eyes and ears open for the right people, people that want to join a team, not just have a job."

Judy asked, "Do you mind if I help Phil with his activity. You know, calling customers, setting up appointments, checking his orders, that sort of thing?"

Sue answered for me, "Working with your man can be one of the most rewarding experiences wives can have. Please work with him, you might even be better to us as an employee, so we can drive you to drive him for more sales. We'll get another double desk in that office for you along with a phone and PC for both of you. Any office supplies or special equipment you need, ask Ruth. If you need help making up a sales brochure, I think my web design guy does that sort of thing too. And that's another thing, we're setting up a website so potential customers can find out more about us."

"I'm sold," Judy said with a broad smile. "Even if all these girls run around half-naked trying to entice my man. Come on honey, let's get Abe to take us to our new business home."

Tom and Al had already left, as they wanted to get an early start on what they were building. Charlie and Jim needed to get going and Tiny shook Phil's hand before taking off to get ready to go to work.

Abe, Alice, Phil, and Judy left Martin and me with all these sexily clad women. I told Martin, "Look around Martin, how many can you take care of, I'll work my way through the rest."

Sue laughed, "After this morning, you're still horny? Want to take care of that before work?"

Martin said, "I don't think I would be capable of anymore right now, my Glenda drained everything out of me already."

Glenda rewarded Martin's praise with a big smooch.

Sue gave a list of stuff to Betty and Joan to do today and said she would be back to her office later this morning. She told me that we had a stops to make before we went to the shop but it would only take a couple of minutes.

I remembered about the pool table. I asked the two girls to have the pool table guy to set up the table and level it in the big family room where the sliding glass doors were. It would take them a couple of hours to set it up, put new cloth on it and level it. I pointed to the electrical outlet in the ceiling and told her that was where the table lamp would plug in. I moved the TV that was near the door onto the counter in the kitchen. We didn't need it anymore with the big TV outside.

Sue told Ruth to call the phone company and add two more lines to our service, as with two people working the phones for sales our lines would be tied up. She should also tell the telephone guy to install a second phone in the office where Phil was going to be, along with getting him another of the double desks she had bought. While she was buying office equipment, We needed two standard desks for her office here so Betty and Joan would have their own desks.

Sue and I dressed in our regular jeans with me in a regular shirt and Sue in one of her shirts that caused drooling and gnashing of teeth by onlookers of either sex.

She said I could drop her back by the house in a little while so she rode with me in my truck. She directed me to an office complex near us on north Florida Avenue. When we entered the only thing on the door was 'Title Office.'

Ben met us inside and said, "Good morning Sue, Steve. I have everything prepared just as you requested."

We were led into a little conference room where a lady had a stack of documents next to her. After we all sat, she began passing chunks of paper, first to Ben who checked them off a sheet he referenced, then he passed them to Sue, pointing to where she needed to sign.

Sue signed the last page of the bundle then told me to sign above her name. "What's this for Sue?"

"Our new building. This sells the building to Steve Sharp, Inc. and the d.b.a. S&S Enterprises," Sue said.

"You bought it? Free and clear own it?" I asked in a non-believing voice.

"No the company bought it. You and I own the company, so yes we bought it, free and clear. Just sign the stuff, if Ben screwed something up I'll get mom to beat him up."

I signed four big bundles of paper and initialed probably thirty documents. Five minutes later we were standing up, thanking Ben, and shaking hands, leaving for the shop.

When I drove up to the front door of our building, it was with a different attitude. This was ours.

Inside Sue had the PC guy add two more PCs to the office where Phil was going to be. Ruth said she already had a desk and two chairs, like Sue's and mine downstairs, on the way. She also said that the desk and chair in that room now, plus another set like it, would be delivered to the home office at the park as soon as they finished bringing in the desk here.

I found the telephone guy and explained that the telephone company was going to add two more lines, and I wanted a second phone in the office upstairs. He smiled with the comment, "Growing already?" He then reminded me, "When we planned the phone quantities, we already planned on two phones in each of these offices."

I checked with the contractor. Abe's side was done except for the completion of the air conditioning and the sprinkler testing. The paint addition was being closed up, as the booth equipment was all inside and being installed. The long, covered, open front storage barn was being erected at that minute and should be completed today.

Abe found me and said that with the new air demands for the additional workers in his area, he was going to need a dedicated compressor for his area. We would need one compressor for the two big workshop areas and another compressor for Shawna's workshop and the paint building. I told him to buy used if he could find one, if not buy new but make sure the paint shop had the best air and the best dryer. Abe agreed and said it would be done.

I told him that the two shops needed some metal cabinets to store the big tools in as well as a big Snap-On cabinet for tools in each shop. They didn't need to be sharing tools between the shops. Abe said he would have the Snap-On guy come by.

He had something else to say but didn't know how to ask it. "What's on your mind Abe, talk to me."

"There are two more guys that used to be with my team that are out of work. They keep laying off the old guys because their benefits and health insurance is too high. They are trying to increase the bottom line by reducing the people that got them there. If we can keep rebuilding equipment, we can afford these men. They are not kids, but they can make you money."

"Hire 'em Abe. Get them over here and get them to work. Let's get some of this equipment ready to sell. Phil will have a ball being able to sell our equipment. Wait till he sees the way you turn out a rebuilt piece of equipment. Make sure Al helps make the panels perfect and it will be like selling a new one."

"Thanks Steve, these guys will make you money. They are good workers who will be easy to convince to do excellent work."

Shawna showed up with Charlie's pickup full of various tools and a motor she said she needed to rebuild. Dell was going to send it out for a rebuild as Charlie was busy so she had Charlie send it out to her. She said that Jan knew and liked her work. Dell just didn't like female mechanics. I made a note to myself to solicit work from the various shops around. Shawna might as well have enough to do.

"Hey Shawna, I have a small request. I want signs over all our big doors and around the shop. I think they should say, "Is it Perfect?" In a few places throughout the shop something like, "We make it Perfect." What do you think?"

"I think it's great," Shawna said excitedly "I'll do that in a little bit. I'll put it in here too. You know, maybe you should hire me and have me create a rebuild shop. I could find a couple of wrenches that could turn some work out. If you don't mind a couple of lezzie biker bitches working here, I know of two people who are really good. Want to talk to them?"

"Sure, have them come by here or by the house for a beer unless they have an aversion to guys and beer."

"Hell no, they like their beer and an occasional guy, they just prefer carpet munching over Hanna's specialty that's all."

You have to laugh thinking of Hanna and her eagerness to swallow a guy whole in order to bring on their treat.

The alarm guy said he should have everything done, including the fire alarm equipment for the paint shop today. He asked if I might be interested in video surveillance? I might do that soon, thinking of what Gene had told me, especially outside, but not today.

Tom and Al were tacking the fourth of seven frames as I passed by. I would randomly re-measure and inspect a couple of them later myself to ensure our work is exact, perfect.

When I came up front, Sue was talking to Phil about what he had found out from Onan. Phil said he was having a dealer application Fedex'd to us, as they were very interested. He said we might have a little trouble with the credit app but we should qualify in all other ways. Sue told him not to worry about credit as our revenues were already far exceeding expectations. Phil said he had calls into a couple of other companies, including some welding supply companies.

"Steve, with the window looking out onto the shop, I see your men working, building something," Phil said, "That really excites me. I wish the new shop were visible to me so I could watch Abe and the guys working. That would be great."

I went to get the security guy and told him I wanted two video cameras in the new big shop with video monitors in four offices, the big corner office, Ruth's, Phil's, and Sue's and mine downstairs.

When Sue and I left, we were satisfied everyone was on track. What we needed were more workers. I told her that this afternoon I would make sure Phil knew the welding supply house owner, and while we were there, I would start looking for more men. I thought of another place but knew I would have to be careful of who I hired.

At home, the pool table guys were hanging the light after having leveled the table. They said they would come by in two weeks to re-level the table, as it would probably settle a little since this was a manufactured home.

I was amazed that the nine-foot table didn't overwhelm the room. There was plenty of room all around the table to make it comfortable to play on.

The cue rack was mounted, with four decent Lucasi and four Cuetec cues in it. That was a nice bonus from the pool table guy. There were two sets of balls with an automatic ball washer and polisher. I hate dirty pool balls so this will be perfect. The overhead light was a big rectangular box that held two double six-foot fixtures, great for no shadows.

While Sue was making us some soup and sandwiches for lunch, the office furniture guys came. Sue had the guys re-arrange what furniture was in the room to make room for the two new desks. With four desks plus the computer desk in the room, it was filling up. Sue tipped the deliverymen for their help. I think they enjoyed checking out Sue and Joan's cleavage more than the tip.

Sue immediately called an electrician to put outlets on the floor next to the desks. She also called my phone guy on his cell phone to ask him to stop by to help her with her office. They made an appointment. She also called her computer guy to have him stop by as she was going to need a network now too. Since her business was going great guns, there's no sense in not helping it grow.

Sue and I sat out on the patio, eating our lunch, chatting about how fast everything was moving. I told her it didn't matter as long we kept track and hired good folks to direct groups of people. She asked, "How big do you think I should try to make the mail order business?"

"Just like the other business, Sue, as big as it wants to be. If it grows on its own without over-promotion or excessive advertising its natural growth will seek its own level. If you provide what the customer's want, they will buy it. Just let the company be as big as it wants to be."

"What if the manufacturer decides to take over on its own?"

"Then you would have to find another manufacturer. The website is yours; the customers are yours. They will come to you, to your web site to buy. It would take the manufacturer months, maybe even years to re-establish its name. They know that so they are probably happy that you're able to sell so much."

Sue nodded her agreement then said, "I'm going to have to hire a fashion designer pretty soon. We need to keep coming up with new items for business, casual, and sexy lounge wear. It seems every new group of items increases sales."

"Look for that person. Always ask around though, there seems to always be the person you need, hanging around nearby. Everyone else keeps overlooking them that's all. Where did you get your two new helpers that seem to have taken to your business like ducks to water?"

"You're right honey, they were right under my nose. I thought I would just try them part time. They took over, doing all the order processing, following up on deliveries, making sure the credit card balances were correct and the end of day reports were done. They have uncovered a bunch of errors that had been losing me a couple of thousand a month. Who would have known those two knew anything about office work. Did you know Joan went to school for 'oh my gosh' fashion design. Steve, you're right, they are under my nose. Now I'll have to hire another office girl."

I gave Sue a hug and kiss, "I'm going back to the shop, why don't you interview your new fashion designer. Perhaps she can do both with your help."

It is unbelievable the attitude change you can have when you look at the logo of your business on the building that you own. I didn't feel overwhelmed with responsibility, I felt like I had a rocket up my ass and I wanted to light it to go faster and higher, pulling everyone around me along for the ride.

I checked with Ruth who said several NASCAR people had called inquiring about various items, while waving a stack of messages in her hand. I told her to hold onto them and I would call them all back in a little while.

Phil had two big white boards on his wall. He had "wish list" on top of one and "confirmed agent" on top of the other. His wish list was extensive but he had three manufacturers already written up as confirmed agent. I asked him how he did that already. He said he used the fax to send information back and forth. Ruth was able to give him most of the information but what she didn't have our lawyer, Ben, gave to him.

Wonder how Ben became our lawyer and how he became so intimate with the business?

I congratulated Phil and Judy, saying this was going to be a great relationship.

Phil handed me a piece of paper saying it was his suggested salary and commission schedule. He asked me to fold it up and put it in my pocket and to look at it later. I nodded and asked how much his secretary and assistant would be. He laughed and said he thought she was part of the bargain.

Tom and Al were mostly through welding and were going to be grinding and polishing in a few minutes. There was a large contraption on eight wheels sitting beside them. The thing was a big frame with hooks on it. I couldn't figure out what it was, I asked my two guys what it was.

Al proudly walked over to the rack on wheels, "We made this during lunch. We ended up using most of a frame's worth of materials but it will pay for itself. See how the hooks are and how tall the thing is. We can put four frames on that and wheel it next door to paint the frames. Otherwise we will have to have some frame stands on wheels and paint one at a time. This will save us a bunch of time."

"Great thinking," I exclaimed. "I didn't know how we were going to get them painted for shipping. Make sure we reopen the drilled holes after the paint dries."

Tom smiled, "They will be perfect." He pointed to some writing on the wall that said, "We make it Perfect."

I smiled glancing at the door where Shawna had written, "Is it Perfect?"

Speaking of Shawna, she was busily hand polishing a bearing seat on some cases. It didn't look like she had enough tools to do the job. When I asked her about it, she said that she would have to make do. That's what she had and that's what she would use.

"Shawna, I want you to be the manager of my rebuild shop. I want you to be an employee. Do this for me and I promise you won't regret it. This way you won't ever have to worry about getting your money out of some customer. You can still do your custom artwork and even build a bike if you want, but I want you to head up an engine and transmission shop. Hire your funny friends and let's do this so you have all the tools you need."

Shawna stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands. She came over to me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down to give me a very friendly kiss.

"Thank you Steve, you've made my mind up. You're about to have the best motorcycle engine building and rebuilding shop around. Wait till someone wins a race with one my of my engines, we will have more orders than we can handle."

Shawna looked at me and said, "I build perfect fucking engines."

I smiled and walked over to Abe to tell him to make sure the Snap-On guy gave Shawna everything she needed.

Outside, I found the contractor and walked him over to Shawna's shop. I pointed at Shawna who looked at me funny, "The redhead needs an office, I think it should be back here by the door, what do you think?"

"I can do that today as a matter of fact. I have two guys setting around doing nothing. Want a built in desk in there too?" I waved Shawna over and told her what I was doing and told her to tell this man exactly how she wanted her office and desk.

There were already wires for a phone and a computer there so I went to tell the telephone guy and the computer guy about the new office in our engine building facility.

I stopped back by Ruth's office to tell her Shawna was now an employee. She asked me why it took so long. I chuckled but said that we needed to get our insurance lady to work on a health insurance plan for everyone.

Ruth said that at the rate I was putting people on, I would qualify for a bigger group soon. My concerns were that the employees and their families would be taken care of in case of an emergency.

Ruth headed out her door on the way to see Shawna with a W-4 in her hand.

I went back down to see Abe again to find him talking to two men in their late forties or early fifties. He was pointing out the equipment in process of being rebuilt and then pointing at the "We do Perfect Work" sign and the door sign that asks, "Is it Perfect?" The two guys were smiling and nodding.

Abe saw me and brought them over to me, "Steve these are the two fellows I mentioned earlier. They can't believe that we are actually rebuilding these products. Both of them had always wondered why the mobiles were usually left to rust instead of keeping them in use. They want to be a part of this."

I was introduced to them and said I was glad to have them. I said to Abe, "They should go see Ruth so she could have them fill out W-4's. Have you worked out wages with them?"

"Same as before, Steve," Abe said. "I'll take them up now. With the five of us, we should be able to get out a minimum of four a week. Forklifts take longer, but the generators are fast. With the increased volume, we should start getting better deals on tires and parts."

"That's what your office and computer are for, go get us some deals. And you might want to stop by Phil's office. He has some new lines that we are going to carry. If you or any of your guys are going to need training, have Phil bargain for it. We want to be a factory rep so we get the warranty work."

Abe turned to the two guys as he headed toward the lunchroom stairs, "See, I told you this place is growing by the minute, not just the week, or day, or even hour, but by the minute. Stick with Steve and you guys will be well taken care of."

I thought to myself, that's three people today and headed toward my office. Before I could get there the phone guy intercepted me.

"Everything is done, the paging is installed inside and outside and even in the paint booths. I have phones all over the place so it shouldn't be difficult to find them. Ruth and I had a training session plus I gave her a pile of user manuals. We put data jacks everywhere there is a phone jack except the phones out in the shop area. I put a data cable back where you put the new office because I just knew you would do that. I ended up putting a jack out in the showroom in case a customer needs to make or take a call. Ruth already gave me a check and looked at all the work so I'm off to go out to your place to work on your wife's office. I'll stop by next week to see if you have any additions."

I didn't know Ruth had access to the business account.

As I entered my office something was moving up in the upper left corner of the office. It was a large video screen showing two views of Abe's shop, a view from both ends. If I looked out my office window, I could see the doorway going into Abe's shop. This was nice. I couldn't see into Shawna's area though so I walked out to the security guy and asked him if he could do the same thing in Shawna's shop now that she is an employee.

He smiled, "I'm way ahead of you, I've already pulled the cable as I knew you would want it. I'll put up a separate monitor for the split view like Abe's."

I told him to only install three monitors for this view right now. Phil's office didn't need a view of the motor shop."

Being able to see the work going on in Abe's shop excited Phil and Judy upstairs. Phil asked if the shop would be cleaned at night or would he have to wait for the weekend to take pictures. I assured him all shops would be clean at the end of each day. If the shops were shiny clean, folks always wanted to come to work the next day.

Phil's contracted list had grown by one since I was up before and now there were two white boards behind Judy. She had customer names listed on them with city and state next to them. She explained that she was going through some of Phil's old accounts and telemarketing them. The ones on the board represented people that had orders ready for more than one hundred thousand in equipment right now. She showed me a pad of paper with two pages of customer's with varying amounts written beside them. These were customers with orders under one hundred thousand.

"Phil, I love you. I love your wife too. Wow! Your first day and you already have a million dollars in orders waiting for you. How have you done it?"

Phil just frowned and said, "There's really nothing to it. The smart-ass salespeople the company hired are sitting on their fat butts waiting for customers to call them. Customers like to be asked to buy, we're asking. Judy, show Steve the list of folks who have junk equipment. She's been asking on every call. We will check out stuff as we visit customers and then have it brought back for rebuild."

"So are these all new product type orders?" I asked still amazed at what was happening.

"Yes they are. We haven't been able to really approach them on rebuilt equipment yet. When we do, your inventory will be gone in an instant."

"Phil, do you know the welding supply house down the street? They sell some power equipment."

"I know him, he's a tough nut to crack. Would only give me an order every once in a while."

"Would you come with me down there? I have a pretty good relationship with the guy. I want you and he to get along because he can be a good dealer referral for the rebuilt equipment."

We left Judy to her calls and went down to the supply house. The dealer was at the counter so I had the opportunity to say hi and re-introduce Phil. At first the guy was skeptical of Phil but I assured him that now that we were in larger facilities with more technicians working on product, I needed a salesman.

The supply house owner said, "Shoot I'm selling everything you can produce now, why do you need a salesman."

"Can you sell four to six a week?" I asked.

"You haven't been by in over a week, how would you get that many?"

"It takes time to train new people to make our rebuilds perfect. We also just moved into over two hundred thousand square feet of shop space. We have more than four times the people working on rebuilds now so, as I asked, can you sell four to six a week?"

"Can I see this place?" he asked skeptically.

"You sure can, right now if you wish, you can see product in progress and see our other operations," I said challenging him.

"Let's go," he said. "If you're on the up an up, you, me, and Phil here, are going to do some big business."

Phil and I led the supply house owner over to the shop parking lot in the front. When we got out I pointed to our logo and sign on the building.

"Enterprises, huh?"

"You'll see, come on."

Inside the showroom I explained that we only had the frame shop stuff displayed so far, as we didn't have an unsold unit to put up here. As we walked past my office the guy stopped and asked about the two monitors in my office.

I explained that you couldn't see the rebuild or motor shops from the office windows so that was how I could see product progress. We walked past the sheet metal laid out on the floor then past the frame building area with seven frames in process of being cleaned up. You could see his interest grow.

In the rebuild shop, Abe now had four units being worked on. Two were being rebuilt internally while two were being torn down. One was a forklift, which caused the customer to ask, "You doing forklifts too. Any kind or just Onan?"

"Right now just Onan. If we send people to more schools, we will work on others."

He recognized Abe and asked if he was training these guys. Abe answered honestly, "I'm just showing them how we do stuff. These guys are certified Onan technicians."

The supply house owner turned to me, "You weren't lying were you. Damn, I just didn't believe you."

"Come see the rest. We walked toward an outside door and I pointed to the sign, "Is it Perfect?"

We walked around to the paint shop and saw Shawna preparing to paint something. She had on a white jumpsuit with a hat and facemask. She waved then began painting a generator panel.

We walked past the engine shop saying there was only one person in it right now but two more were due in tomorrow. He had a hard time thinking of rebuilding motorcycle engines as a profit center. I had to explain that those people had money too and some of the engines we would build from scratch were worth over twenty grand. After his triple take, he nodded and I led him to the lunch room stairs.

Phil pulled out a Diet Coke and handed it to the owner who thanked him. We showed him the conference room, walked past Phil and Judy's office, with Judy on the phone and past the empty office. The supply house guy stopped and read the board with big order customer names Judy was writing on the white board.

"You sell to those people?" He asked.

"Yes sir, those are the customers that have large orders. The small order folks are on her pad. Do you know any of these folks?" I said pointing at the board.

"Most of them, you really are a business," he said taking a drink of his soda.

We walked past Ruth and I told him that Ruth would be the one bugging him for money, or the one who would be writing him checks, depending on which way the business was going.

We walked into the big office and we all sat at the conference table.

"So what do you think, can you sell four to six units a week?" I asked.

"Not rebuilds, probably one a week, three a month. New stuff is a different matter. I have a couple of big contracts for the same kind of equipment, but new."

"As of tomorrow sometime, we will be the registered Onan dealer for this area."

"No shit, really?" He asked.

"Really, how can Phil help you," I said waving to Phil.

"You're the guy I need, huh. Good, let's deal."

"I'm going to leave you guys as I have a couple of things to take care of. I need to see you before you leave though so have Phil page me."

I went to Ruth and got two yellow pads and a couple of pens and took them to the big office for the guys to work with.

When I went to see Abe he said he had probably ordered a hundred grand in tools today between the four shops. I told him that if that wasn't what it took, then we would just buy another hundred grand's worth. He walked me back to his office and showed me his inventory program. He said he was ordering as little as possible and only what was being used.

This was the first time that I had a chance to tell him we were going to be the exclusive Onan dealership in the region. Abe almost turned white and sat back in his chair.

"Oh my goodness. In a little over a month, you've put this all together and you're going to be "the" dealer? Oh my goodness."

"Phil had a hand in it, as did Sue and her Uncle. I'm just the vehicle. You're a big part of it too, as I need the certified tech to handle the warranty work."

"You now have five certified techs but wow, that's right. We'll get all the warranty work. That's worth a bunch of money. We're going to have to hire some road techs. I wonder how many they let go? I'll call Shelly in personnel and find out."

I was in my office, ordering more material from the steel company when the supply house owner and Phil came down. The first thing he said was, "You have a great man here, we worked out shipping so I can invoice and get paid in time to keep from paying you guys the over ten day penalty. The discount for net ten is worth the rush. This order is just the first. I will have a really big order to ship overseas in about two weeks. I should also have the federal contract for the stuff going to Kuwait. That will make the next order look like peanuts."

He finally took a breath then asked, "What did you have for me?"

"I need you to have your driver stop by weekly to check on supplies. He needs to see Tom out in the welding shop." I wrote down Tom's name on our business card and handed it him.

"You deal with welders. I need two to five good, experienced, welders willing to learn how to do perfect work. Everything that comes out of my shop has to be perfect, no exceptions, ever. So, if you know of folks that want to work in what you saw and like to do perfect work, let me know please."

"The supply house guy smiled real big, "I have two for you right away. My brother is a great welder but is working for a junk window frame company. Then there is my son. He is a wonderful welder but no one will hire him because he's deaf. They think he's a safety hazard. When you see his work, you'll hire him. If you can live with him being deaf, you'll get the best welder you'll ever find."

"Does he read lips or sign only?"

"Both, but he reads lips very well."

"Send them both here in the morning, if they're as good as you say, they will get a full day's pay for whatever is left of the day after they prove it to me."

The supply house guy stuck his hand out. "Hire my son and I'll make you a rich man. I know every dealer that has won these contracts for the last three years."

"Your son's qualities are all I need. Perfect work is my answer to riches."

As soon as the supply house guy left, I thought Phil was going to kiss me. He couldn't talk. The man actually ran up the stairs and you could hear him excitedly talking to Judy. I thought I'd best see what this was all about.

Phil was sitting sprawled in his chair. The papers he had been working on were lying on his desk. It had been laid out like a contract with dates of delivery, prices, discount levels for future quantities complete with signatures on the bottom.

Phil pointed at the paper and said, "That is a legal order for twenty-eight million dollars worth of equipment."

He took another big breath, "That is the biggest order I have ever written and the guy says he is going to give me orders for more than ten times that amount within the next couple of months. Thank you Steve, or maybe I better thank the Lord first. Thank you, Lord."

"I have a silly question for you," I began. "How did you know what kind of prices to charge."

"Onan gave me their dealer price list with the discounts available, depending on the dating you take. To keep us from getting hurt, I gave the customer discounts dependent on his dating as well. The longer he wanted the more he paid. He wanted the price so he elected net ten days from our shipping. Now he can make a bigger dollar than he had figured on but give us our money so we can direct deposit it to receive the max discount on a net 15 basis. You can get 2% more discounts if you prepay but that usually isn't an option.

"There is more money to be made here too. If the customer asks for factory technicians to train his men, we charge five hundred a day plus travel. On site warranty is the same. You might need a few more men just to handle this order."

Phil stood up and hugged me, "I'm not queer or nothin' but damn you are one good luck charm of a person."

Phil looked a little sheepish, "Have you looked at that sheet I gave you?"

"Not yet, why?"

"Um, I probably should change the figures because this sale and the others coming up are going screw all the numbers. Hand me the one I gave you so I can to revise the numbers to make it more palatable to you."

"Let me look at what you gave me first, Phil. I will consider what you are generating and these orders then get back to you. You may have been correct the first time, we'll see."

I took a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to him, "You two have put in a hell of a day. Take your bride to dinner and celebrate, on me. Have a great time, now get."

They looked at each other and practically ran me over getting out of there.

Ruth had heard the numbers and commented, "You're going to need a CFO real quick my friend. Those kinds of numbers are going to require a handful of accountants and lawyers. Yours truly is a big titted bimbo bookkeeper that can't do anything but help you record stuff. Think about it because some big numbers are upon you."

"What's your margin going to be on that equipment, do you know?" asked Ruth.

"No clue, Ruth," I said, but then added, "the minimum margin with no off the wall discounts is twenty-eight percent. I think that I saw that the average when a dealer was getting the max discount was thirty-seven and could get as high as forty-nine. That means our gross would be anywhere between seven or eight, to almost fourteen million."

"That's a bunch of bucks bud, you better walk softly and get some help."

"I'll think about it Ruth, I will, I promise."

Ruth and I checked with everyone and let them know we were leaving. Abe and his crew were cleaning up their area. Al and Tom were going to work a little longer to finish the frames tonight. Shawna was mopping her floor. She looked up and said, "Ain't I one hell of an employee?"

I went out to see the contractor but he was gone. Everything looked finished, so I guess it was.

I drove home thinking that today had been one hell of a day. I deserved a beer, at the minimum.

I walked onto to the patio to get jumped by Sue. She was hugging and kissing me so excited that I had to hold her down to talk to her.

"What got into you honey? What's up?" I asked her.

She pointed at Phil and Judy saying, "They came by to share the news with me before they went out to dinner." Then in a whisper in my ear Sue said, "Phil said just this order would gross you about twelve million, is that right?"

"I'm not sure of all the numbers yet but it seems that it could be that much."

"Sit down, I'll get you a beer. It's been a great day here too, I'll tell you about it in a bit."

Phil and I chatted a little until he said he felt guilty celebrating by himself. He said he would rather celebrate with us. I looked at Sue and said, "Take Judy and the hundred I gave these two and go buy steaks for us all. Get a couple gallons of good wine and whatever you want to go with the steaks. We'll have a celebration for these two they won't forget for a long time."

I called Abe's house and told Alice that we were having steaks at my house celebrating Phil's first day. They needed to be here as soon as they could get here.

I got up and fixed Phil a scotch on the rocks and poured myself another beer. We were out of range of the rest of the folks so I took out the paper and looked at the numbers.

"The salary amount looks fine, we will pay expenses of course, so that isn't a problem. Your commission amount doesn't look out of line to sell both new and used product. Do you want more?"

Phil was choking, "More? Not more, all companies have some kind of cap for what they call "Windfall protection" or something like that."

"But you put here on all orders where no unusual discounts are present. Is there some kind of discount you gave on that order that I should know about?"

"No, I could have gone lower, but he was happy with the numbers. The man trusts you implicitly. He really does. I didn't take advantage of him, as the factory wouldn't go as low as we did. That's the neat part about being a dealer."

"Well, the way I look at it, what you have here is reasonable. I'll accept this with one major exception."

Phil looked a little apprehensive, "We put Judy on the payroll at sales assistant wages. That's my final offer."

Phil drained his glass, looked at me squinting, "You better not be a thing of my imagination or a dream or something. Damn."

Before the girls got back, Charlie, Jim, Tiny, and Ruth showed. I told Joan, "Take my truck and go get Al and Tom. Tell them not to bother cleaning up, just to lock up and come home to get cleaned up to eat. We will hold off on supper for them. This is an important celebration so scoot."

I re-introduced Phil to Tiny explaining to Phil that Tiny not only was Ruth's husband, he was an accountant and in line to become our CFO.

Phil offered, "You're gonna need one of those real soon. The way business is coming in, you may need a handful of accountants."

Tiny said, "The way to handle that is to hire an accounting firm that is honest and will oversee the internal mechanisms of the financial picture."

Tiny said with a smile, "Steve likes to play loose, shoot from the hip, react to an opportunity quickly. That's a good sign for an entrepreneur, but he needs someone to keep him sane if he goes off the deep end. So far, everything crazy Steve has done has made him money. All new business owners should be that lucky."

I looked up at Tiny and asked, "What do you think Tiny, want to give your employer notice? You're not a partner and as you said you didn't think you would be offered a partnership for a minimum of five more years. I don't have any stock options yet but I think we're going to make enough money to pay you at least what you're making now."

Tiny didn't even flinch, "If you're serious, Steve, I'll give notice tomorrow. I can always go back to work for a big firm but I probably won't ever get the chance to be a part of an explosive new business again. There is one thing though, I don't want the corner office. I think that it should be for you or for when any of us need to impress someone. You have a perfectly nice office for me, bigger than Ruth's, and larger than Phil's by five feet, I want that one with some nice furniture that you will let your bookkeeper buy. How about it, do we have a deal?"

"How could I refuse? I'll start your pay right away, as we may need some of your perusal to quickly make sure of figures and to go over contracts. You'll have to work with my attorney and Sue's uncle. That shouldn't be a problem. You know how I am though; I demand that we try to be perfect in everything we do. Can you handle it?"

"Numbers are numbers, the rest is you using my common sense and experience. I'll be a good addition to your team."

Ruth said, "Let see, today you hired two more guys in the rebuild unit, two sales people, the new manager of the motor building shop and now a CFO. Anymore? Hell, you still have over five hours to find more."

Shawna walked onto the patio with two good-sized girls. You could tell they were girls as they had chest bumps and hips. They were not really heavy, a little bit of a beer gut but not fat. Shawna marched them up to me and said, "This one is Sandy and this one is Mandy. They're not twins but they're both guy shy, if you know what I mean."

I stood to look eye to eye with them. They were both pretty tall.

"Glad to meet you, Sandy and Mandy, what do you think about working with Shawna building motors."

The two girls looked at each other, "If you give us a beer, we'll tell you."

We all laughed and I went to the bar to get them each a cup and poured them a beer.

While I was handing the beer to them Mandy said to Shawna, "This is the owner of the shop? Really? And he gets you a beer too?"

Sandy began, "We like to build motors, little ones, big ones, any kind. We're good at it but there aren't many men that think a split tail can do what we do. A lot of dickless wonders have caused us to lose a lot of jobs. Give me a crate three fifty and I'll give you a thousand horsepower monster that will last five hundred miles wide open. Give me a ragged Sportster motor and I'll give it back to you factory perfect. Like I said, we build motors, good ones."

Mandy added, "We ain't opposed to dick. We just intimidate most guys. One of these days we'll find a Charlie or a Jim or maybe a Steve and settle down. Until then, we enjoy good company, each other."

"You didn't answer my original question, do you want to work with Shawna?" I said, side-stepping around their antagonism.

"Fuckin' eh, we do. We'll start tomorrow. Got something for us to do?" Sandy said.

"Not tonight, but tomorrow morning I will. Bring your own tools, keep them separate from Shawna's so there isn't any hoopla over tools, got it? You're gonna be in a shop with a bunch of other men that may or may not be intimidated by you two. Enjoy yourself, have a good time but don't mess with their minds."

"What do you have in mind for us tomorrow?" Mandy asked.

"I'll let you know in the morning. It's going to take you part of the morning to get your personal tools in the shop and to set up your areas the way you like. We have to get another parts washer and another bead blaster, so have Shawna get that for you in the morning too. By the time that's all done, the new compressor should be installed for your side and I should have work for you two. The first project will be joint, as it will have to be absolutely your best work. Now enjoy your beer. There is booze over at the bar if you can get this monster here out of his chair to mix you a drink. Steaks will be in about an hour."

The two girls looked at each other and went for more beer. Tom and Al, accompanied by their wives, showed up along with Sue and Judy. Everyone began talking at once to tell Sue that I had just hired three more people, Tiny, Mandy, and Sandy. Sue met the two girls while they drooled over her. She told them to hold that thought but to cool it now as she was married to the boss.

I fired up the grill while several women made a path to the kitchen to fix salad, veggies, and some kind of starch. Sue came out to give me the high sign that meat could be cooked. I put ten steaks on for the folks that wanted medium well then five minutes later put on some more for those that wanted medium and medium rare.

Food was being put on the table that had been set for twenty. Hard to imagine our big table maxed out but there it was, twenty folks with Abe and Alice, Phil and Judy, and Mandy and Sandy.

After we had eaten everything we could find on the table, Sue brought out two big cakes, saying these were for our celebration.

I stood up and dinged my now empty beer mug with a spoon, "Hear ye, hear ye, the lord of this here place has some things to announce. Today is the first day that Phil and Judy worked for our company. Oh yeah, Judy you are now an official salaried, not under the table, employee of S&S Enterprises. Upon each Friday, you will be paid like a regular, normal individual. You deserve it. Okay, to begin again, on the first day that these two came to work, Phil made some deals for us to be registered dealers of some very good equipment. Judy made a couple of hundred calls to their old customers and picked up about three million dollars in orders. Do you have a total Judy?"

"It should be four point eight three, Steve."

"I was way off, she solicited almost five million in orders. And you know what, I don't think she's a third of the way through her customer list."

I looked at Judy and she said, "About twenty percent so far."

"If she does that with the rest of her list, her volume will be almost twenty million. That's just too awesome to think about."

"You know how guys are, if there is a chance to one up a woman, he'll do it. I introduced Phil to a guy that I thought would buy some equipment from us.

"Well, salesman Phil sold him a lot. Now don't go spreading this all over but Phil, just today, his first day with the company, sold a real live genuine order for twenty-eight million."

There was a collective gasp.

Tiny, the person that probably understood big dollar business the most groaned, "My goodness, you two had a thirty-three million dollar day?"

Judy promptly said, "All the orders aren't in yet but that's what has been committed today in addition to Phil's order."

Most of the folks were sitting, quiet, in some sort of shock. I was near being catatonic myself, the value of the day was enormous.

"The big deal of all of this is, this stroke of luck will pay for the building, the additions, and the new equipment we need to establish our three departments, and encourage us to keep growing," I said looking around.

Charlie was the one smiling, "All of this from Steve helping a guy out by welding a set of cases at Pop's."

I cautioned every one to keep our success to ourselves. All of us had a part in helping us get to this moment and our future goal was to grow without a lot of scrutiny. Our biggest challenge was going to be finding people.

While everyone was carrying on congratulating Phil and Judy, I slipped into the house to make a call.

"Hey Gene, I knew you would be in your shop. I have a favor that I need and I hope it will come back to help you succeed," I began after Gene had answered.

"I want to try out a couple of new people I hired. They are supposed to be premier engine builders. My idea was to buy a raw crate engine the way you do, and build one within NASCAR specs that will go just a tiny bit faster and last a whole lot longer. I also want to take an engine that you have given up on and give it a do over."

"The way we will test these two motors is to drive them into the ground out at Lakeland. I'm willing to pay for a driver who will drive these motors harder than they ever would normally to see if they are fast enough and if they last. My thinking is that if I can put a motor on the shelf that will rival the big engine shops, you, and perhaps a few others will be beating a path to our door. The big deal is that my folks have to build a perfect engine."

Gene waited a long time to answer, "And the favor is?"

"I need the blank, the crate that you start with and one of the motors your crew chief has given up on. I will obviously pay you for the motors, whatever is fair."

Again Gene paused a while, "Want to pick them up now or in the morning?"

"If it's alright with you, morning would be best. Oh, and where can I buy a couple of engine stands for us to work with?"

Gene started laughing, "I have two that I'm about ready to throw out. Both need welding. Do you know anyone that could do that? You can have them when you pick up the motors."

Before I could say thank you again Gene said, "I'm kind of excited that you might be able to build a few motors for us to keep on our shelf. The way you do everything else, this might be a good deal for me. See you in the morning, Steve."

I sat at the kitchen bar and tried to project good thoughts toward this venture. This could be a really big deal for our racecar support division.

Pardon me, what did I just think, racecar support division? That sounds professional; we'll have to put that on a brochure someplace. Wonder what other little things we might be able to do to support racecar teams and owners?

The party was winding down. The excitement had worn everyone out. Since both Phil and Judy had drunk a pretty good amount, I had Abe drive Phil's car, while Alice followed in her new car.

Tom and Al left with their wives, excited about the prospects of training new people and finishing up this big order they were working on. Al told me that he had a cousin who had gone to a body shop school and had worked in a body shop up north for a couple of years. He wanted to move to Florida with his wife and asked if I might interview him. He said the guy knew how to weld fairly well, knew sheet metal, and was an expert car painter. I told Al to bring him in and I'd put him through my typical exam.

Martin and Glenda went home to watch TV for an early night for them. That left the core group with the addition of Mandy and Sandy. I knew something was up when Shawna suggested a walk and some pool exercise followed by some hot tub time. Shawna doesn't exercise vertically very often.

Sandy and Mandy went to their car to get a swimsuit and used one of our bathrooms to change. Sue seemed to know something and put on a skimpy two-piece with a pair of shorts and a T-shirt over it.

You know, girls must think us guys are totally oblivious to what they do and how they act when they're up to something. The girls all showed up complete with shorts and T-shirt with some form of tennis shoes. The guys walked behind the girls, ogling the various butts swishing back and forth in front of us. Didn't these guys have a feeling that the six girls in front of us were leading us to where ever they wanted? Oh well, just enjoy the ride.

Charlie and Jim had brought two canvas bags full of beer and ice, enough to give each of us two, along with a couple of Diet Cokes for Sue. When we finally reached the pool, Sue and I, along with Ruth and Sandy, swam laps while the others sat, drank beer, and watched. After about a half-hour, we all migrated to the now empty hot tub.

My, oh my, the four girls that had not gone for a swim displayed that they had forgotten to wear a swimsuit when they undressed to get in the hot tub. The addition of Sandy and Mandy had Jim, Charlie, and Tiny pointing the way. I was up for this too, both figuratively and literally but my stimulation still came from my delectable Sue. Ruth and the pixies were stimulating too, but my gal did it for me.

As soon as we were in the tub, while Sue was working me up under the water, Sandy said to Charlie as she sat on his lap, "Come on stubby, I haven't had that coke bottle of yours for a long time, spread me, split me, my friend. I'll take care of your redhead in a minute.

Mandy and Ruth were swapping spit across Tiny's lap with their hands busy under water. After some sexy kisses, Sue maneuvered onto my lap with her back to me, showing me how excited and oily she was, by sliding onto me easily. As she casually cycled up and down on me for the pleasure of the contact, not to get off quick, we watched the whole show while Jim was double-teamed by the two tiniest girls of the group.

It didn't take long to get Jim on his back with Shawna riding Jim's face and Hanna riding his hips. Mandy and Ruth were beside them in a sixty-nine, with Tiny stroking away behind Mandy.

Sandy obviously had a quick trigger because she was pounding Charlie with her eyes squeezed shut trying to hold back a scream. You could tell from Charlie's face that he was putting some juice into Sandy's normally dick free zone. Her eyes popped open apparently from the sensation of his spunk shooting up into her.

When Sandy pulled off Charlie and sat on the edge of the tub, Hanna abandoned her husband's dick to bury her face in Sandy's gooey twat. She has this thing about sperm, she loves it almost anyway she can get it.

Shawna shifted back to mount Jim and continue his trip to euphoria. When Charlie sat up on the edge, Sue gave me a kiss and pulled off me to go work Charlie back up with her mouth. Meanwhile Mandy left Ruth on Tiny's spike and came over to me reaching under the water saying, "Your ole' lady and Ruth both said you had a pleaser on ya', how about pleasin' me."

For a person considered a lesbian, she sure didn't act like it. She gave me a very warm kiss then pushed a good-sized nipple into my mouth with the comment, "This is probably smaller than what you're used to, but suck that thing for me, it's a real hot button."

I finally pulled her around to stand and lean over the seat, holding herself up on the rim of the tub. Mandy had an unusually tight pussy. I had to work myself into her very slowly, with constant push in and pull out. Even though she was gushing down there, her pussy was really tight. Since I was using my hand to stimulate the flow of her juices to help me get buried, she was getting off before I was halfway in. Thirty, forty strokes later, she came for the fourth time as I buried myself to the hilt.

"No more, no more, oh God that's so good, but no more, please, let me rest," Mandy pleaded. Shawna had rolled off Jim to lay beside him. Hanna abandoned Sandy and dove between her legs. Mandy motioned for Sandy to come over to us saying, "You got to try this thing, it's better than that toy you have."

The two must have been from the same school as Sandy gave me a very sexy kiss then shoved a nipple into my mouth, asking me to suck it so she would be wet enough.

Wet doesn't seem like the correct term when you're playing in a hot tub does it?

Again I maneuvered her to lean over the edge and began working into her from the rear. When I turned her around and first began to rub on her pussy, she turned her head and said, pussy only friend, that other place is exit only.

With a lot less difficulty, I was hitting her bottom with over an inch to spare within a short period of time. With each stroke, Sandy was giving out a fairly loud "ah, ah, ah," that sounded like she was enjoying herself. I kept up a slow to medium pace enjoying her clutching pussy as she came repeatedly.

Mandy had gone over to help Charlie with Sue. She was kissing Sue and fondling her breasts and nipples while Charlie was rooting into her with his wide cock. I could see Sue's stomach rolling from coming so hard. Charlie sounded like he was close to unloading again.

When the second lezzie in a row said, "No more, please, I'm done, no more" I figured that one of these girls was going to be overflowing when I let loose. Sandy hugged me and kissed me saying she would like a steady diet of me. "You're so long, you touch me way up inside. I want more, but you make me come too much to keep going."

As soon as we pulled apart Hanna pulled me up onto the shelf on the side of the tub and planted her pussy on my mouth while she began showing the world her ability to swallow a big round long one. Her pussy juices were almost as good as Sue's flowing freely from her as she sucked and stroked me. I was getting close and she could tell as she let up a little to make it last. When I began nibbling on her clit, sending her into fits, Hanna completely swallowed me, while shoving a finger up my butt with one hand, and squeezing my balls with the other. As the first blast rushed up my cock, Hanna pulled back to receive it in her mouth instead of down her throat.

Hanna gave good head. She was able to nurse multiple blasts into her mouth while still coming from my ministrations. She just loves man juice. When I was empty, she turned around and sunk her pussy on my still pretty firm dick giving me spermy kisses. She whispered, "I just love your juice. It's so good. You make me come so hard with your mouth and now with your dick. Oh, I just love the way it's so long that it moves my insides around."

Shawna ended her evening in a sixty-nine with Tiny. Jim was pounding Ruth, trying to come one more time while Charlie had Sandy sitting on him, trying to get him off one more time. Mandy and Sue were in a very serious, sexy sixty-nine.

When Hanna got her cookies she whispered in my ear, "Save that next load for Sue, she's going to want you again before you go to bed." She kissed me again, pulled off me, and swallowed me whole one more time pulling off to smack her lips together.

We all sat back, enjoying a beer next to out partners. Sue was on one side of me while Mandy was sitting next to Sue and Sandy was sitting on the other side of me. Sue and Sandy were idly playing with my now very erect, still excited, cock. Sandy kissed my cheek, and leaned over to kiss Sue, "Isn't Steve a trip, he's pleased most of these women here right now and he's still ready for more."

Sue kissed Sandy back then said, "I'll fix that when we get home. We both enjoy a nightcap."

Mandy said softly, "If you two ever want a couple of lezzie's for toys, make sure we're on your list."

"I don't know how lez either of you really are if you both fucked Charlie and my ole' man. Somehow that doesn't equate to being a lesbian," Sue said with a smile.

Sandy answered for the both of them, "We're just very selective when it comes to dick, that's all. Neither one of us wants to mess with people that are into drugs nor the usual macho bullshit guys give. We both like dick as well as we love playing with pussy. Put both of them together in a nice couple and we are in heaven. Tonight that heaven is multiplied by four.

That was a nice compliment for all of us.

We migrated back to the patio, where everyone said their goodnights with hugs and kisses.

Sue and I closed up and snuggled into bed. It didn't take but a couple of kisses and the feeling of her big nipples brushing my chest for me to be prodding her. We made love, slow caring love, to each other until we were sopping with juices, but too lazy to do anything about the wet spot as we drifted off.



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Chapter 46



Day Forty-six - Thursday

I couldn't move. Arms and legs wrapped me up. A husky voice was whispering in my ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you," over and over.

I turned my head and kissed the smiling mouth, while peering into the deep brown eyes of my sweet Sue.

"It's time to wake up, honey, I'm sorry for not waking you with my mouth or pussy. They're both a little tender and overworked from last night. We sure did do some serious playing in the tub last night. Those two lezzies are insatiable. I guess they're not really lesbians, they just act the part."

We got out of the still damp sheets and pulled them off the bed. I started coffee while Sue sat on the commode before getting into the shower. I used the toilet and followed her into the big shower, which was well worth any extra it cost.

We washed, with me making sure Sue's breasts and nipples were rinsed properly by giving them the taste test. Sue moaned, "You make me want you so bad, but I'm still a little sore. Maybe our Hanna will help you out this morning. I'm sure she would like to have some of your breakfast drink."

"Don't need anyone but you, my love. I'll just enjoy waiting."

I was rewarded with some good kisses.

Sue and I dressed for work, knowing the crew would probably be in a teasing mode after a hot time in the hot tub.

Ruth and Tiny were already on the patio with Martin and Glenda, as were both Hanna and Shawna. It was not even six-thirty yet. Sue and I joined them, with cups of coffee, to welcome Charlie, Jim, and the two young couples, Al and Joan with Tom and Betty. We weren't through with our first cups of coffee when Phil and Judy pulled up, carrying in a box full of egg Mc-Muffin's. Right behind them was a bright red Chevy S-10 pickup with our two new motor builders.

I wondered if we were getting some additions to the patio group.

Phil said, "Judy and I were so excited about getting back to work that we thought we would join you guys in your morning ritual. Thanks for the great celebration and dinner last night. You sure know how to welcome new employees."

"You can say that again," Sandy and Mandy said together. Sue showed them where the cups were and fixed coffee for Phil and Judy.

Tom and Al said they needed to get into the shop early and clean up from yesterday so it didn't look like they were slackers. "It's so nice to start the day with the place shining. You really want to go to work in a place like that."

Phil said he wanted to take a bunch of pictures this morning before folks got in, so he could have pictures of the place when it is straight and clean. He talked to Sue about the Internet website programmer. She said for him to dream up what he wanted and we would get it up on the site as soon as possible. Today the computer guy was going to set up everyone's e-mail accounts on our new site, S&SEnterprises.com. Phil and Judy were going to be in charge of the new stuff, Abe, Phil, and Judy would work on the rebuilds, Shawna would work on the motor and paint shop, and that left me with the welding and race car areas.

I mentioned the name that had come to mind, the 'Racecar Support Division.' Everyone thought that was a great sounding name for one of our groups. Tiny even said, "You'll have to come up with more we can do within that market." I just smiled and winked at him.

Sue said she had some work to do in her office and would try to get down to the shop for lunch. Betty and Joan were raring to go as they wanted to show Sue some ideas they had.

Sue had made a deal with Glenda to help Sue with the house. Glenda was excited to help as well as make a little extra money. I had asked Martin if he could make the lawn area around the patio more attractive with plants and flowers like he had done around his place. He was happy to do it for the same reasons Glenda was.

Sandy and Mandy were grousing about the apartment they had. They said it was just a tiny one bedroom with nasty neighbors and a landlord who was snoopy. Their lease was up and they wanted to move.

Sue said, "Come with me, I may have something for you." Sue led them back to her old place. Five minutes later, the three of them came back excited about the two girls moving in next to Tiny and Ruth.

Tiny said he needed to go in and give his notice. Ruth said she would get ready and go in as she had to do the paperwork on Sandy and Mandy.

Those two already had a big Snap-On toolbox set in their truck and were ready to get started. I told them that I had some work for them that I had to go pick up before coming in.

Shawna had to pick up the new parts washer and bead blaster on the way in, and said the big compressor was due to be installed this morning. She had purchased a new dryer for the giant used compressor she bought from a dealer. That should keep everyone busy until I brought in the two motors.

As soon as I arrived at Gene's he said he was really excited about the prospect of what I was trying to do. His men loaded the two motors and the broken motor stands into my pickup, and then Gene wheeled out an old V-twin motor. He pointed at it and said, "You know what this is don't you?"

"Sure, Gene, it's an old 45 cubic inch side valve flat head. A good motor, not fast, but used a long time by the military and also in the old three wheelers the meter people used to ride."

"Exactly right, I'm rebuilding an old one. You have that girl that built your bike. Think she can rebuild this one?"

"She sure can. Why not let her do your transmission too and if you want, you could let her rebuild the whole thing for you."

"I want to do a lot of the work on this myself, but I will let her do the transmission too. I'll go get it."

Now I had something for all three girls to do. Shawna would have more this afternoon, as we needed to paint the frames when they were done. Abe probably had some sheet metal that would need primer as well.

I pulled up to the big door by the welding area. Inside Al and Tom were hoisting frames onto the hooks of the paint cart. I had the two of them pull the motor stands out while I got a gas torch sto clean up the bad welds from before. After that I used the wire feed arc to reattach the broken pieces. I re-welded all of the joints to make sure they wouldn't break again. I used the grinder to clean up the welds so they looked nice. I slid some paper under the stands and spray painted the two stands real quick with an international orange.

I had Tom and Al push the stands into Shawna's area while I backed up to her door.

The girls were messing with the bead blaster, pouring in plastic beads. A guy was finishing connecting the compressor that was in an alcove right outside the shop area.

The girls were commenting that it was nice I had bought them new engine stands. I told them that they weren't new, I had just repainted them to look nice. Then said, "Come on, all three of you, I have something for all of you to do."

I walked back to the big rear overhead door for this shop and pushed the button to open the door. When it opened, it revealed the crate engine, still in the crate, the used motor that really looked used, the tranny, and the forty-five cubic inch Flathead engine.

Sandy was looking at the used motor, "This is a racing motor of some kind. I'll bet this thing was seven, eight hundred horses. Wonder what's wrong with it?"

I got the big spec sheets and blueprints for the motor from the truck, "This is a Winston cup engine. I want you two to build a new one from the crate to these specs. What I really want is to have that engine perfect. I want it so it can run wide open all day at a track and want to run the next day. I want it so it is just that little bit faster than the other engines that have to be built like it. Make it happen, make it perfect, and document exactly what you do."

"This other engine didn't work so well. It isn't blown, so it should be able to be rebuilt. Find out what made it not good, then build it to be as fast and as dependable as the new one. Again, document what you find and what you do."

"Give the paint on those stands a couple of more minutes to dry then before we get the motors on the stands. We'll need some nuts for the bolts. You probably should use a tool to clean up those threads first."

I pointed at the transmission and the Flathead motor and said, "These are for you, Shawna. Make them new again so this guy can ride his new toy trouble free. There is no rush on it, just regular, perfect, speed.

We mounted the motors and tightened the nuts to hold them on for the work process.

I pulled my truck around to the front and came in. When I got to my office I thought it would be neat to have a video of the building of the motors by the three women. It took a couple of minutes but I was able to finally start recording the two cameras in that shop. I would have to buy a bunch of tapes to get all of it so I could edit what I wanted to show off to Gene.

Two guys walked in the showroom, one young, one older. I went out to see how I could help them. The older man introduced himself as Tim, the brother of the supply house owner. He also introduced Bob, the son of the same supply house owner.

I turned to Bob and said slowly, "Thank you for coming in."

He smiled and nodded.

They took a minute to carefully look at the frame hanging from the ceiling. Bob was running his hand over the welds, smiling and nodding to his uncle.

Tim said, "That's nice work. Takes extra time to do that type of work."

"Come on. I want you to show me what you can do." I led them back to the welding area that was now freshly cleaned with the balance of the finished frames in a row. I pulled out four short pieces of pipe from the scrap bin and set up the clamps on the table. I got out some files, a drill with a grinding bit and some sandpaper then gave the instructions. While I talked, Tim used signs to tell Bob what I wanted.

"We do perfect work. Each cut, each bend, each weld has to be perfect, no exceptions. I don't measure productivity on speed. I measure it on how good the work is." I pointed to a sign, "We do perfect work."

"I want to see what you do to prepare these pieces and how well you put them together. Speed is not important, good work is. You two start either together or independently and weld those two pieces at right angles. When you're satisfied you have a perfect connection show me when I return. Use any and all of the tools in the box and around the bench."

I walked over to the rebuild shop to now see the two new guys working on two big mobile compressors. Abe was moving between the various jobs but coming back to help do the finish on a bright orange generator. Now I knew where the orange paint came from. The thing did look good.

Abe and the man working on the generator pushed it back through the rear door out to the concrete apron outside the door. The man went through the ritual of all the pre-start inspection items. Abe nodded and the guy turned the key and hit the start button. The engine whirred twice and caught, sputtered a few seconds, then smoothed out like it was brand new.

Abe came over to me and said, "That was the worst one we had from the other place. I wanted to see what it would take to do a really rough one. Most people would have scrapped it, but as you can see, it's running nice. We'll test it under load now for a couple of hours. I need to get Phil down here and show him a before photo so he can see what we do."

I left them to find both Tim and Bob working on cleaning up their welds to look like the work Al and Tom did. Bob handed me his piece. It was nicely done. The weld was very even and smooth making it look like one piece grew out of the other.

Tim's work wasn't as nice. It would have been cleaner if he had prepped the end he welded. It had a jagged edge that showed on the weld that you couldn't clean up. I pointed out to Tim that his welding was decent and that he had tried to do a good clean up but he needed to prep the end he was welding better.

Tim said that doing that type of prep took a lot of time and didn't necessarily make the end product any better. I smiled, "That isn't the point. I want the finished product to look good and to appeal to the customer, to make him want to come to me for more of my product. I don't care how long it takes to do a job if it is exact and nice looking. I went over to the scrap box and got out six pieces. I gave two to Tim and told him to see if he could make them perfect.

I took Bob to another bench and laid them out on the bench to show him what I wanted. Next I took the work pad and a pencil drawing a picture of how I wanted it to look like when he was done. I showed Bob where the cutting tools and the torch were.

As I left the area, I noticed Tim using a file to clean the ragged edges from the end he was going to weld. It looked like he had already cleaned up the spot he was going to weld the end to.

Al and Tom were busily measuring and marking sheet metal. They had established a numbering system. I watched them a few minutes, noting that they were careful with the sheet metal and with the cutting. Safety is paramount when you work with sharp steel.

Sandy and Mandy were working on the crate engine together. They had it totally apart. When I came up to see how they were doing they showed me how imperfect the crate engine was from the factory. They pointed out numerous little flaws that I would never have noticed, saying it was those little things that threw the motor out of balance.

The girls had two different scales, a beam scale and a digital scale that measured weights to a tenth of a gram. They gave me a lesson, telling me that a minute difference in weight between parts is what caused small vibrations to wear out an engine. A big part of good engine building is to find all of the vibrations and remove them.

When I asked about Shawna they pointed at the door where she was coming back from the paint booths, still dressed in her coveralls. She said, "I have those first four frames in the dryer. Where are you going to put them when they are done?"

I told her I would prepare an area in the welding area for them to stay untill we shipped them. I also told her to have Al and Tom reload the rack for her when the ones she had been working on were dry. We needed another one of those racks. We could use the racks for the sheet metal and panels from the rebuild shop too. Maybe we needed two more racks. I could see that if we ramped up production very high, we would need a full time painter.

Back in the welding area Tim was looking over his piece. He saw me and handed it to me with a smile. It was very nice.

"Didn't take you any longer to do a good job did it?" I asked.

Tim nodded, "Actually it took less time to do it right. The weld took faster and it was cleaner so I could draw faster with a lower bead. That's some of the best work I've ever done. Mind if I keep that?"

"You should," I said with a smile. "That piece is the sample of work that got you hired."

Tim started to thank me, almost crying. "Don't get too excited, I'm a real slave driver. You haven't seen tight supervision until you start a frame."

Bob was finishing up the four-sided creation I had him make. It came out exactly how I wanted. I wanted several different types of shapes to hang in the show room to show people how versatile we were. Bob was going to be an asset. Tim would be too, but he would take some work.

I had them come with me to see Ruth for paperwork. There were men carrying furniture up the stairs into Tiny's new office, and Tiny was in it. Wonder what he's doing here already.

When I introduced Tim and Bob to Ruth, Tim signed to Bob telling him Ruth's name and her job. Ruth saw that Bob was deaf and immediately began signing to Bob what she needed him to do. Bob was really excited that someone from our company could sign to him. I think Tim was relieved so he didn't have to do it all the time.

I walked back down to Tiny's office to see what was up, "Taking the day off, Tiny?"

"Nope, I'm starting my new job. When I turned in my resignation, the chief partner gave me my exit interview. He agreed with my choice and asked if I thought their company might be considered for an accounting firm to work with us. When I told him I would definitely recommend them, he made sure I was reimbursed for all of the vacation and sick days I had never used. I really did mean it too, that I would recommend them because they are a good firm."

"I see Ruth didn't take long to get you your furniture. Is it what you wanted?"

"Of course it is, Ruth picked it out. I know it's good stuff if she picks it out. She's a better shopper for stuff like this than I could ever be."

Tiny reached for a stack of paper, "I helped Phil complete this dealership agreement and got it faxed back to Onan. They have already called and have given us the verbal approval. We will have the signed agreement tomorrow by FedEx. Those people will have a fit when you submit your big order. Judy is doing well, she's over a million already this morning. She's going to need help just completing all the orders.

Phil came out of the break room from coming up the shop stairs, "I have to call the supply house guy to tell him we have a unit ready. Abe says you're selling them for fifteen. That's pretty cheap for something that looks that good, and then you give a year's warranty too. I'm going to market them for more. I saw the picture of how it looked before. You guys are doing a great job resurrecting that old equipment and making a profit at it too."

Ruth was done with the guys so I took them back downstairs. I brought Tom over and told him, to begin with these two by building one frame from start to finish. To show them each step with each angle and each length, to double-check each piece before and after it was attached. I told him to make sure he always looked at Bob when he talked to him.

Tom was pumped up about showing the two new guys how to do our work.

I apologized to Al for stealing his helper. He said it shouldn't slow him down much. He hoped he would have the whole order ready to ship by tomorrow. I thanked him for the good work, as that would put us ahead of schedule.

A tractor-trailer was at the back door with another load of materials. I got Abe to use a forklift to unload it. Abe was struggling with a batch of materials trying to spin it a little to get it off the truck.

Bob came out gesturing that he wanted to do it. I waved Abe down and told him about Bob. Abe's one of those guys that will give anyone a chance. Bob maneuvered the forklift a couple of inches each way then hoisted the bundle off the truck before setting it down gently, continuing the row of materials that Abe had started. In just a couple of minutes, Bob was done unloading the steel tubing, the blanks, and the sheet metal. Bob was really going to be valuable. Abe already liked him.

Tom said that as soon as he had them started on some of the pieces to clean before cutting and bending, he would separate the materials into bundles per frame and load them on the rack. I told him to hold out two sets for two more racks.

I heard another motor start and walked over to the rear of the rebuild shop to see another big generator ready to ship. I was amazed that they were such good technicians and mechanics. With six guys working with Abe, we were going to run through some equipment fast.

Another thought occurred to me. If these guys got tied up on a motor, I'll bet Sandy and Mandy could rebuild it as fast as they could. I would ask them about their diesel experience.

I went to my office to find Sue going through a stack of faxes. How did people get my fax number so fast? She had a stack of equipment orders that should go up to Judy, as well as a small stack of welding orders for NASCAR frames. Gene was right, the word was getting out. What was funny, or bad, or something, was that I had just received material for twenty frames, and a stack of orders for almost thirty had arrived.

I called the metal supply company and ordered material for forty frames. The sales clerk said that was the maximum for one truckload. Wow, I was buying materials by the truckload now. I asked if that quantity and the quantities I was buying was eligible for a higher discount. The clerk said I would have to talk to a sales supervisor.

The sales supervisor was not the most congenial person I had ever spoken with. He didn't seem to feel my volume was all that much. When I gave him the total I had ordered during this last month, he said he had to check his records then put me on hold. I didn't understand someone being rude to a customer who was buying from your company.

I almost hung up on him when he came back on the line and said he still didn't think I was eligible for a bigger discount. I told him to hold my order and to not ship it. If he did, I would refuse it. I wanted to compare prices from other vendors. He sputtered around, but I told him I would get back with him and hung up.

Something wasn't right with that conversation. These people had always worked with me on product.

I did call two more companies and received quotes on both tubing and sheet metal along with discounts and shipping discounts for volume. With either of these companies I would be close to their maximum discount, which made them considerably cheaper.

There was one guy who knew what was going on. He was the salesman that used to sell to Exxon when I was working for them. Good ole' George answered on the first ring, just like always. He was Good ole' George because he reminded you of George Gobel with his actions and his voice. He always had a smile in his voice and on his face.

We had a long conversation as we caught up on things. It had only been a little over six weeks since I had worked for the big oil company but a lot of water had run under the bridge since then. He complimented me on my new business and congratulated me on my new marriage. He knew I used to be a loner and workaholic so was happy to see I was adjusting to life with friends.

I described what I had just experienced with his company and what I had discovered when I called two of their competitors. He said he was ashamed to tell me but the company had been bought out by a couple of guys whose middle name was greed. They had canceled company benefits and rescinded the 401K program. He had already been given notice that his days were numbered.

I asked if he was going to retire?

He said he was only fifty and had no intention of retiring. He said he thought he could get on with another company pretty fast. I told him I would help. Which company do you want to go to work for and I'll make my order conditional on your employment. One of the companies was even closer to his house than the one where he had worked for so long. I told him to make sure he called his old customers as he was under no professional obligation to stay away from his old customers.

I called the supply house that George wanted to work for and asked for the owner. After explaining what I knew and what I wanted, the man said he would give me an additional five percent on this order with free freight for being a good friend and for getting him an ace salesman. He personally took my order and bank information saying the order would roll this evening and that it would arrive within forty-eight hours.

George again answered on the first ring. I told him to go get his final pay and get over to the other supply house. The owner was waiting for him. I could have heard him laugh from that distance without the phone. He said he had looked up my order and made sure it was cancelled because of poor pricing and rude customer relations. After thanking me profusely, he said he had his cigar box packed and was ready to leave.

As a last thought, I told him that if they refused to give him his accumulated 401K funds that he should have them put that in a letter and to call me. I had a guy who would love to take on that company. He was to call me anyway to tell me how he made out.

I called Ben and gave him a brief summary of the company and what I knew. If they stiffed a bunch of employees of their 401K and retirement he would have a pretty good class action suit. Ben thanked me, saying he would investigate. Love those lawyers. When they smell blood, they attack.

Sue took me to lunch at the little Greek restaurant telling me how Joan had submitted three designs to the manufacturer already. She said Joan was smart enough to protect her designs by some kind of copyright that was available to clothing designers. She said the manufacturer was now running at maximum capacity and considering more space. Sue thought that she could double her business during this coming year.

Back at the shop, I checked on folks to see how they were doing. Abe had already taken the two units down to the welding supply house and picked up a check, as well as two trade-ins. Tom was teaching how to do the tacking of pieces together while continuing to double and triple check angles and lengths. Al was on his fourth set of sheet metal. Shawna had the forty-five in pieces. Sandy and Mandy were honing the bore on the motor, saying the raw material was pretty sad. They said they had found a couple of water jacket lines clogged from factory waste and that the heads had obviously never been flow tested. I suggested they list all the deficiencies so we could advise the manufacturer. We also could look to see if the other engine failure could have come from one of the problems they were finding. I thanked them for being thorough. Sandy winked at me and pointed to the sign, "We do perfect work."

Upstairs, I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat with Phil asking him how much stuff would I have to warehouse for these orders to reship them. He assured me that everything so far could, and would be, drop shipped directly to the customer. He said Tiny was checking each of the sales to make sure the customer was viable and would pay. I told him to let me know if something changed.

Judy said she already had three orders for welding equipment. Customers had responded well when she told them we were dealers for the equipment. I looked over what was sold, knowing the customer knew what they were doing to order the pieces we were shipping. She said she was trying to turn orders around in a day.

I looked at Phil and made the statement, "You need help. You not only need at least one more like you, you may need two or three more like you. Judy needs help too. With her calling on customers over the phone and getting the volume of orders she is getting, it means that no one has been working the territory and the territory is growing and expanding. We probably need three or four more Judy's.

"What do you think, Phil? Can we find you some road guys? Guys that want to travel all the time to see these dealers in person, and to find me equipment to rebuild. You and Judy would still go out to see some customers and on big deals that needed your oversight and knowledge. Perhaps we could have another guy inside but I don't know that we need one. You decide, keeping in mind, I want our growth to be open-ended."

"Judy, I'm going to make the big conference room into four offices. I'll have Ruth find you and Phil some people to interview. I'll have the offices ready quick, and some people ready as well. Divide up territories for telemarketing and customer service sales calls and let's get the business that's out there. Sound good to you? You'll have to share your many years of knowledge with them and teach them how to get started."

Judy answered with, "Two of the guys that work with Abe have wives that used to work in customer service. I'll call them and ask if they want to come in to look at our operation."

"Do it girl, I like the way you think."

I went to Tiny and told him what I wanted to have done to the conference room. I told him that Ruth had the contractor, the computer guy, and the telephone guy's number. Ruth could order the furniture.

"You know, we could just use dividers in there for right now and not do any remodeling. We'll still need phones and computer lines but perhaps we could divide it up into six spaces. That way we would have two office areas to grow with."

"Could you get the contractor to give me a number to build an office annex on the side of the building that the conference room is on? This building would be to hold some road salesmen and their support staff. We might even need more administrative staff one of these days soon. Let's find out how much it is and if it's feasible."

I left Tiny with a pile of notes, thinking he was going to be busy keeping numbers sorted out. At least we would have the income to support the expansion.

I asked Ruth about the billing program. She said the billing was being created by Judy's order input. All she had to do was to tear them off the printer, stuff the envelopes and run the envelope through the postage meter.

I didn't know we had a postage meter.

The other race car builder called saying he wanted me to come by and build him a couple of frames. I asked if he could come to my new shop and bring his blueprints or at least real usable copies. He said he would be by in fifteen minutes, as he needed the frames.

I went downstairs and asked that the guys learning to do the frames to clean up their scrap real quick as we were going to have a customer come by. I went to Al and had him do the same. Sandy and Mandy were neat freaks. Considering that they were working with messy materials, they still kept their area spotless.

By the time I got back to the showroom, the builder was staring at the frame hanging from the ceiling. A guy with him was goggle-eyed over the bike.

I thanked them for coming and walked them back through the frame area to look into the rebuild area. Seeing six guys working hard impresses a customer.

We turned to view the frame area that had a bunch of unpainted frames lined up to be painted and the painted frames set apart.

"Are all these sold?" He asked.

"Yes, plus we have orders for another thirty right now," I said truthfully.

"Can you build that many? Really?"

"We are working toward building fifty a week if we get the orders. I think the fifty will be several different types of frames for various race cars."

We walked into the sheet metal area. Al had taken a frame and had various panels leaned up against the frame and some lying in position on the frame.

"When did you start this?" the builder asked.

"Recently, we are gaining orders pretty fast."

When we entered the motor shop, Sandy and Mandy were flow testing a head. They were totally focused on marking areas to grind down and clean better.

"You have women in a motor shop? Those are racing motors those women are working on."

"Two of the best motor builders around. You'll hear about our motors soon. They will be the best around."

I pointed at the sign that was present throughout the shop, "We do perfect work."

"This is nice and all but when can you come to build me a couple of frames. Oh yeah, we've been talking and decided we're paying too much for them. We think half of what we were paying would be fine."

I asked them to come up to the showroom with me. I told him to look at the frame hanging from the ceiling. "Do you remember the piece of shit frame you showed me that you weren't satisfied with? You know the one that was crooked. Do you remember telling me how one of your customers wrecked because the frame was made wrong and split?"

"My company does good work. We have a shop that will produce a superior product for less than what you were paying prior to me making some for you. If you wish for me to manufacture your frames, please leave a deposit and your blueprints. You know my work, you know my pricing and you've seen my operation. Please consider me for your future work, but right now our services are in too much demand to work for less."

I walked to the front door, opened it, and stood waiting for them to leave. The guy sputtered a couple of times then walked out. Sue had come out to hear what I had been saying and looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't think he was really serious about needing a frame."

My later explanation made her angry and she said I was a lot nicer than she would have been.

Imagine that, I just turned down business, bad business, no profit business, but business any way you look at it. Was this fledgling company maturing?

Twenty minutes later, Gene called, laughing. He said the builder had called him and told him what had happened. The builder told him I had been holding him up as it didn't take me much time at all to make him what he needed. He just didn't think it was fair. Gene also heard from him about how my motor shop was going to be a failure because I had women working in it.

I told Gene, "If it makes it better, I'll sew a dick and some balls on their jeans."

Gene busted up laughing again, "If you like their work, I'll like their work."

"Thanks Gene, sorry you had to hear from that guy."

"Not a problem Steve, he'll be back as soon as he has another accident caused by shoddy workmanship. Charge him more next time."

It is nice to have business friends like that.

I took Sue out back to meet our two new men in the rebuild area. After they finally found their tongues, I took her to meet Tim and Bob, giving her an idea of what I had found with the two.

Tim was instantly struck by Sue's sweet appearance. Kind of like the Dolly Parton syndrome. Sue had on a regular frilly blouse, buttoned at the neck, with a nice pair of slacks.

As soon as Bob saw her, he began signing to Tim who seemed embarrassed by Bob's signing.

Sue did the surprising this time, she signed and spoke at the same time, "Thank you Bob, you're very kind but I'm sorry, you see I'm already married," she showed her rings. "Steve is my husband."

Now it was Bob's turn to blush beet red. Tim and I laughed as I recognized Bob signing, "Sorry."

Sue welcomed him to the company saying she hoped both of them could learn to work our way. I told Tim that Sue worked with me welding and was a perfect worker.

Bob wanted her to work with them and she said she would soon, but not today.

In our office, I told Sue about the additional orders from Phil and Judy and my thoughts of turning the conference room into sales assistant offices. She thought that was a good use of the space. Then I told her of my thought to expand the building on the conference room side for additional offices as I thought our staff was going to grow rapidly to support the business. I told her Tiny was going to work on the figures for me.

"If you even imagine we need the additional space, get it started. I can't believe how fast we are growing in manufacturing, in orders, and in sales. It is just more than anyone could have dreamed," Sue said shaking her head.

"It's all in the people. One good person requires two or three more to keep up with them. Then one of those turns out to be another great individual and you need others to support that one. We've been lucky to attract good people."

I couldn't believe what I was saying but continued anyway, "We need three to four more welders as soon as we can train them. If we work everyone in pairs they seem to work faster, produce faster, and with better quality. I want to hire and work these folks in teams."

"Just keep hiring, honey, I have the same problem with the catalog. It's just selling too much merchandise. I asked the manufacturer if they could either expand or sub out some work. They are working on hiring some subcontractors."

I looked at Sue and said, "Lets either go to the gym or go get some sun. I need both. How about it?"

We told everyone we were leaving and took off for home. Sue and I were able to get into our swimsuits and to the pool without any interruptions. We put lotion on each other and enjoyed cooking for a while. DeDe and Star came by to visit. I think they might have been more interested in Sue than me this time. They gave us each a few passes to get in the strip club they worked at. The passes also gave us a free lap dance of our choice. They walked out of pool area saying Sue would be a bigger attraction dressed than they would be naked.

We spent a total of an hour sunning. Sue darkened her tan quickly, while mine struggled along, turning just a little tan. We swam some laps then went home and dressed for the gym. We worked out for an hour and a half before coming home and showering. We put our work clothes back on and drove to the shop to see the day's progress at four in the afternoon.

There were more orders in the fax for both Judy and the welding shop. We even had an order for a set of sheet metal. I called Gene to see if the forty-five hundred was a fair price for the sheet metal panels. Gene said that was the figure he had come up with if they were unpainted and without the holes drilled. I told him the holes were already drilled but that those should be a part of the deal, as well as the primer coat.

I called the team that sent the order to thank them. They said they were going to order a couple of frames from us too so for us to look for the order. I asked them if they wanted them in primer or painted. They said that they had a painter.

I found a big box, lined it, laying the panels with packing material between each piece so they wouldn't bend or dent,. The box was attached to a pallet, so I looked to make sure where it came from and wrote it down so I could get some more.

I called the fast freight company and told them I had a pickup. I wrote up the order in the computer so a bill would be generated. I went to find it and took the packing list off the bottom. Ruth had some of those stick-on envelopes that hold the packing list. The last thing off another printer was a shipping label that had a sticky back. Amazing I had my first shipment ready from the sheet metal shop. I got Bob to use the forklift to put the pallet by the door. He insisted that I learn how to use it. I had used them before, but why now when there were experts around?

Upstairs, Phil and Judy were sitting back in their chairs a little glassy eyed. Phil said, "You're right, I need help. This pace is really fast. It's like you opened Pandora's box. Judy called those two ladies. They will be here in the morning to start helping us. Tiny said the offices will be ready by noon, so we'll spend the morning showing them how to use the computer."

"I know another salesman that was let go. He doesn't live close but he loves to travel. I called him and asked if he was interested in fronting for us, and he is. He is driving in tomorrow to meet you. I can give him a territory and let him bring in some orders. He isn't married, so he'll probably need a sales assistant. I've never heard that he had a drinking problem or anything like that. I did hear one time that he might be more interested in guys than girls though. Maybe that's why he likes to travel. He does have a great reputation for being a good salesman. He's just like me though, he was making too much money."

"We'll talk to him tomorrow when he gets here. Have Tiny interview him and run a merc on him to make sure there isn't anything strange with the guy. I don't care if he likes sheep, as long as he can produce good clean orders."

Judy said, "Today was awesome, I'm not done entering orders yet and I'm already over seven million today. This can't continue. There is no way that it could continue. I think that the territory is so starved for attention that dealers are buying to get restocked."

"So you're telling me we will probably hit near fifty million our first full week. That is so unbelievable. Thank you, both of you."

I was ready to leave but turned, "Are you two coming out for a drink and supper? Please know you're always welcome. I hope you don't mind partying with folks you work with."

Judy smiled, "I thought you would never ask."

"Hey, just consider yourselves as part of the group. Get with the girls to either share getting us supper or to do one yourself. Makes a nice present every night, doesn't it?"

I told Tiny and Ruth, that Sue and I were leaving after I had checked with the guys in the shop.

Tom was checking lengths and angles again on a pretty well completed frame. Bob was right there with him, but Tim was hesitant to check his work. When I asked him why he said, "I never did learn how to measure angles with a square and a compass. I'm embarrassed to tell you that, but I don't know how."

"Tell you what, tomorrow morning I will teach you. You will be surprised at how easy it is. Trust me, I'll show you."

Tim was visibly happier after that and got down with Tom and Bob. They finally stood up saying, "This one is done right, it's perfect."

I told them to put their equipment away and clean up. It was time to go home.

When I went into the newly created motor shop, Sandy and Mandy were putting tools away and cleaning up. Shawna already had her bench in order with the old motor laid out ready to reassemble. She was standing in front of the bench with a pad in her hands making notes.

"Hey, Red, what's up?" I called as I came in.

Shawna smiled saying, "There are going to be a few parts that are hard to get. I'll start calling the East Coast people in the morning and work my way west till I find them. These old forty-fives are tanks, but they were not considered that valuable so they were not stored, just junked."

It looked like everyone was going home at a reasonable hour tonight. I made sure the back gate was locked and all the outside doors were locked, then I went home to join the patio crowd that had gained Phil and Judy as new members. They were sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink together with Abe and Alice, who now seemed to enjoy being here more often too. Amazing how the group grows and grows. Charlie and Martin were shooting pool. Shawna had already changed into some low-rise short shorts and a cute tube top.

Sue had changed into some shorts and a revealing halter and made herself a rum and Coke before sitting with me. Sandy came onto the patio and asked if she could borrow some muscle to carry some furniture into Sue's old place. Charlie, Jim, Tiny, and I went over to find two pickup trucks that were mounded with furniture.

When we finished, the two girls said they were going to take a quick shower and come over. Mandy walked up to Charlie and asked if he wanted to wash her back. Charlie laughed saying only if Shawna were in there too.

On the way back Charlie was laughing at how people branded those two as lezzies. He said they were just a little masculine acting but both were really all girl.

Alice had brought food this evening. We had a big pork roast with several side dishes that included dressing and applesauce, some of my favorites. After dinner, I told the folks that Sue and I needed to take a ride, but they were welcome to stay as long as they like. Glenda and Ruth said they would lock up if and when they all left.

Sandy and Mandy asked if they could ride with us.

"Where are your bikes?" I asked.

"In a storage complex down the street. The same place you had your shop. We saw you there a few times," Mandy answered.

Charlie said we needed to steer clear of the clubhouse and the St. Pete club bar, as the fellows didn't care for women riding.

The two girls had custom wide glides that looked good but well-ridden. Charlie said, "Let's go to Dade City, it's a nice ride. We'll stop by and see a buddy of mine in San Antonio on the way." We took Florida to Land O' Lakes then 54 east. We turned north to go to San Antonio where we pulled into a small house in front of a big barn.

When we rode in, a guy about six two, with a muscular build came out of the house. He was without a shirt and shoes, just jeans. As soon he recognized Charlie, Jim, Hanna, and Shawna, he hollered behind him, "Charlie and his redheaded bitch are here, come on out."

While we were still getting off our bikes, an Amazon came out the door. She was so tall, her fluffy hair brushed the top of the door jam. She wasn't that heavy, but was not thin. She looked as muscular as the guy did, but you knew she was a female as all she had on were very short denim shorts. She must be over six foot eight, or something like that, and was every bit of a C or D cup. They were big tits that had the big tit sag and wobble as she came down the stairs of the porch and picked up Shawna as if she were a baby, holding her up in the air.

Jim turned to me and said loud enough for all to hear, "Meet Juan and Meeny Perez. They don't look Spic but they probably are back in their heritage somewhere. Juan, you know the girls," as he gestured toward Sandy and Mandy. He turned back to Sue and me and said, "Meet Steve Sharp and his wife Sue."

Meeny had put Shawna down to grab Hanna and pick her up off her feet and hug her to her bare bosom. Then she went over and kissed the two other girls. When she kissed Mandy, she leaned over and whispered something in her ear while pinching Mandy's prominent nipple through her T-shirt.

When she was finished with Mandy, she came over and stood in front of Sue and me. She assumed a pose that was very dominant and could have been scary if you didn't look into her mischievous eyes. She stood with her legs wide apart, hands of her hips, leaning back a little with her big bare tits sticking out. Juan was standing a little behind her with Charlie. They were both smirking, they knew Meeny and how she tried to intimidate people.

"So you two are the ones the little redheaded biker bitch has been bragging about." She turned and gave Sue the up and down look that you would give someone if you wanted to exaggerate it, then commented, "Nice tits, honey, I'd love to play with them, looks like you got some nice nipples to suck on too. So you're Sue."

She leaned over, took Sue's chin in her hand, and kissed Sue full on her smiling lips.

Meeny then stood back and assumed her dominant pose again, "And you're Stevie Wonder, or is that "Steve the wonder boy?" The way the little bitch was braggin' over you, I thought she had dumped "Stubby" for you. Christ, you and her were in a couple of shoot 'em ups then I heard you were some kind of artistic welder. The only thing that really got my attention was that you have a big cock. I'd like to play with that too."

Next, Meeny stepped up to me and gave me a big hug, pushing her big breasts into me. It's funny to meet a babe that's so tall that if she does hug you, you're eye level with her Adam's apple.

Meeny turned around getting between Sue and me so that we were standing in front of Juan, "Meet my new toys, Juan, I bet you want to play too."

Juan and I shook hands while he was chuckling at Meeny's performance and ogling Sue's almost exposed wonders in her very revealing low cut tank top.

Shawna said, "Her bark is worse than her bite, she just enjoys fucking with folks. Just ask her ole' man, she fucks him, and fucks with him, constantly."

Juan actually blushed. You would have thought that, living with someone like Meeny, blushing would have gone away a long time ago.

Hanna, Sandy, and Mandy came out of the house with nine cans of beer and a can of diet Dr. Pepper. They obviously knew these folks well enough to just go in and get what they wanted.

We sat on our bikes and the small porch chatting. Jim and Hanna were telling them that they needed to come visit us since we all lived at the same place. We even have our own little community center where everyone gets together a couple of time a day. Jim looked at Meeny, "And you can even have draft beer for breakfast."

Meeny laughed, "I'm on my way. You'll never let me live that down will you."

"Not ever," Jim said. "When you're at a huge campground and some naked chick comes walking up to you, while scratching her snatch and tit, begging you for a beer at six in the morning, you don't ever forget it."

Meeny said, "It was no big deal. We were at the Abate campgrounds during Bike Week several years' back. I had just woken up with a hell of a hangover. I needed a beer and Jim was the first person I saw."

Shawna volunteered, "You spent so much time naked, running around the campground that week, that we all thought you were turning tricks."

"You know me," Meeny responded, "when I'm drinking and especially if I'm smoking, the clothes come off, period. I can't stand to have clothes on anyway, but when I'm high, definitely no clothes."

Charlie said we were on our way to "Papa's" in Dade City, and did they want to come along? Meeny answered for them, "Juan can go, but I'm on the rag and not feeling great. I'd rather stay home and brood."

Juan didn't want to go either, so there was another round of hugs and kisses before we mounted up and rode on to Dade City. Papa's was a typical Florida biker bar. It was a small bar, about thirty by forty feet at the most inside. However the entire bar had a fifty-foot extension of the roof around it covering a big wooden deck with picnic tables, odd chairs, and stools. There were a few coin operated indoor/outdoor pool tables, but the neat part was when you rode up and parked, you parked under the outer edge of the big roof. The back of the bar lifted up to hook on the roof, making it a common bar for inside and outside.

Several folks knew Jim and Charlie, several others knew Sandy and Mandy, so it was easy to meet people and enjoy an hour listening to what was happening up here while drinking a couple of beers.

It wasn't really late but I think we all wanted to get home early tonight, so we cruised out of Dade City, punched it all the way to 41, south to the storage place, and back to the park. The house was locked up when we got home, so Sue and I just went in and got ready for an early bedtime.

We watched a little TV while cuddled in bed. We both fell asleep with the TV on. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and turned the TV off, wondering if Sue and I were becoming an "old" couple because we didn't make love or hardly kiss, falling asleep in front of the boob tube.

I snuggled up to Sue's back and fell back to sleep.



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Chapter 47



Day Forty-seven - Friday

I was snuggled up to a small warm back. My morning woody was locked between a pair of solid soft thighs, while my big hand was able to cup just a little of the underside of one of Sue's massive breasts.

My dick throbbed involuntarily, Sue "mmmmmmm'd."

I rubbed my hand stroking her breasts, Sue "mmmmmm'd" some more.

She flipped over and gave me a sound, sexy, kiss before pushing off me to quickly to get out of bed. I heard water splashing for a couple of minutes then her washing her hands. Sue jumped back in bed and cuddled up saying, "Now, where were we?"

This morning we made love the way a loving married couple should do every once in a while. Soft, exploring, lots of touching until we coupled. We continued slowly, while Sue came over and over again, till her clutching pussy drew out my seed. I was thinking that when Sue got pregnant, I wanted it to be from that type of lovemaking.

Because we were early, our shower was slow and loving as well. I was able to gently wash her hair and knead conditioner into it. Washing Sue is always a treat that excites me, even if she has drained me multiple of times already. It was enough to make me shiver.

We got out, dressing in our usual morning garb, me in shorts and T-shirt, while Sue wore one of her sexy robes. I turned on the light at six-twenty to be instantly greeted by my two almost lezzie mechanics, dressed in matching see-through baby dolls.

Somehow, it was difficult at first, to recognize these two in something so obviously feminine as baby doll pajamas. They both gave me a surprisingly sound kiss, with Mandy saying, "I could have used you as a wake up this morning, I get really needy when my period gets close."

Sue had come out with extra cups saying, "Me too. I'm only a couple of days away and want to crawl all over Steve all day."

Sandy said, "I'm like Shawna, I'm always horny, then when I get my period, I become a three-dimensional bitch. Watch out when I'm that way."

Mandy patted Sandy on the leg, "Just give her a hug and kiss on the forehead. Cuddle her a minute and she'll be fine."

The rest of the folks began showing up, with Phil and Judy driving up at six forty-five, bringing sausage egg and cheese biscuit sandwiches this morning.

Judy was the surprise this morning. She was wearing a long white gown that was sheer enough to tell she had mature breasts with some sag to them, and a ton of freckles on her chest.

The guys all whistled and commented on the new show until she said, "I needed to add some maturity to the young pussy being shown off here. It has Phil begging for a blowjob before we get to work in the morning."

I think everyone in the patio was just a little shocked at Judy's brash speech. Phil said, "She hasn't always been Miss Prim. Before the kids came along, she was crazy to fool around in public, almost getting us arrested a couple of times. Over the years, she was the model mother and housewife, until we would have a weekend off by ourselves, then she wanted to be wild and crazy all over again. Tell them what your favorite weekend consists of, my love."

Judy looked wistful, "I just love to go to Paradise Lakes and parade around nude all day, then dance all evening naked. They have some wild hot tub parties out there on Saturday night too."

Tiny shook his head, "Who woulda' thunk it?"

Phil said, "I know what you mean, when I met Ruth the first time, she was in her casual business attire and the next morning she's flashing me, I was shocked. But then, I know how deceiving my critter is."

Sue was telling the ladies that Joan was creating some very hot private evening attire that will complement all sizes. Sue was planning to add a new website and catalog for regular sizes. She couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to call it yet.

Tom said that, with another day of training, he felt Tim and Bob could probably begin working on their own. I told him that it might take longer with Tim, but I was going to work with him a little to show him how to use a square to get the proper angles.

Al said he was doing really well, as he was able to cut multiple pieces of sheet metal at a time with the new laser-cutting device we had ordered from Snap-On. He said this was saving a bunch of time. He couldn't form three at a time, but could form two together, so it wasn't too bad.

I asked Sandy and Mandy how they were doing on the motor. They said that since the heads were done now, and the exhaust ports and headers were tuned, they were going to work on the bore and stroke. They figured by Monday, unless I needed it sooner. I told them I didn't think so, but would call Gene to make sure.

By seven thirty everyone had left to get to work. Sue was staying home today and promised to try to hire me an assistant, as I was getting behind with paperwork. Ruth said she would check the fax machine for me throughout the day. We probably should move the fax to her office.

When I got to the shop at ten to eight, Abe's shop was already busy. Bob and Tim were sitting on the floor by one of the already completed frames. Bob was showing Tim how the square worked and how to read it. I let them be for a while and I would go over it again with Tim later.

Shawna was on the phone in her office while the two girls were laying out tools and micrometers to start on the bore and stroke of the motor. Sandy asked me if their shop could have a few tools that would help them. I told her to call Snap-On or whoever made what they needed. Mandy and Sandy smiled at me giving each other a high five.

Guess I made their day, didn't I?

In my office the fax was beeping. It was out of paper with a pile in the "received" tray, and flashing seventeen faxes in memory.

I went upstairs to ask Ruth where paper was for my fax machine. One of her walls was a louvered closet and it was now jammed with various supplies. So that's why her office is smaller than the other two.

I put fresh paper in and punched start. More faxes began printing out. I had to be careful to read the headers and count pages to confirm that they were all legible. I separated over twenty-five faxes for sales and took them up to them.

Phil took me into the conference room to meet two ladies that Judy was training. Judy said these two knew of a few more ladies that would want to work with us. They also knew another road sales type who was also a single guy who loved to travel. I told them to contact those people and let Phil and Tiny interview them.

The phone guy had another man with him as they were pulling cable for the additional phones in the room.

As I went by Tiny's room the security guy was installing the monitors for Tiny. I asked Tiny if he had talked to the contractor and he said there was no need, as he was putting dividers up instead of walls. I asked him about the addition and he said that he had an appointment with an architect tomorrow to talk about it.

"Tell you what Tiny, get the contractor and the architect on the phone and have them here at one. I probably want to start work on that addition next week."

"Really?" Tiny asked shocked.

"Really, by Monday, we'll have more people than office space. Judy's two new girls know of a couple more folks that want to work, plus another road salesman that is looking for a new place. There is too much business out there for us to let grass grow under our feet. Can you talk to the brass at Onan and a couple of the other manufacturers and find out if there are dealers with unsold equipment that might be available at a discount. We might be able to sell it in this territory the way we are working it."

Tiny began laughing, "Right away boss, anything boss. Jesus you move fast just standing still."

There was a total of eleven more frame orders. The surprise was ten sets of sheet metal. I needed more people in sheet metal and welding. I bet when we start turning out engines, that Shawna's shop will be overrun too.

I listed the frame and sheet metal orders on my new white board with a grease pen, then called the same supply house that I had bought materials from the day before. They couldn't believe I was ordering enough for a truckload again, thanking me for the order and giving me an additional discount, plus free freight again. Tiny was going to have to look at my pricing to make sure it wasn't too high. A lower price might even bring in more business.

I was ready to work with Tim when two men showed up. One was the body man I had been told about that was supposed to be a good welder as well as sheet metal worker. The other guy was a sheet metal man. I took them upstairs to the big office first, and had them fill out applications while I got them coffee.

When I sat to go over their applications the guy who had come in with the body man said, before I went over his app, he wanted to tell me something.

"I learned to work with sheet metal at the state prison. I did five years for robbery. I was seventeen and nuts, no sense at all. I walked into a Circle K and said I had a gun. The girl was so scared she fainted. I took the money and ran. I ran right into a cop who was coming into the door."

"Five years doesn't seem that long, but it is when you have to be there with people who are bigger, badder, and meaner than you ever will be. I learned a lesson, the hard way. I got out two years ago. The first place I worked made cheap auto replacement parts. The metal was too cheap so their sales fell to nothing. The second place I worked at till last week, when they said their insurance wouldn't allow them to hire an ex-con. Whether that's true or not, I don't know and don't care. I did wrong, I had to pay for it, and I'll pay for it for a long time to come."

"Call the people that I have listed that I have worked for and they will tell you I'm a hard worker and do very good work. They'll whisper that I'm an ex-con. If you will give me a chance, I'll be the best sheet metal guy you'll ever hire."

I glanced through his app and said, "Dan, I'll let you show Al, my sheet metal foreman, what you can do."

The body guy's name was Ted Williams. He was way too young to be the real Ted Williams. Ted said that he had been working for a dealership body shop that closed because they were going to farm out their work. He said he was a good painter, could weld any metal, with any type of welding equipment, and was pretty good with sheet metal. I can do any one thing, or all of them full time, as you need me.

I had them sit for a moment while I gave Ruth the apps and asked her to verify their past employment and told her to watch out for what they might whisper about Dan. I told her he had been straight up with me and had even listed it on his app under schools and employment. If there is something bad, page me, otherwise I think we've found two new guys.

Out in the shop, Dan asked about the signs. I smiled at him and said, "We do perfect work. If you work here, you too will do perfect work." Ted was nodding, saying what a great challenge that would be every day.

Al showed Dan the blueprint, the raw material, the cutting tools, the measuring devices, and the forming equipment. I left them alone and took Ted over to where Tom, Bob, and Tim were measuring out tubing to begin a new frame. I told Tom that Ted was applying for a position and one thing he could do was weld. I asked him to show Ted a finished product and to give him some pieces to put together.

While Tom was showing Ted a finished sample, pointing out how smooth everything was, Bob and Tim were smiling at the situation as they had just done that. I asked Tim if he had time to work on the square. He said, Bob and Tom had worked with him and were going to do more as they built this next frame. He said he had taken notes and had even dug out his book from his welding school. He said for me to check on his work and knowledge later.

Abe had a new man in his shop. I was introduced to a fellow named Clint. Abe kidded him because he only had one eye, but that one was good enough to work on about any kind of forklift made. He was also proficient with all forms of hydraulic equipment. Abe took me outside, leaving Clint to work on a forklift and showed me seven more forklifts sitting under our storage cover.

"Look what I found. They had those seven lifts besides ten mobile generators, so my guys used the big trucks to haul everything over here early this morning. We bought all of them for scrap value, so if we can re-manufacture them correctly, we should make some good money on them. I'll be able to tell you exactly what we have in them too. That new program you have tracks every screw and piece of tape we use. It's great."

The big new rebuild shop now had eight people working. That shop was going to be a moneymaker. While I thought that, another big generator cranked up, giving the rough idle at first, then smoothing out and running smoothly. Sales were going to have to catch up.

Upstairs, Phil said he heard what I had asked Tiny to do and asked how I figured out to ask that. "Easy, Phil, Onan, and probably other companies, have been cutting back on customer service and outside salesmen. If this territory is so hungry for attention, that means other areas of the company, and other companies, are probably doing the same, therefore leaving a lot of unsold equipment. The orders are pouring in. It is probably for the equipment that other dealers may have ordered previously and now have laying dead in stock. Why not buy it a little cheaper from a hungry dealer and turn it over here? You may already have orders for some of it. The stuff will have a retail warranty date of when we sell it, since we would be the selling dealer."

"How do you know this stuff, Steve, you were a welder for a big company, but who taught you how all this stuff works?"

"Common sense, Phil, just listening to people and using common sense."

Ruth said the two guys checked out and that Dan had glowing reports from his direct supervisors, but the guys over his supervisors were the ones talking about his foul-up in life.

My fax was bare, but there were a couple of orders on my desk. Gene had sent a formal P.O. for an engine. I needed to find out who made the best crate engines and get prices. After entering the engine order, and another frame order, in the computer and on my white board, I went back to talk to Sandy and Mandy.

Shawna stopped me before I could talk to the two girls. Shawna was excited that she had found all the parts she needed to finish Gene's motor. She said the motor and tranny should be done by the end of next week. She already had the transmission apart and was working on the bearings.

When I asked the question of the day to Sandy and Mandy, they thought for a few minutes, then Mandy said, "None are really great, but the factory Delco engines seem to hold up better. I don't know why, but if I think of all the different motor builders and their failures, they have fewer Delco failures than any other brand. It could be the builders aren't as thorough as we are."

Sandy added, "All of our engines last about the same. If you want the quality, buy Delco, if you want the price, buy whoever is cheapest. A motor is a motor before you build it out and then it is only as good as the builder is willing to make them. Generally, the build out costs are going to be the same."

"Thanks, I'll buy a Delco crate next time around and you can compare."

Back in my office, I called the local Parts House auto parts supply house and asked if they handled racing crates. They sure did, had them in stock, and where could they fax a price list? They asked for some credit information so I transferred them up to Tiny and thanked them for the information.

I walked back to see how Ted was doing. His sample was very nice looking. He was doing one of the four-sided pieces like Bob had done. I think Tom liked that test. It was a tough one. I was already satisfied and went over to see how Al was doing with Dan. Al and Dan were working on one of the forming machines pressing out a side panel.

Al said, "Dan is good. He knows his stuff. We're gonna knock out some good work." He smiled, patted Dan on the back and said, "We are going to produce some perfect work."

I told him that as soon as the sheet metal order that went with the frame order was done, to let me know so we could arrange shipping.

I went back to Tom and told him that as soon as they had the frame that he and Bob were working on completed, to use Ted and for all three of them to start doing multiple frames at a time. To start, I wanted them to cut and bend four or five sets at a time. The key was to mark the correct number on every piece. When he asked about materials, I told him an order should be here this afternoon and another tomorrow.

I could still use two more good sheet metal guys and probably three more welders. So far, we were only doing NASCAR frames, and there are a hell of lot of other forms of racing that were around.

Ding! Another idea came to mind.

Gene answered his private line and began laughing as soon as I asked the question, "I wondered how long it would take before you asked about trucks. Tell you what, I'll have one of my guys bring you a set of prints for our trucks, and another for the sanctioned off-road trucks they are using in arenas. The NASCAR trucks will be the most popular as they wreck all the time. The off-road people don't have the restrictions we do. Are you running out of work or just looking to expand your market?"

"Expansion. I have production ramping up, but it's slow because we have to take our time training people to do it our way. Right now my orders exceed my production capability, but that will change as I find and train more people. It takes a full time guy just to quality check everything before we pass it. The painting and painted screw holes take some extra time, but I think we're going to do the electro-static painting, you know, powder coating, because it is tighter and harder with no drying time. We now leave screws in the tapped holes, that way we don't have to reopen them."

"Damn, I can't wait to get my next one. They sound great. How's my motor coming?"

"Oh yeah, thanks for the P.O. Is that what you pay the other shops for motors?"

"No, I'm cheaping you out. If you produce a good motor, I'll pay what I have to pay Hendricks for one. I'm dying to run the shit out this one and see if it lasts. I just know it will, the way you do stuff."

"Is next Monday or Tuesday okay for the new build? Or do you need it sooner. It's possible to finish it Saturday or Sunday, but otherwise we'll do it on a regular schedule."

"I'd like the motor in the morning if I could. We have the track all weekend with another team and I'd like to run that thing non-stop for at least twelve hours to see how it does. Let me know if that's doable so I'll have enough drivers."

"I'll call you back," and hung up, thinking that motor stuff could get rushed sometimes.

I went back to talk to the girls about what Gene wanted to do. They talked between themselves a couple of minutes and Mandy said, "If you get Shawna to help us, we can have it for him in the morning. If you and maybe another of Abe's good mechanics help us, we might finish by nine. Want to do it?"

"Let me get one of Abe's men and I'll call Gene," I said walking toward Shawna.

"Your buddies could use your help, wanna help them turn one out quick?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods? Let me clean up and I'll let them tell me what to do."

When I asked Abe for his best mechanic, he called two of his men over and told them that I needed them for a special project and asked if they could work late on a Friday night."

The one guy said, "Shit for what you pay me, I'll work free on a Friday night, what do you want me to do?"

The other guy just said, "I second that motion."

Abe directed them to clean up their areas then to go with me. He turned to me and said, "I gave you both because you asked me for my best, I can't tell which, they are both the best."

When I showed up with two guys Sandy was all smiles. She lined us up and gave specific instructions to each of us, then turned back to what she was doing. There were four of us standing, working along a bench until I remembered that I had to call Gene. I went to Shawna's office and told Gene that we would have it this evening around ten. He said they would be at the shop until at least eleven, getting stuff out for the NASCAR races and ready for the Lakeland testing.

I called Sue and told her we were going to knock out Gene's motor and were going to work late. She said she would bring food for supper.

As soon as each of us finished polishing a part with emery cloth and compound, Sandy or Mandy would inspect it, check it, with a micrometer, weigh it, and give us another part. I watched how they were fitting parts back together. They would wipe each cleaned part with an oiled cloth to give it a fine coat before sliding it in place. Some parts were pressed in. They were so gentle pressing something in, you could see it slide in millimeter by millimeter. They didn't build a motor, they were making love to it.

We were apparently faster than we thought we could be, as Sandy hooked exhaust hoses to the header pipes and connected a fuel bottle, just as Sue walked in the door with Hanna at six. Sandy finished connecting a free standing instrument panel to the sensors then gave the okay sign to Mandy.

Mandy told everyone to cross their fingers and she pressed the start button.

It only took two turns for the motor to catch. It didn't run rough at all, it smoothed out at about 800 rpm instantly while the girls watched the gauges and two oscilloscopes of unknown value to me. As we were watching, they adjusted the fuel intake, made some other adjustments, and kept increasing the rpm until the engine was screaming at 9,000 rpm. They held it there for a full minute then reduced it in steps back down to 2,500. The girls ran it up and down rapidly, watching their instruments, and shut it down.

Sandy asked Mandy, "Want to tear it down to see how it did?"

"Naw, you can hear it, it's perfect. It'll run twelve hours, no sweat. The way it sounded at nine grand tells you it shouldn't come apart till it hits way over fourteen. Let's check the horsepower then we'll ship it."

They hooked an apparatus to the rear of the engine, similar to a flywheel, except this had more gauges and another screen with a keyboard.

Mandy refilled the fuel bottle and Sandy cranked the engine up again. They ran through about fifteen minutes of tests then high-fived each other while the engine was screaming. Something must be good.

They shut the motor down and disconnected all their equipment, putting it away while the rest of us finished cleaning up the benches and the floor.

I brought my truck around back and we loaded the motor onto the shipping blocks. I told the two girls to get in with me to go to Gene's. They didn't want to, they said they wanted to be anonymous until the engine ran its heart out tomorrow. Sue said she wanted to come, so the girls said they would eat with Abe's guys before going home. They would see us later.

Sue and I arrived at Gene's about seven-fifteen. I backed up to his main shop door and we went in to find his crew chief upside down in a race car doing something. Gene was on his back under the front.

Gene rolled out from under the car and looked up at us, "You're ole' lady is a nice sight but what are you doing here, my engine won't be here for a while yet."

"Where do you want it, we put some extra help polishing, and finished testing it about a half hour ago. It's still warm."

Gene walked over to the motor and held his hand against the motor.

"Let me get a lift. We'll put it on the dyno first before we drop it in the car."

We used a lift to swing the motor to an engine stand where Gene and the crew chief, along with a couple of other mechanics, connected all the sensors and hoses. This was the same equipment that the girls had used.

The crew chief was about to squirt ether into the air vent. I stopped him and said, "Starts without it. Try it naturally first."

He raised an eyebrow but put the can down and hit the button. The ignition was instant, and perfectly smooth around 800 rpm. He waited for the temperature to come up then increased the rpm just like the girls did till it was setting at 9,000 rpm and still running perfectly smooth. He did one more run up then shut the whole thing down.

The crew chief said, "The motor is running better than a thousand, probably upward to eleven hundred. Sounds good. Wonder if they stayed within spec. Wonder if it could stand a tear down."

"We'll find out tomorrow night when the NASCAR guys tear it down. It has to be done to certify the builders. Let's get it in the car."

"The motor sounds good, Steve. I just knew you were going to turn out something special. I'm shortchanging you on the price of the motor because I have to pay the inspection fee. When they approve it, you'll get your certification authorizing your company to supply engines to anyone running on the circuit."

"Gene, I never question you. You're one of the big reasons we are becoming successful. All I can do is thank you," I said sincerely.

"You already have many times, Steve. You've helped several other guys and me already. Now get out of here."

We were turning to leave when he called us back, "Hey, how about some track passes for tomorrow. You can watch us abuse your motor and your special frame."

Sue and I looked at each other and I said, "Can I have about twelve?"

Gene came back and handed me a stack of plastic enclosed cards attached to lanyards to hang around your neck.

"Here's a couple of dozen, bring at least that many. If you need more tell the guy at the gate that you are with me. He'll get you in. We start at eight, but probably won't start running your motor till eight-thirty or nine."

Sue and I arrived home at eight-thirty to find the patio packed with people. The two mechanics from Abe's shop were there with their wives, along with Phil and Judy as well as Abe and Alice. Sandy and Mandy were holding court as Abe's guys were telling everyone how good they were.

After Sue had a drink in hand and I had a beer, I announced, "Tomorrow morning we're all invited out to Lakeland race track to watch the trials of the motor Sandy and Mandy built, as well as a special frame Sue and I built. We were given special passes to get in. I have twenty-four with the promise of more if we need them. Jim and Charlie, if you want to come, call in and tell your employers this is a big deal, if not, I'm sure your wives will want to come along."

Abe said, "All of my guys and their wives will want to go, I'll call them right now."

Tom said, "I'll call Tim and Ted. Tim can tell Bob, I know they will come."

Al said, "Dan will be sure to come too. I'll go call him."

Sue had the guys go back to the office, which now had a phone system with three lines. Sue was growing too.

Ruth said, "Let's make a picnic out of it and get a bunch of food. Steve, you can load up your two portable grills and cook what we get. Come on let's make a list and get to Publix before they close."

Charlie was smiling, "Dell already hates that you stole Shawna, now he's going to think you're stealing me. He'll let me go, though. We have another guy back there to take care of the slack after Shawna left. He doesn't work as fast, as hard, and as well as Shawna did, but he is paid instead of the freebie Dell was getting."

Jim said he had a ton of vacation time and would be excused for the day.

The girls were back early with a menu for breakfast and lunch out at the track. Since Tiny and Phil had taken off and returned, we knew what we were going to drink. They bought ten cases of beer, two cases of Diet Coke and four cases of water. To hold all of this, they had six big coolers full of ice. This was definitely going to be a company excursion.

Judy asked me if the new girls could come too. Of course they could.

We made plans to leave here at seven. Abe said he had a little generator he would bring to make coffee. Alice said they had one of those big forty-cup percolators. There would be enough trucks to carry all the lawn chairs we would need. Some of the folks would ride together while the pickups would be by themselves, except Abe and me as we had the big crew cabs. Sandy and Mandy wanted to ride with us.

The girls worked on a big bunch of potato salad, a huge assortment of veggies and dips, and a giant pot of baked beans. One of Abe's guys said he would bring his gas grill so we could keep the beans warm, as well as anything else that needed it. We were set, excited and ready to watch Sandy's and Mandy's success.

People began leaving before ten, promising to be at the track no later than seven fifty.

The crew let the hot tub go for the night and had a strong nightcap to put us to sleep. It was surprising how festive everyone felt.

My loving, sexy, wife cuddled me in bed while I loved every inch of her and her giant mamaries twice. She wouldn't let me plug her, but used her toothless mouth to suck all of my juices out of me.

We fell asleep holding each other.



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Chapter 48



Day Forty-eight - Saturday

We had set an alarm for five thirty, but I didn't need it. I was sucking on an available nipple at five. As soon as Sue began squirming, I went down on her, bringing her to an instant orgasm with kisses to her clit and surrounding area.

She wanted to return the favor, but I told her that we should get rolling and have a cup of coffee before we left. We were in and out of the shower, dressed, with coffee made and the patio light on, at five-forty five.

Glenda walked over with her cup, followed by Martin. They said they were so excited about coming with us because they really weren't a part of the company.

Sandy and Mandy showed up with big smiles, saying this was the first time they would see something they built tested by professionals.

Ruth and Tiny came to say they were ready when we were. By six thirty Charlie, Jim, Shawna, Hanna, and their trucks were ready to go. Tom and Al came over, saying that they were having trouble with their car and might not be able to go.

Sue asked, "You both don't have cars?"

Tom said, "I have a car, but it's been having some trouble. Al and I went together to get it. We'll fix it today so we won't be late for work Monday."

Sue went into the house and brought the keys to her other car out. "I just got it back from the dealer after the robbery. Use my car until you can get your car fixed. You two need to talk to Steve, he has a good pickup for sale, cheap."

I asked Tiny if he had made sure the company picked up the tab for all the food and he assured me he had taken care of it. Shit, with twenty-eight million dollars in orders coming in, we shouldn't have to count nickels.

Tiny told me the profit from the engine, not only paid for the day, but it paid for the motor shop for a couple of months.

That's what those bean counters are for. To either make you feel good or tell you to sew your pockets shut.

We left at six fifty with Charlie leading our group. We arrived a little early at seven forty five. The track attendant showed us across the track to the infield area. We parked next to the pit area Gene's truck was parked. The guys began pulling stuff from trucks to set up for breakfast.

Abe's contingent of folks arrived and began unloading stuff too. This was a tailgate party to the max.

While breakfast was being cooked and coffee made, I went over to Gene and thanked him for inviting us. I told him we had food and coffee for him and all his crew when they wanted it. His crew chief came over and said, "I could kiss you. We forgot that the track concession was shut down and didn't bring a thing. Just don't let my guys have any beer until we're done today."

I told him that if we ran out of soda and water, we would go get some more.

The girls were making biscuit sandwiches with sausage or bacon, egg, and cheese. Someone had made about six dozen biscuits, so we were fixed. Glenda had a big pot of sausage gravy, so anyone who wanted an additional treat could soak up a biscuit full of thick gravy.

As soon as one of Gene's men came to get a snack, they were all over having something.

Two of Abe's men had brought special open canopies that covered our two tables plus the food tables and several chairs. Gene was running a couple of cars around the track, testing tire temperatures and getting a couple of drivers warmed up.

Sandy, Mandy, and I were standing near the car we were interested in when the driver was motioning to the crew chief saying the car wouldn't start. The crew chief unlatched and opened the hood trying to see what was wrong. Sandy and Mandy climbed over the wall and moved men out of the way to look inside. They had their heads and hands down in the motor then raised back up and gave the driver the twirling finger sign. The motor cranked into life.

As they climbed back to our side of the wall, the crew chief came over and asked what was wrong.

Sandy said, "You forgot to match the connectors on your wire bundles. All of them are color-coded so all you have to do is color match them and plug them together. I could see that the instrument bundle was connected to telemetry bundle, so we just unplugged everything and put them where they belonged."

"Glad you were here, I didn't even think to look at that first. Thanks, the guys will love to be razzed about a couple of babes finding their errors."

The car made two laps at a moderate speed, then picked up speed, circling the track until it was going all out. The crew chief and a couple of NASCAR officials were on the stand that had all of the monitors for the car and the engine.

We watched the car eat up the miles going round and round with the engine screaming with what sounded like joy to me.

Sandy and Mandy were listening constantly to the sound of the motor all the way round the track. The crew chief finally invited them up to watch the output from the stand to watch the car's sensors.

The car made regular pit stops for gas, and every other stop for tires too. A couple of suspension adjustments were made early but none after. Drivers were changed about once an hour.

We all had lunch and supplied the track folks as well. The menu was grilled Italian sausage, wings, burgers, and bratwurst, plus all the side stuff.

The folks were cheering the success of the motor when it hit the six-hour mark. The drivers couldn't drive the car any faster or they would lose the car in the corners. The car was faster than any other on the track was. Some could keep up with it for a while but couldn't keep up the pace. The difference was Gene's people were trying to kill the motor, not save it.

The NASCAR engineers were talking about the frame and what they thought was good and bad. The crew chief told them since the frame was a little stiffer; fewer adjustments needed to be made as the day went on. As a matter of fact, he told them that they had not made any adjustment since the first laps of testing.

Tiny and the guys had gone out for more water, beer, soda, juice, and steaks, with all the trimmings in anticipation of finishing around eight or nine.

At eight thirty, the engineers said five more laps at as high a speed as the car would go, and they would call it quits.

When the car rolled to a stop, the tires steamed from the intensity of use. The crew chief and engineers went over the car checking all the sensors while the engine was still running. They did a couple of run ups then shut it down. They opened the hood and checked oil levels and took a smear on a piece of glass for a microscope.

They looked at it for a few minutes then the chief engineer called Sandy and Mandy over to take a look. They said the oil was perfectly clear after twelve hours of hard running. They took some compression checks and buttoned up everything in anticipation of the tear down Sunday.

Every one was served a lean New York strip with French fries and Cole slaw.

Tiny stood on a tailgate and addressed the crowd of almost fifty, "Today was another mile marker. Watching someone punish a machine for twelve solid hours was almost painful, but those two girls weren't pained, they were proud of their work and confident the engine would stand the strain. One of the NASCAR engineers answered a question for me. The question was "How many new engine builders have an engine that runs the twelve hours at top rpm?" You know what his answer was, 'It hasn't happened yet.' Today it did."

"I asked these two technicians that built the car how they did it. They said to me, 'It was easy when you had someone like Steve that had the faith in them and, when they needed it, was right there to work with them.'"

A bunch of my crew was handing out plastic champagne glasses full of the bubbly. When everyone had a glass, Tiny spoke again, "This toast is to Gene, for having the faith in Steve, and to all of S&S Enterprises for another perfect job."

There were cheers and hollers all around, even the engineers celebrated with us. One of them said to Sandy and Mandy, "If that thing is to spec, you two are going to be known throughout the industry."

The same guy came over to me and told me he was recommending approval of the 18 percent stainless frame. He thought it was a performance and safety improvement. He asked if I had patented the idea, and I nodded that I had, knowing full well uncle Ben needed to get right on it.

We loaded everything up and finally cleared the track by ten. When we got back, we cleaned up and decided to use the hot tub before bed. All of us needed a shower before traipsing down to the pool so we separated, met on the patio, and went to the tub.

There was surprisingly little play. Hanna tried to get all the men to let her suck them off, but the wives all had other thoughts. Sandy asked Sue if I could play with her and Mandy. Sue helped get them hot and get them off, while I kissed and plowed both of them. I saved all of my juices for my big titted babe though, and slid into her while she had Mandy on one side and Sandy on the other, sucking her swollen nipples. We both came explosively.

Back on the patio, we all had another drink together, enjoying the camaraderie.

When Sue and I lay down, we were both bushed from a long day at the track and were sound asleep instantly.



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Chapter 49



Day Forty-nine - Sunday

Kisses, lots of kisses. Someone was kissing my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth, my ears, my neck and my shoulders.

I opened my eyes to view the deep brown of Sue's eyes. They were sparkling with a smile, as was her mouth. With another soft kiss, she said, "I love you so much. I am so lucky we met."

"Not as lucky as I am. If I hadn't met you, I would be back out on an oil platform, with this place as a nice memory. You gave me reason for a whole new life. Plus you have been my good luck charm since I met you."

"You are mine. My good luck charm. Look what's happened to my business since I met you. And, if we had not gotten married, I would have never known I was a little rich bitch with big tits."

"Well, little rich bitch with big tits, roll over here, I have something to plug into my good luck charm."

"Not here, not today. Let's get in the shower, it'll be less messy." When she saw my confusion she said, "Mother Nature visited me last night. I'm another step closer to being a mom."

When I smiled, she said, "Come on, I'm horny, help me scratch my messy itch."

The shower lasted so long we ran out of hot water. Between all the blood and cum, I'm surprised we didn't clog up the drain.

When I went out onto the patio, Shawna was sitting in a chair, wearing pajama bottoms and a hoodie sweatshirt, with the hood pulled over her head.

I pulled it back and gave her a kiss on the forehead then put it back over her.

In a soft voice Shawna said, "I've got my fucking period, I think it's even a day early."

Sue came out of the house smiling and told Shawna she had hers too, but I took Hanna's advice and Steve fucked me silly in the shower.

Shawna said that Charlie wasn't up yet and besides he was too big when she had her period.

Ruth had come into the patio and said, "I'll lend you Tiny, he's already nailed me this morning after starting my period and he is still horny. Please, go help the man out, he'll bug me to death if I don't do him again."

Shawna got up heading toward Ruth's place saying, "I hope this works and that you have enough hot water."

Hanna came in with Glenda. Hanna was bubbly saying, "Oh boy, got my period, another month that I know I'm all woman. Poor Jim, I wore him out last night and then again this morning. He'll be over later."

Sandy and Mandy came in and asked me if we could ride down to Gene's in a little while so they could watch the tear down. I told them we would go as soon as Gene called to tell me he was in his shop. I had anticipated that they would want to watch.

A little later Shawna showed up with wet hair and a smile on her face. She kissed Ruth saying, "Thank you, I needed that."

Phil and Judy stopped by on their way to Mass. They said they were going over to Clearwater beach later for brunch. They invited anyone who wanted to go with them. Ruth said Tiny and she would join them. They made plans to meet in an hour and a half.

Charlie and Jim finally showed up, dragging a little, then Martin came in, saying yesterday was very tiring and an old man like him needed his beauty rest.

My cell phone rang. Gene was calling to let me know that he had donuts and coffee ready at the shop.

We changed clothes while Sandy and Mandy went for their bikes. It only took fifteen minutes to get to Gene's place. We went in and had some coffee and donuts with Gene, his crew chief, and the engineers.

Gene asked if we would help pull the motor. First though one of the engineers climbed into the car, threw the switches and cranked the engine. It fired instantly and ran smooth. He revved it a couple of times before shutting it down. We pulled the wire bundles apart, attached the motor hoist to the block, two of Gene's men slid under the car to unbolt the mounts and the housing, while the two girls on top did the same. We had the motor on the stand in less than fifteen minutes.

The engineers were professionals. They dropped the pan and poured the oil into special containers. The whole manifold came off, followed by the heads. They unbolted the rods from the crankshaft and pulled them out of the top of the block. Each part was placed on a special mat they had with a picture of the part. They even took the timing chain off. The fuel system was taken apart as were the heads. It took another hour to use their various micrometers and gauges to check everything to spec.

When they were done, one of them said, "That motor is absolutely perfectly spec, not one variance over anywhere. S&S, consider your company certified."

Sandy and Mandy were giving each other a high-five. Gene was going to shake their hands, but found he had two big girls in his arms hugging him.

When the excitement mellowed, Gene said, "How about building me two more motors right away. Do the used one first to see if it's salvageable, then two more. You guys buy the crate this time, I trust you'll buy good ones."

Gene looked at me and asked, "Want me to spread the word or do you want to catch your breath a little."

I looked at the girls and they said it in unison, "Spread it. We'll build 'em."

Gene and I laughed. I shuddered at having to find a couple of more mechanics with the girl's abilities. I'm sure it could be done, and we would do it.

Sue used my phone to call her mom. The decision was "Does she wish us to come to her place or Ben's, or do they want to come to our house.' I nudged Sue to tell her to make sure she knew we had a couple of dykes on bikes with us. Sandy punched my shoulder from one side while Mandy hit me from the other.

"Okay, okay, I'll remember the correct term, carpet munchers, I promise."

That got me two more punches.

While Sue was trying to keep a straight face and not laugh because she was talking to her mom, the girls were hugging me, with Sandy saying, "We'll just throw him down and fuck some brains into him."

Sue was rolling her eyes at us, trying to tell us to hold it down.

It was finally decided that Ben and Beth would come out to the house. I asked Sue to call Ben real quick so I could ask a favor of him.

Sue dialed her uncle then pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it as if it were really strange. She looked at me and mouthed, "Mom answered."

I took the phone and asked for Ben without identifying myself. Ben came on and I asked him if he would bring his own cue with him, as I didn't have a good selection of cues. The only good one was my Meucci and he used a Joss.

I hung up and Sue said, she thought she had finally figured something out.

While we rode back, Sue was telling me that she had often thought that her mom and her uncle were too close for just brother and sister. She said she was almost positive the two of them were getting it on and had possibly been lovers for many years. She even wondered if she was the product of those two.

She told me how her mom and uncle had always been close. Uncle Ben spent most evenings with them when she was growing up and had even taken them on vacations. Since she had been out of the house, her mom and uncle had taken a few trips together. She was convinced they were lovers, and she definitely was feeling she was their product. She said she didn't care one way or the other, they should just live together in Ben's big house and enjoy being whatever they were.

At the house Sue went into overdrive using Glenda, Joan, and Betty to help her clean and straighten the house quickly. It really wasn't dirty, we were both pretty neat. The crew kept the patio nice and neat all the time with the tables washed and the floor clean. Now that the floor was sealed and painted with the giant S&S in the middle, it looked pretty good.

Ruth had the best solution for dinner. She ran up to Publix to buy twenty-five pounds of chicken breasts and some various items to make chicken Marsala. She gave me a recipe to mix up a bunch of seasonings to sprinkle on the chicken before it is grilled.

I made up some Caesar dressing for salads and opened six bottles of wine and stuck them into the beer fridge. We were set.

Ruth and I cleaned the chicken, trimming all the fat off the breasts, then sliced them into halves so the breasts were thin. We started the special Marsala sauce, making it in a giant frying pan. Trying to make dinner for twenty to twenty five people can be a strain. Once that was made and everyone had a taste, we were able to put it aside for later.

Ruth had purchased a very large quantity of asparagus and put it on to cook slowly. She also made a sauce to put on the vegetable. Glenda made a giant pot of rice to put the entree on so we were totally prepared when Ben and Beth pulled up in his Mercedes.

The first thirty minutes were just showing Ben and Beth around the house and the patio. Ben remarked how great our patio was, but wondered about the heat later in the summer. I told him I had an idea for the real hot days so I wasn't worried.

Ben and Beth sat at the bar on our new cushioned bar stools, enjoying their favorite drinks. Sue joined us having her favorite rum and Diet Coke with some lime.

More and more of our friends kept showing up. All of them dressed in nice clothes. Glenda had put the word out that we were serving something good, but we were having a formal type of dinner with Sue's mom and uncle. It was strange to see Jim, Charlie, Martin, Tom, and Al in Dockers. Sandy and Mandy had on dresses, with their hair fixed nice. Be still all of our hearts.

When it was time, I fired up the big grill behind the bar, turning on the exhaust fan. Glenda and Ruth had been to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for a table cloth, and had Shawna and Hanna go to Wal-Mart so we had matching dishes and flatware, instead of all the yard sale stuff we usually used. There were real wineglasses on the table, along with glasses of ice water and coffee cups in saucers. Talk about fancy.

Sue and I sat Ben and Beth at the end on one side, with Sue and me facing them. I was on the outside to help serve the chicken on rice and to spoon on the warmed Marsala sauce. Between the girls and me, we were able to get every one served and wine poured quickly so we could eat warm food together. The food was great. There was plenty for everyone who wanted seconds of all the foods. The wine didn't last much past the second full serving.

Throughout dinner, Sue kept up the conversation telling Ben and Beth the successes of this past week. Surprisingly, Ben knew Tiny from some business meeting they both had attended. Ben was impressed to find out that I had hired Tiny as my CFO. After dropping several names of employees, Ben said, "Okay, I have to ask, just how many employees do you have now?"

I looked at him, completely baffled so I admitted, "I have no clue."

"That's not a very good answer from a business owner," Ben said. "The minimum you should know is how many people work for you."

"Since it changes almost everyday, it really isn't important. I can count them and name them all if you want, although I may have hired two more guys this weekend. I just haven't met them yet. They're salesmen and my sales manager, soon to be vice president of sales, is hiring two new road salesmen, along with a couple of more sales assistants. We're kind of covered up with orders lately."

"How much is covered up, seventy, eighty thousand dollars worth of orders, come on that's not covered up."

Almost everyone at the table who had been paying attention to the conversation burst out laughing.

"What's so funny, did I over estimate your orders for the week?" Ben asked.

I tried to be nice, "You underestimated them by quite a bit. We had a pretty good week. We did get a pretty good windfall that probably skews the numbers and we are working a territory that has been neglected for a long time."

"So how much did your new company do?" Ben asked, a little too haughty for Tiny.

"Since I'm the CFO, I'll tell you but I would prefer that you didn't divulge this information. We're proud of our production but would prefer to present a humble appearance. This past week, our first full week with an active sales force, including the orders for all four entities, we have sixty-eight million in confirmed orders. The factories have shipped and we have billed right at thirty-two million, and have already received via direct transfer and credit card a little over seventeen million."

I was stunned. I had no idea. Glad I had a new guy worrying about that stuff.

"No fucking way," Ben said disbelieving.

Beth smacked Ben on the arm, "Watch your mouth, Ben, there are ladies present and our dau ... a ... my daughter is present. You shouldn't use that kind of language."

Tiny was now grinning, "Wanna bet?"

Tiny didn't know it but he had just pulled good ole' Ben's most precious chain.

Ben swelled up, "I'll bet you can't prove that. I'll give you a break, I'll bet you five hundred that you can't show me a tenth of that."

"Make it a thousand and I'll bet my own money."

"Ben," Beth warned, "Sometimes you're too rash, you might be wrong."

Ben stuck his hand across the table to Tiny sitting next to me and said, "Bet."

I asked Ben if he had his money or a checkbook. Tiny could take his credit card at the shop though. Tiny said, "I'll access our account through the Internet. Let's go inside."

We went back to Sue's office and Tiny opened up our account at the bank. He screened up the current activity with the totals of all accounts and showed Ben total deposits of over twenty-two million dollars. There was another six million that was being held till the transfers were confirmed two days later.

"Holy shit, Sue, Steve, how did you do that, are you making any kind of profit?"

Tiny said, "Since we are getting increasingly larger discounts by the day, I'm going to be under on our estimated gross margin but we are making in excess of twenty-eight percent. I think it's going to go over thirty-four, but today it's only twenty-eight."

"What do you think your costs are?"

"At present next to nothing when compared to income. We're going to have to hire at least twelve to fifteen more folks over the next week or two to keep up, so our payroll is going up rapidly. That really isn't a big factor if we can keep orders up. So far, our biggest problem is taking and recording orders and buying equipment to fulfill those orders. Steve also has the other really high profit centers that he is promoting through his Race Car Support division."

"Race Car Support?" asked Ben. "What do you do to support race cars?"

"So far frames, formed sheet metal and, as of this morning, we're an authorized motor builder for NASCAR."

I was getting perturbed over Ben's snooping and doubting everything we were telling him. I thought we should end this.

"Tiny, I think that's enough information for us to divulge today. You have proven to Ben that we are solvent and that we indeed do far more than you wagered over."

Turning to Ben, "So far I have not used any of your family's money. Sue attempted to pay for the building and you set up a payment schedule plus Sue was trying to pay for some of the additions. We used some of our early profits to pay off the note to Sue. We also have paid for all of our expansion to date and we will set aside a reserve for some near future building. So you may manage Sue's money if she desires, but she does not have any personal financial stake other than she is a fifty-percent owner. None of her family money has been used, none. So now that you have seen that my little company is solvent and growing, pay Tiny his grand so we can shoot some pool. We have discussed the company sufficiently."

Ben didn't understand, but I think Beth got the idea and guided him out to the family room area where the pool table was.

Beth said she didn't feel well and asked Ben to take her home. He agreed and they left, but not before Ben said he would stop by so he could go over our books in accordance to our loan agreement. I just nodded, knowing it would occur to him that there was no current loan agreement. The contract was null and void. It was going to be a cold day on the equator before he got a shot at our books.

The mood lightened up considerably once they had left. Sue was still fuming, but after a couple of rum and Cokes, she was mellowing out. She asked me if we could go for a ride, to hang out with some real people like we had here at home. Charlie said he was up for a little ride, while Jim said he wanted to veg out so he would be rested for the week to come.

Charlie, Shawna, Sue, and I took off with Charlie heading straight to the clubhouse. The gate guy let us right in, and Hap met us, with beer for us as soon as our feet hit the ground. We visited, while Sue and Shawna visited with his wife and some of the other women. Hap said he had gone by the storage place but we had already moved. I told him about all of the changes that had occurred and all the new people we had. He was very happy with me. He had a far off look, then came back and walked me away from everyone.

I have a couple of young guys that are trained to do some of the stuff you do. However, they don't have a job and they act a little rebellious when they do apply for work. If you could use them, I can keep them in line. I know you're fair so you would treat them well if they worked hard for you. They need to support themselves and not by selling dope or doing something else stupid.

"Hap, I'll interview them the same as anyone else that applies. I do have some requirements. They would not be able to wear their colors at work. It would be too intimidating to non-bikers to have them show up with their colors. That means they need to come to work in a cage. That will take care of that."

"You know, Hap, men who enjoy their craft are usually not rebellious as long as they are treated with respect. I need welders that are willing to learn my way, guys that are really proud of their work. Clean 'em up and send them over in the morning. I'll test them just like I test every guy that comes through the door. You gotta do this though, if they have bad marks, like prison time or the like, they have to be honest on the application. The insurance folks think that someone who is hiding something, will do crazy shit again."

Hap slapped me on the back and said, "Enough serious shit, have another beer before you guys roll on."

Our next stop was big Jim's. Sue made a deal with him for her next turn to supply food. Jim said he only cooked two things, roast pig and good lasagna. Sue said this time would be the lasagna, but the next time he had a pig roast she definitely wanted to be invited.

Charlie said we should go down to the St. Pete club bar to say hi down there. He said that when we went to one place the other always heard about it within the hour. Down there was fun. They were having an amateur-stripping contest that was only supposed to go to the panties.

The hoots and hollers of the audience, as well as the enthusiastic dancers trying to win a hundred-dollar bar tab, brought the girls down to bare bottoms in minutes. Several of the girls and guys tried hard to talk Sue into participating but she declined, saying they wouldn't be able to handle it. Double meaning from Sue on that one.

We made it back to the park about ten-thirty. Shawna and Charlie had a last drink with us. Shawna said that the ride really helps her attitude when she is having her period. I asked her if she knew any more mechanics that could be trained to put out a motor like Sandy and Mandy do. "I do, but they are every bit as strange as Sandy and Mandy. They are the opposite. A couple of guys who really like each other. Everyone who knows them, respects that they don't bother anyone else and keep to themselves. As far as mechanical ability, Sandy and Mandy said the guys taught them what they know. They have been trying to keep a small shop open, but I think they are going hungry. I'd love to have them in my shop. Would you mind if I hired a gay couple?"

"I thought you did that with Sandy and Mandy, but they just pretend to be that way instead of being permanent partners."

"I'll go see the guys in the morning. If I'm lucky, they'll have their tools in my shop by noon. You better get them something for them to work on."

We went to bed exhausted. Sue was over her mad at her uncle and would call him to make sure he didn't embarrass himself trying to be nosy. She said in almost a whisper, "Did you hear what Mom said? She said 'our daughter, ' then corrected herself to 'my daughter.' Do you think Uncle Ben is my real Dad? Time will tell, won't it?"

Sue cuddled up to me, face to face, letting us fall asleep with our lips lightly touching.



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Chapter 50



Day Fifty - Monday

I woke up being kissed on the nose by Sue. When my eyes opened, she smiled at me and said, "Morning sleepy head, it's past time to get up and get going."

The clock said Six-fifteen. I felt rested but didn't really want to get up. Sue got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Guess it was time to begin the day.

Before going into the bathroom, I started two pots of coffee and unlocked the door and opened it in case someone came over and needed to get at the coffee.

Sue was getting out of the shower as I was getting in so the closest I got to some loving was a couple of kisses on the way by. Ten minutes later, after a shower, shave, brushing my teeth, and dressing in regular work clothes, I was having my hair brushed out by Glenda who was in a friendly mood this morning.

The weather was acting like it was going to rain so we turned on the TV to listen and watch the local news and weather. There was a front moving through and we were expected to get wet.

When Sandy and Mandy came for morning coffee, Shawna excitedly told them that I wouldn't care if Carl and Kurt came to work for us. The two girls were as excited as Shawna was. These two guys must be good.

Ruth and Tiny said they would help Phil and Judy, who were just pulling up, to find me a sales assistant. She could help Phil and Judy's group when she had slack time. Tiny said he would push the office expansion as he could see that it was going to be needed quickly.

Phil said that today was going to be busy, as he had the two potential road guys coming by. He said the shop and all the activity going on, would impress them. Judy asked that I greet these guys in the big office, as most salesmen are real ego guys. The big office would make them want to be a part of us even though they would hardly ever be around.

I asked Phil what he was going to do for an encore after last week's super success. He shook his head and said there was no way to repeat that, but he was working on several pretty big deals. He even had a couple of customers that were coming into town to discuss major purchases.

I asked Tom and Al if they could paint the frame in the showroom and re-hang it. I also said that there were plans for a drag bike frame that I would like made for display. I would get the neck so they could finish it.

Jim said he knew of a guy who had a drag bike that wasn't worth the tires it sat on, but could be dolled up to look good for the showroom. I asked him to follow up on it and see if it could be bought cheap. Now all I needed was a big generator, a compressor, and a car painted up as if it were sponsored by S&S.

Sue said she needed to work on her catalog business today but would try to get loose for lunch with me. Everyone had something to get busy on, so we all left by seven fifteen to start our day.

When I pulled up in front of the shop, there were two guys standing by a pickup, waiting. I introduced myself and asked how I could help them. They said Hap had encouraged them to try out for welding positions with the company.

I unlocked the door and brought the guys upstairs to the big office to fill out applications. Ruth came in carrying two foam cups of coffee for them and told me that Dan had a new man that he wanted me to meet as well, and that the contractor was on his way.

The two guys thanked Ruth for the coffee in a very respectful way. Hap had them on their best behavior. I was impressed.

I looked over their apps, asking about the welding school they had attended, and why they didn't take advantage of some of the opportunities the school always found for the graduates.

They told me the only positions open were for either a high rise construction job in New York or the Alaska oil fields. They both had elderly parents that they took care of and couldn't leave the area. I explained the company's philosophies about perfect work, saying our reputation has been built on work of the absolute best quality. They both said they were willing to learn.

I took them back to Tom, who was busy with Tim and Bob, double-checking their work on the group of frames they were working on, as well as the other new guy, Ted, helping him and showing him the best way to prepare the metal before tacking it.

With a smile, Tom got out the usual scrap for interviewees to work on. He gave them the same pitch I had given him and the others while showing them a finished product. Tom showed the two a finished piece of test pipe that Bob had done before telling them to take their time and do a good job so we would know the quality of their work.

If these two worked out, that would give us three teams to manufacture frames. That would be enough to do all the NASCAR orders, as well as other types of frame orders I hoped to begin getting.

I walked to the next shop area to find Al and Dan watching a guy using a forming tool with an expert's ease. He apparently had cut some raw material into the correct patterns, and was now forming it to the specifications on the print.

Al came to me and said, "This guy is good. He knows his stuff and can probably teach Dan and me a lot."

The man took the finished panels and began double-checking the forms and bends to the print. When he turned around and began walking to us carrying the panel, he had an exaggerated limp. He looked like he might have an artificial leg.

Al complimented him on his work, as well as his expertise in using the equipment. Al handed me his application, introducing him as Drew.

Drew had been out of the military, the Marines, for five years and had been employed by three times that many companies. The reasons for leaving were all employee downsizing, and three that said they didn't feel he could do the work.

I shook hands with Drew and quietly said, "Semper Fi."

Drew looked up into my eyes quickly with a smile spreading across his face and gave a very vocal, "Ooorah!"

I asked him if he needed any special equipment or facilities considering his leg. He said there were times when he couldn't move as fast as others, but he did pretty well. Drew also said, he was due for a new prosthesis this month that should help him walk better. He asked if I might give him a chance.

My only reply was an extended hand saying, "Semper Fi, my friend, a Marine is always faithful."

I thought the man was going to cry. Instead, with watery eyes he turned to Al and said, "Let's make some panels."

Back in the welding shop, Hap's two guys were doing a decent job on their samples. It looked like Tom was going to have his hands full making sure that we did perfect work, but his attitude would keep him after perfection.

I went over to the motor shop to find Sandy and Mandy with the used motor, mostly torn down already. They were showing a couple of parts to two thin, smallish, guys. They were all pointing and rubbing their fingers over the parts.

As soon as I came in, Mandy said, "Steve, this is Carl and Kurt that I told you about. They want to come to work here. They are already impressed with your perfect work signs all over the place. Here, Steve, look at this. When we began tearing the motor down, we found a ton of sloppy workmanship and crud that had been left in the engine when they buttoned it up. Since the motor never did run well, it hasn't been used enough, in its poor condition, to kill it. We'll have this ready by tomorrow. What are you going to have these two guys and us do then?"

"I'm way ahead of you. By the time they are ready to go to work this afternoon, work will be waiting for them."

I shook hands with Carl and Kurt and told them to have Shawna show them upstairs so that they can fill out apps for the file and meet Ruth.

From there I went to my office and called the Parts House. I made sure that we had been approved for an open account, and ordered four crate engines. Two to be delivered this morning, and two to be delivered on Wednesday. I also wanted to order three more mobile engine mounts and a motor lift. I entered the information in the computer, under purchases pending delivery.

The tray on the fax was overflowing. It would have to wait until after I talked to the contractor.

Upstairs, in the big office, the contractor, Tiny, and a guy who was introduced to me as an architect, were busy putting together an office addition at the round conference table. I asked the contractor if he had the print of the existing building and the paint shop addition. He pulled out another rolled up set of prints and spread them out.

"With the growth we're experiencing, this is what I want to do." I took a big piece of graph paper they were drawing on and set it up so the edges fit the side of the existing building and the back edge against the new paint shop. I roughly drew a line from the outer wall of the paint shop to a line that intersected with a line across the front of the building.

"I want a wide open walk-through from the original building into the new building to give it the appearance that it has always been there. This addition will be two stories, with the upstairs hallway an extension of the balcony hallway. Upstairs, just inside the new building, as well as downstairs, I want bathrooms for both men and women. The existing building does not have sufficient bathroom facilities for office staff. This will give folks from both buildings easy access. I want windows completely around two sides, on both floors, so we have as much natural light as possible. The windows need to be tinted and insulated so the air conditioning will keep it cool. I want the traffic in and out of the new building to be through the hallways and our front door. To meet code we will probably have to have a doorway in the front and another stairway and doorway in the back. Both of those doors should be the "push to open" kind that automatically locks.

"I don't care how you bust up the upstairs into offices, but I think it would be best if we were to have them in an open format, using cubicles instead of a bunch of little offices like storage bins. Make sure that you use everything that is sound deadening and, if necessary, we will use some white noise to help. Downstairs, I want to devote the offices for road people and support staff for the other divisions. You can work out how to lay it out."

Tiny said, "That is a great layout. Why not do both floors in large cubicles? Road guys would still have a place to be when they are in town. They really wouldn't need an office to keep closed up and smell musty."

"Good idea. I think we should make sure the cubicles are large enough, so figure out how to get the maximum amount of them in our space.

On the other side of the building, I put another piece of graph paper and drew a line from the front edge of the new rebuild shop, to a line that intersected from the front edge of the main original building. I put the same openings on the paper and said that this could be a future expansion, but we might as well consider building it now, while we have the financing, rather than wait till we are in a crunch.

Tiny said that this would cut this huge office in half.

I agreed, "But the office will still be larger than any other office up here and if you look toward the other side of the door, it's like a big living room, as opposed to useful space. That side can be another office that will be pretty big, or perhaps a conference room. This office will remain an interview room, and an entertaining and closing office. My goodness, this thing is still going to be twenty-two foot wide by over thirty feet long."

"I don't mean to run, but I have a lot going on today." I looked at Tiny and the contractor, "Remember the phone, data, and alarm folks, and make it happen. Oh, and one last thing, we should probably have a small break room downstairs in the addition. The existing break room is going to be too small real soon."

I went to see Phil and Judy. Judy was training someone, while Phil was in his office talking to two men. He called me in and introduced me to the two men who were applying for our road representatives. Both had Onan experience and knew the products well. When I asked how they felt about additional lines, such as welding equipment, they both were excited and felt they could produce even more business with more lines.

When I found Judy, to ask her to clear the fax machine, she introduced me to what could have been Shawna's sister, a tiny redhead with an appearance uncannily close to Shawna's. This was Debbie Wilson, and she was going to be my assistant.

"I like you already Debbie, I need a keeper." Turning to Judy I asked, "When will she be ready for me to use and abuse."

"Later today, Steve," Judy replied. "I'm teaching her order entry as well as purchase order entry. She should be able to keep you in raw materials for all the shops. She will also be able to keep the fax clear and call customers back to confirm and thank them for their orders. That's how we get so many pre-paid orders. We offer them a discount if prepaid, and a lesser discount if they pay for most of the order."

Judy followed up by asking, "Did you notice your big conference table is gone and your desk is now all the way to the shop end of the office? Ruth purchased a desk and chair for Debbie. Her desk will look out onto the showroom floor. Ruth has ordered Debbie a phone too. There may be room for your little table and the chairs. I will look later."

I told Debbie that I was looking forward to working with her.

I walked through the break room going downstairs to the motor shop. Shawna was receiving the two crate engines, the new stands, and the lift. Mandy and Sandy were amused and happy that I had instantly taken their recommendation to buy the GM Delco crate.

"That's what you girls said was the best, so that's what you get. Does Carl or Kurt have a different opinion?"

Sandy said, "I don't think so. He's the one that told us about the differences in the first place. They will be happy to get good raw material to work with."

I told Shawna that we had an open account with the Parts House and that she should use them, whenever possible for the parts they need to build the motors. Some of the stuff came from specialty racing supply houses and would still have to be bought through them, but the Parts House's availability would be an asset to us.

Sandy and Mandy said they had two pages of notes on the poor build of the motor they were working on. They were both surprised that it had ever been in a race car.

The sheet metal guys were really turning out panels fast. There were stacks of each full set. It looked like we would be able to ship the bigger order today or tomorrow.

In the frame welding area, six guys were all working diligently on various tasks.

When I walked into the rebuild shop, Abe was in his office, talking to a guy about thirty. Abe waved me over and introduced me to Matthew or Matt, as he liked to be called. He was applying for the road tech position. Onan had recently upped the price for a road tech, eliminating two positions.

I wanted more than a road tech, "Matt, while you are in the field at customers, you need to keep your eyes open for used and abandoned equipment. We are going to need a continuing supply of product to rebuild. The shop is already exceeding my expectations and is a major profit center. This department is also accountable for warranty work, so your salary should be taken care of by warranty alone. How did you work your territory before, did you have a truck or did you have some tools in your car?"

"Onan wasn't that smart, Mr. Sharp, we would fly to a customer's city, rent a car and when necessary, rent tools or use the customers tools when we could. So many times we would fly back into town, and go right back to a location, near where we had been, for another call. A truck would be a great way to handle calls. I like the road. Motels aren't too bad if we watch where we stay and eat reasonable. We know how to keep expenses down."

"This is what I want you to do. Design a truck that will have the space for the tools you need and the few parts that are always going bad. Either a van with bins or a pickup. Abe, if you have another guy, or two, or three that we're going to hire, have them help in the design so we have several opinions. Phil has mentioned that several customers are asking for warranty help now."

Abe asked, "How many road guys can I have?"

I smiled, "The same answer as always, Abe, as many as you need."

"I can get four experienced techs right now," Abe said. "I've divided our territory into four reasonable geographic areas that should be fairly convenient to cover. We will be able to give some really good support by using trucks to travel and having tools and parts with us."

"One more thing Abe and Matt, the road guys will have to spend some time with Phil. While they are at a customer location, they can sell products, fax the orders in, and receive regular commission, in addition to their regular salary. If I'm thinking correctly, you will probably increase your income by twenty-five to thirty percent."

Matt stood to shake my hand, "Thank you, sir. I can't tell you how many times the customer wanted to buy something, but I had to beg a sales type to help the guy. More often than not, the customer would either just forget it or buy from someone else. This is great and you may be surprised how much we can produce. The road salesmen will love us, as we'll set them up on all the big stuff. We can now follow-up to make sure the customer is taken care of."

"Abe, perhaps we need six men to work the territory. If they can support themselves through warranty and sales, we would be foolish to overwork them."

"Let's start with four and work our way up, Steve," Abe said, happy to have so much going for him.

Abe's shop was full, with six guys each working on an individual project. A couple more generators were ready to be started and tested soon. The forklift, that had looked and acted like it was on its last legs or wheels, was looking very nice. If it ran as good as it looked, it was going to be sold quickly.

I started to think there was a lot of painting going on. I went back to see Shawna, but Sandy said she was next door in the paint booth. When I looked into the booth window, Shawna was in her coveralls, face mask, and head cover, painting another rack of frames and some panels for the rebuild shop.

I hadn't asked her about Debbie Wilson yet, either.

Back in the motor shop, I asked Sandy to have Shawna find me when she came out of the paint booth. These two girls were fast, as they appeared to be closing up the motor already.

I asked them, "Are you bringing this one up to the same spec as the motor you built?"

"You bet, the parts were all correct. Only a couple of parts had to be replaced. The problem was sloppy work, failure to clean up as they went, and failure to check everything. This should be as good an engine as the other. This one won't have to be broken in at all. It should run good from day one."

It was getting close to noon, so potentially, Sue would show up for lunch. I looked through the new orders for racecar support items. There were orders for a total of five frames and twelve sets of sheet metal. There were also two motor orders from teams that I didn't know. I entered the orders and put them into a tray that was marked for filing.

Looking at the monitors, I saw that Shawna was back in her shop, taking off her coveralls. I went back to get her to go with Sue and me for lunch. I knew she would be ready for a break, as even with the air on real high in the paint booths, working with all the extra clothes on was hot work.

I asked Shawna if she wanted to come to lunch with Sue and me. She was all for it and asked if Sandy and Mandy could come too. Kurt and Carl were at the back door to unload tools, so Shawna said that they should come too.

So much for a quiet lunch, I thought.

Judy paged me that Sue was up here for lunch. These folks washed up at their clean-up sink and followed me up front. Sue was standing with Phil, Judy, and Debbie, waiting to go to lunch.

Shawna and Debbie took one look at each other and both squealed and jumped in each other's arms. They spoke excitedly for a couple of minutes, until Shawna noticed we were all waiting on them, "This is my cousin Debbie, she's been in Georgia since we were about fifteen. We haven't seen each other for a couple of years. Come on, we'll talk at lunch."

It took three vehicles to get the ten of us to lunch. Debbie and Shawna rode with Phil and Judy, while Sandy and Mandy rode with Sue while Carl and Kurt rode with me. The Greek guy had a fit that I had brought so many for lunch. He was so happy that he threw in free iced tea.

Debbie and Shawna had a non-stop conversation throughout lunch. When I finally got a word in, I asked Debbie if she was married? No, but she was living with a guy named Hank Wilson. (I thought, 'what a coincidence that the two had the same last name.') Where was she living? They were currently in a little motel room that had a cooking area. What did her boyfriend do? He was, or at least had been, a painter at a body shop and was looking for a job.

Shawna's eyes got big around as she looked at me and mouthed, "Can I?"

I nodded and she started asking questions about the character of Debbie's boyfriend. If he checked out as well as Debbie described, we could have our painter. I'm sure we could find other work for him when he wasn't painting. I gave my cell phone to Debbie and told her to call him to come in this afternoon. She said she would call him, but she had the car. His motorcycle was still up in Georgia and was going to stay there until they both had a job.

While we were eating, I told Sue that she needed to clue Debbie in on my work habits and shortcomings, so she could cover for me.

Sue asked Debbie, "There is a cute little trailer for very low rent in the park where we are, why don't you come over and look at it tonight. It would be a lot cheaper than a residential weekly rate at a motel."

Debbie was excited again, saying, "Wow, what a lucky break to answer that ad yesterday. Thank you, God. This is going to be a red letter day."

Sue had Debbie call her boyfriend to get ready to come in to interview and Debbie was being sent to get him.

When we got back to the shop, I went to find Abe and ask about his little trailer. He said it was still available and he could transfer the deposit I put on it to the kids if I wanted. He saw right through me, suspecting I was trying to help someone.

In my office I tried to pencil some kind of forecast of what I might need for materials for the welding, sheet metal, and the motor shops. The whole thing was so far over expectations that I thought the only thing I could do was to remain reactive. The supplier for metals was being congenial and very fast delivering our large orders.

The fax machine was beeping; signaling anyone who would listen that it needed paper. The stack of fresh paper in the stand below the fax was empty, so I went upstairs to get some more. Ruth told me to take an ink cartridge too, as I would probably need a new one pretty soon, considering the amount faxes we were receiving. When I put fresh paper in the fax, the little window displayed twenty-two faxes in memory. Paper began spewing out of the machine. We needed a fax that held more paper.

I daydreamed while the fax finished printing the stored messages, thinking about how uncomplicated my life had been. These last few weeks had been so busy and exciting that I had not taken any time to contemplate about where I had been, what my intentions had been, and where I was today. This was like trying to organize a bunch of people I worked with up in Alaska and in Oklahoma. You got them all going, made sure that they had everything they needed, then helped to make sure it was all done. That must have been my formal education for what was happening now.

There was a long beep from the fax telling me something. It was done for the minute. I took the large handful of faxes and sorted them. You have to lay them out in groups, as the last page is on top, so you laid each fax out by itself, and sorted them as to where they were going.

The rebuild shop had three orders, neat. I guess Phil was telling customers they could order directly from the rebuild shop. I set those aside so I could ask Phil how we were handling those.

Phil and his group received most of the faxes. I noticed one was a request for a bid for a huge amount of equipment to export. Since we seemed to be getting a lot of these orders, perhaps I needed an export expert who could recommend an attorney so we complied with all of the export laws.

Total orders for five more frames, and a surprising sixteen sets of sheet metal, and two motors were from the team in Lakeland. He obviously heard about our success at the track. Gene had an expedite order for one motor. I would have to call to see what expedite meant.

I took the stack of orders up to Judy and showed her the export bid. She excitedly went to Phil who came back to her office saying this one was a lock. We would hear a confirmation on this within less than twenty-four hours. I asked him about any export problems. His reply was that the factory did the shipping and co-ordination with customs. All we did was get the orders and bill the customers. This bid would include someone directly from Onan to work with the customer.

Phil explained how he had been presenting the rebuilt equipment. So the customers would know that we were not trying to move them one way or the other regarding new or rebuilt equipment, he had instructed those interested to order the equipment directly from the "Rebuilt Equipment Department."

I told Judy that as soon as she could get Debbie going, I could really use her. She said Debbie was learning fast but there was a lot to learn, even in an upstart place like we were.

Tiny was looking at a bunch of different forms with a serious stare. He explained he was trying to figure out what order forms would be best to use in-house, and in the field. I suggested he call our attorney or to find one that would be good to advise us. The objective would be to get a common form that could be used both inside and on the road with a check box for the department. I told him since we seemed to be growing, he might leave a couple of blank check boxes for future profit centers. Wonder why he laughed as I was leaving.

I went to the motor building crew to find Sandy and Mandy testing the rebuild they did for Gene. Kurt and Carl were hovering around them, checking the monitors to see the results. They shut the motor down and nodded to each other with a smile as they were taking off all of the wires and hoses they had installed for the test.

I was going to prod them to turn out a motor as quick as possible but had an idea.

To Sandy and Mandy I asked, "So how do you feel about that motor? Think it's race worthy? Gene needs an emergency motor; think this one will do it?"

Mandy replied, "It's probably better than a new one, as it's already broken in from the previous use, so you know what might fail. The only reason that motor didn't work well is the six pages of notes we have for what was wrong. I would drive with this mill in my car."

"Why don't you guys have one of the sales girls type your notes up for you real quick so I can give it to Gene when I deliver this motor."

Mandy and Sandy grabbed the notebook and headed upstairs. I went to Shawna's office to call Gene. When I asked what he meant by expedite he said, as fast as you can get me one. I have a Busch car that is struggling. The motor came from the same people that built the one you're rebuilding right now."

"Tell you what, that motor has just finished being tested. I'll bring it over with the list of what was wrong with it. Use that engine and get us the bad one right away. I'll start on a new one, but we can rebuild the one you have faster, as all the spec parts seem to be correct. It's the workmanship that leaves something to be desired."

Gene paused then said, "From anybody else I would say 'bullshit, ' but from you, all I can say is thanks. The rebuilt will work. How soon can you bring it."

"I'll have it over there in under thirty minutes," I said, hoping the girls were getting the notes typed right away.

"We'll pull this other piece of junk and swap when you get here. You wouldn't have any kind of list of what was wrong with the motor would you?"

"Way ahead of you. The notes are being typed as we speak."

Gene said, in a less agitated voice before hanging up, "See you soon, thanks."

I brought my truck around to the back and used Kurt and Carl to help me load the motor. Sandy and Mandy came in with a couple of copies of their typed notes. I took one set, and advised the girls that I had another rebuild, from the same company that had done the other coming back with me.

Gene's overhead door was being raised as I backed up to it. Gene's men had the motor off the truck before I hardly stopped. The motor was immediately rolled to a car on a lift by the door. Gene and I maneuvered the bad motor into the truck. I handed Gene the typed five pages.

Gene read over the list and said, "They are going to say a lot of these comments are nit picky. But then that is what you pay for; you order and expect a motor that has been created as perfect as possible. Just like your motto, "You do perfect work." When the story gets out about your motor peoples' success, you won't be able to keep up."

"We'll keep up. I just have to have the people who created your new and rebuilt motor, teach, mentor, and monitor my new technicians. Just watch them, you're going to see some great stuff out of them," I said with pride and conviction.

Gene was smiling, "My guys aren't telling, but when it gets out that your original builders were two females, the industry will shudder. This is a good ole' boys world, you know."

"That's alright, let it shudder and shake as long as the loose change falls out of their pockets for my folks to celebrate."

"I never did thank you for feeding us out at the track. Your folks had quite a celebration. I've never had a group watch test runs with so much enthusiasm. The guys said you all need to come out all the time."

As I left Gene said, "Send me a bill."

Back at the shop we put the other motor on a stand and wheeled it to the girls' bench. Sandy quickly unbolted the intake manifold then turned it upside down. She pointed to several small holes that seemed to be clogged with small metal shavings.

"That is most of the problem right there, but we'll redo the whole thing and make it like everything you want out of here, perfect," Sandy said with a laugh in her voice.

Carl and Kurt had their bench completely covered with parts laid out on a mat similar to what the girls had used. They were working quickly, taking one part at a time, inspecting it, measuring some, but polishing every one before replacing it on the mat.

Carl asked, "If you need this motor in a hurry, Kurt and I can finish this tonight for delivery in the morning."

Mandy heard the conversation and offered, "Why not shock the shit out of Gene and we'll get this one done tonight too. If you deliver both in the morning, the company will really look good."

Mandy was waiting for my answer when Sandy asked, "Gene was your first NASCAR customer wasn't he?"

"Yep, he was, he was desperate for a frame, so I built one for him in his shop, using his materials. He liked the work we did and the rest is history."

Sandy added, "Let's give him something else to brag about, you don't really mind the overtime do you?"

"Not at all guys, I'll make sure supper is brought down to you later. Enjoy, I know how exciting it is to create something special for someone you like."

Damn, I sure am one lucky sucker to keep getting good folks.

Over in the rebuild shop, Abe was having two of the big generators that were complete, loaded onto a flatbed truck. When they were loaded, he put the rebuilt forklift on the back, chaining it down as well. The three units were being delivered to a customer in Jacksonville. He had heard about our rebuilds from my welding supply house guy and contacted us directly. As luck would have it, he was in the process of trying to repair his forklift. Abe said Phil had made the guy a deal if he traded us back the scrap equipment he had. This truck would be bringing back the used equipment.

That is pretty neat three more units out the door, with some equipment to remanufacture to boot.

One of Abe's men came up to me and asked if health insurance would be available to purchase soon. I told him I thought the policies were being prepared right then. He asked that we advise him how much family coverage would cost him, as he had a son that had been sick on and off for over a year. He said that when he was laid off from Onan, it really hurt. It had taken all of their savings to pay for his son's care.

I told him I would look into what was being done.

Upstairs I asked Ruth what was happening with the health insurance. She had the brochure from the insurance lady and said she had forwarded all the employee's information as soon as they were hired. When I asked about dependent coverage, she smiled, "Of course you bought dependent coverage for your folks. You're that type of guy."

I explained the rebuild tech's situation so she called the agent and asked where the policies were. The agent said that she kept heading over to us but we kept calling with another new hire, just like we did today with three more. Ruth confirmed that pre-existing conditions were covered and asked her to bring over what packages she had. Ruth said she would take care of explaining the coverage to our folks.

Debbie was at her desk working on some orders. She now had a PC and a phone. I had not seen the guys installing the equipment. They were sneaky that way, but thinking about it, I had been gone a lot.

I asked Debbie to go through all the papers on my desk to make sure I didn't forget an order. I laughed a little about having someone do my paperwork for me. Usually I'm a neat person, almost anal, but there had been too much going on lately to keep track.

While we were looking at orders, I showed Debbie the material inventory program and how it was matched to orders. I gave her an idea of what would be the point at which we order to keep our inventory of materials at a level that should keep the men working. We also discussed the benefits of ordering enough for us to get a dedicated truck.

Debbie wanted to know what to do with an order for two motorcycle frames. The order was from the local builder. I dug out the blue print for the frame and wrote down the quantities and dimensions of the tubing needed. This I multiplied by four, as I wanted to have at least one set of spare material and one to build up for display.

I called the builder and asked what necks he wanted. He gave me the manufacturer and the part number and the approximate price I should pay.

The manufacturer of the necks didn't cut me any slack for only three necks but did give me free standard freight. I had Debbie make a note to add the material to the next big material order from the same company. She was to call me when she ordered it so I could introduce her to the sales agent she would be dealing with.

Shawna came in and said she wanted to hire Debbie's boyfriend. She said she had him paint a set of frames and two sets of sheet metal from the rebuild shop while she stood over his shoulder. She said he did a good job. She promised to teach him how we did things and said she could use him throughout the shop for other things when he wasn't painting. She said that right that second he was doing what we always did when we finished a job, cleaning up.

I told Shawna the four technicians in her group were going to stay to work overtime for a special order we had. She asked if she were going to be needed to help or did they need some of Abe's people. I told her to ask. The overtime wouldn't be a problem on this order.

Tom and Al had been taught to make sure they logged material out of inventory and assigned it to jobs before they started. Tom asked me what job he was supposed to assign the additional two paint racks. I told him to mark it 'house project' on the computer. He said they had ordered the wheels for the racks and all should be complete by tomorrow morning.

Tom said they had enough room for two more men but were two welders short right now, as they only had two welders for six men. He said two for four men is perfect, as while one guy was welding, the other could be cutting and bending. I told him that each work area needed its own equipment. I would order all the necessary equipment for the additional stations.

I called the welding supply house and gave them a list of measuring tools, safety equipment, and supplies for each station. Then I called one of our new manufacturers and ordered four more wire feed welders. They were excited that they were receiving their first order from us. I assured them more was on the way. They said that the equipment should arrive tomorrow sometime, as they were located in Melbourne, Florida, on the other side of the state.

The day was winding down for me. I wondered how Sue was doing. It was nice when she was here but we were really busy and I wouldn't be able to spend much time with her even if she was here.

Tiny was trying to figure out how much to get for a new motor. I told him that a price was already in the computer as that was what Gene was going to pay for the first one. The next one would be higher but he needed to let me know if building them was going to be cost effective.

"Oh, they are profitable all right," Tiny said, "I didn't realize the number you put on the computer was the sales price. At that amount, even with the overtime, we make a killing. Hope those engines are as good as everyone thinks as that department is going to have a nice profit. Are the two new guys any good?"

"They are supposed to be better than Mandy and Sandy. We'll know after tonight. They are all staying late to get a couple of motors out for Gene. They may use a few of Abe's guys like we did before. It should be profitable and the goodwill is priceless."

I told everyone that I was leaving and called Sue on the way home to see if she had time for the gym before supper. She did and was ready when I got there.

I changed clothes and we went to the gym for a little over an hour of intense exercise. We both agreed to go for a walk and swim later to keep ourselves in shape. The only thing left is to make sure she gets enough sun to keep her nice tan.

We got back to the house at quarter to six, in time to join the crew in enjoying a beer. Abe came over and said he had rented the trailer to the kids and they were off to get their stuff right then. He said Alice was waiting for him, so he couldn't even have a beer. He would see me tomorrow.

Phil and Judy both had a glazed look in their eye from an intense day. Phil was saying, "In all the years at Onan, I never had a day like the days we are having. The pace is so fast and so intense I can't believe it. I ask for something and it appears. I ask for something from another department and they beg to do more for me; it's really nice. Coming here to wind down after work is really nice too. It's kind of a wrap up for the day."

I asked Phil if he had heard we now had four road technicians starting to handle customer service and warranty work. I told him he needed to get with them so they could sell too. I wanted them to be able to pick up orders while they were attending to customer service. I figured the warranty work would pay their salaries, and any new orders would be a bonus.

Phil said, "You need to get them cars so they're not flying and renting cars. They can't do much without tools."

"We are going to design a truck just for them with the necessary tools and equipment to do an on-site repair. Abe has the territory divided into four areas with each man working an area. If there is a need, they can overlap as far as necessary to take care of a problem."

"That is absolutely great. That's the way to do it," Phil said then turned to Tiny, "How do you keep track of the constant changes Steve makes. He's adding to costs every time I turn around."

Tiny gave me accolades, "So far every time he's added a dollar to cost, we received two dollars in profit. I can't wait to see what he does for an encore. Do you know you're on pace to almost match last week? That deal you made for the big generators at the hospital is worth a ton. I understand you bid on a FAA job for new generators, too. I filled out all of the paper work for us to be a select contractor. Since one of our owners is a disabled vet and the other a woman, we will get some preference."

Phil nodded, "With all these bids on government projects, we're going to need an engineer type salesman to do the bids. The specs are often written for a specific manufacturer, but most products can be modified to meet the spec, or we can either make an objection or make an exception. That takes an engineer in our field."

"See if you can find one, or a consultant that will work with us. A lot of industrial engineers are loaners and prefer to consult rather be an employee. There is a lot of that in the oil industry," I said, remembering some of the folks I had met over the years.

Tiny showed that he didn't want to sit back on his laurels and get stagnant by asking, "If this part of the country is so neglected, what about the rest of the country. We could put a couple of ads in trade magazines for product. Our dealership contract gives us a half of one percent of our gross sales toward advertising. The amount will build quickly at our present growth. Our contract also says we can ship to any area we just can't physically solicit in territories other than ours."

Phil laughed when I said, "And you're one of those stodgy bean counters, huh?"

I went for another beer, decided against it for a Beefeater martini, then finally replied to his obvious query to expand even more, "My first impulse is to take a breath before pushing on for more. I can see that you, Phil, are riding a high that is so intoxicating, you want more and more. Tiny, you are having a ball, playing with numbers that are so staggering, that you want to see if there is more. Me, I'm still on a vacation that I started almost two months ago. Somehow I stumbled onto this merry-go-round and haven't been able to get off. Yes, I'm excited about what the business has progressed to be and the character it has taken. I'm excited every day for us to be able to bring more and more people into our circle that will succeed under our umbrella. And the most important part, I'm so proud of the entire organization, it is difficult to express. Has this been too fast? Have we been too successful, too fast? Are we growing too fast? I hate to look back, so to all of this, I say we are only beginning, and to you Phil, be reasonable, but water us, fertilize us, make us grow some more. Why not."

Phil and Tiny raised their glasses to me, while Sue who had joined me before my speech, hugged my arm tightly and kissed my cheek.

We finally had supper after which Sue and I took a long walk, ending at the pool where we swam hard for over a half-hour. We sat by the pool for a while just talking. It was nice to be together talking about life, instead of business.

An hour later we were sleepily cuddled together watching television.



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Chapter 51



Day Fifty-one - Tuesday

I awoke, spooning with Sue, hugging her round pooky bubble butt into me. The clock said five thirty, so I should go back to sleep. Sue's still having her monthlies so I need to take it easy on her.

A rush of thoughts ran through my mind.



I need to call my sister and brother to tell them I'm married. When I tell them I have a place in Tampa, Florida, they might even come down to visit. We have the room. All we have to do is finish furnishing the other bedrooms.

Sure would be nice if they could meet Sue. I know they would like her.

Wow, Beth did say 'our' daughter. That could make some strange differences in why Ben's so protective. I think he's just nosy.

Hope Debbie and her boyfriend work out. I haven't seen them together yet so it's hard to get a feel for their relationship. She seems to be a good worker. Hope she's not as moody or volatile as Shawna.

Hope Ruth and Tiny are able to keep up with all these new hires. Sure is good we are receiving income so fast. Our payroll has to be getting huge. I don't want to know. Wonder what a cash flow statement would look like now.

I wonder if handling the field techs and the rebuild shop is too much for Abe. Wonder if he would tell me if it were. Maybe Alice will tell me.

I am hungry. It must be time to get up.



I kissed Sue's neck and shoulder while moving my hand up to cup the under side of one of her breasts. After a few more kisses, I said softly, "Time to wake up my little wife, a new day is here."

"I know, I was awake probably doing the same thing you were doing, letting your mind go a hundred miles an hour. I'm hungry, what about you?"

She turned over in my arms facing me giving me a few kisses, "If you keep doing that, you know what I'll be hungry for."

"I'm always hungry for you, honey." She then added, "But right now, I'm starved."

We got up and did our usual. Sue went to sit, while I started the coffeepots and came into the bathroom, pausing to unload, before getting into the shower to wash my bride.

Sue started a couple of pounds of bacon and sent me to the Seven-Eleven for two more pounds, a couple of loaves of bread, a couple of gallons of orange juice, a couple gallons of milk, and at least four dozen eggs. The trip only took me five minutes, but two loads to carry into the house.

Glenda was helping Sue, saying that Martin had woken up hungry as well. She said since we had a couple of boxes of Bisquick that she would use one big box for biscuits and the other for pancakes. The only problem was that the stove wasn't big enough for more big pans. Sandy was over early, took one box of Bisquick, saying she would make the pancakes.

Tiny came into the house with his coffee cup. He sat at the counter and said, "I could smell the bacon from home. Man, am I hungry this morning."

Sue and Glenda looked at each other as Shawna came into the kitchen rubbing her tummy and licking her lips, causing Sue to say, "Sure hope we have enough, everyone's hungry."

I set up the third large coffeepot out on the patio and started it, thinking that this day was kicking off early. It was barely six and the activity level was already in high gear. The light wasn't even on.

At six-twenty I turned the patio light on but it wasn't necessary to attract people. Ruth was talking to Joan and Betty while Martin, Charlie, Jim, Al, and Tom were talking to Hank and Debbie.

Two more patio people. Wonder if Abe can get another table extension.

Glenda and Shawna began bringing out food and putting it on the big table, telling those who were hungry to save some for the others. Sandy and Mandy came back, carrying two giant platters of pancakes and a bottle of syrup with them as well.

Phil and Judy arrived with a big box of Danish rolls, saying they were starved this morning when they woke up.

Funny, all the girls were dressed ready for work this morning, even Joan and Betty. No see-through, sexy stuff for us to enjoy this morning.

By seven-fifteen there was one lonely pancake left. Even the big box of Danishes was empty. Glenda said we needed to consider a way to feed everyone in the morning in the future, so everyone began his or her day with a full belly.

Everyone hustled to get going so they could open the shop by eight.

Sue said she was staying home again today as there were too many new items that they were trying to get made as well as a couple of magazine ads they were working on. She said she had another girl starting that was going to do nothing but check orders and credit card transactions. Sue thought she could use another designer so they could have another perspective on design, but was going to wait for the right person, rather than jump at someone.

Tom and Al were re-hanging the now painted frame. Abe was standing next to a small sized mobile generator with the side panels up, showing the control panels. He said he chose this one, as it was the least popular, because it was smaller. This one had a control panel that looked like it had never been used. Al said he wanted to put a set of sheet metal on a frame and have Shawna and Hank paint it. He thought it would look good hanging from the ceiling as well. I told him to do it, as we would probably be getting several customers coming by in the next few weeks to check us out, to see if we were for real.

An engine would be nice up here. Wonder if we could find one that was a junker and clean it up for show. I'll ask Gene if he has one.

Debbie was entering orders, saying there was one that she didn't understand. She handed me an order from Gene. He wanted six frames constructed with the eighteen percent stainless. I figured out what the material list would be but made the order for thirty frames and ordered the steel to construct more racks for the stainless tubing materials.

Tiny and Phil wanted me to meet the two new road salesmen they felt would do a good job. Both men were in their thirties, single, and enjoyed traveling. They both wanted to drive instead of flying, as they said it didn't matter if they stayed over a weekend at a motel or hotel, if the company didn't mind paying for it. Juan was from Miami and Mark from Mississippi.

I asked Phil if he thought two guys could handle the entire territory. He replied, "Absolutely not, but these are the two I have right now, and I will let one start at the north end and the other start at the south. Juan is bilingual so he will be especially good for south Florida. Mark didn't necessarily want to work Mississippi. He said he would prefer to work from Georgia north to include the two Carolinas. Jim said they were not going to be moving very fast as there were so many customers that had not been seen for so long, and many, many prospective customers that he wanted to develop.

Phil said he thought cars would be good for both guys or four door pickups with a bed cover could be good too. They could be painted with the S&S logo giving them a little more creditability.

I told Tiny to get it done.

Judy said she thought the six girls that she had right then should be able to handle orders and customer service questions for a while. As they became more knowledgeable of the various types of equipment, the customers were going to be kept happy.

I told Al that when he had opportunity, for him to take a frame from the staged frames, and install sheet metal on it as if it were a real car. The only outside part we might want for looks was a set of those web things for the windows. When it was done, he was to put it on some dollies and give it to Shawna and she would have Hank paint it. Shawna would do the sponsor lettering when it dried.

Shawna was finished with Gene's forty-five cubic inch flat head engine and the three speed with reverse transmission, saying it is probably a lot better than new as she didn't think there were any flatheads with ported and polished heads, and that were totally balanced.

I needed to take Gene's two motors to him so we loaded the forty-five motor and tranny and headed out. On the way we went by Best Buy to find a digital camera. The salesman was pretty good. He sold us a Sony that took CDs to record the pictures. That seemed like a good idea.

It seemed that Gene is always happy to see me. We unloaded the two motors, the forty-five engine and tranny. We put the bike engine and tranny on a bench next to the basket of parts that he was assembling. Shawna looked at the rear axle from the Servicar and grimaced. She turned to Gene, "Are you going to have someone rebuild this. It is in really rough condition. I'd bet all the bearings are bad and the main shaft needs to be trued after being rusted."

"You can see that from just looking at it for a minute?" Gene asked.

"Easy, see all the rust marks on these gears, watch when you turn the wheel, this is a differential so the gears should mesh perfectly. See these little marks, the gears aren't meshing when you turn them by hand. Imagine the mess you would have with weight and fifty miles an hour. You'll probably wreck when the axle trashes itself."

"You know, Shawna, I'm not making any progress on this thing and I'd really like to show it off by riding it around at the races. This thing would be a real showstopper. Could you take all this junk and make it into a machine I would be proud of. Can you paint it up to look like one of my cars? Give it my old number seventeen. Maybe put my name on the tank. Could you do that?"

"I would love to build your trike for you. I will make you proud. Give us a hand and let's get all this stuff into the truck. I'll work on it as fast as I can and maybe Jim will help me, he loves Servicars. Do you care how much I spend on chrome and fancy parts?"

"Keep the total under twenty if you can, I don't think I could convince the IRS that something too expensive would be worth the advertising dollar."

Shawna grinned, "It won't be anywhere near that. It will be a show winner when I get done. Do you mind if we take pictures of the cars you have here so that I can have some ideas when I do the final painting?"

Gene waved his hand, "All you want kid, everyone takes pictures of the cars every race day anyway. I'll go get you some old promo literature of my old car."

We took a hundred or so pictures of all the cars at every angle. We even convinced one of his drivers to put on his suit and pose by his car. I thought I would blow that up and put it in the showroom with a bunch of the other pictures. Gene even agreed to pose with a wrench in his hand and grease on his face propped up against a car he was working on. We got another of the crew chief sticking his head out from under a car. The last was almost a joke as one of the mechanics was inside the car trying to do something by the seat. His body was inside the car and his legs were sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. It was funny looking.

Shawna and I took off for the shop with a new project for her. She was excited, as she loves building bikes. While we were going back to the shop I asked Shawna what she knew about electrostatic painting. She said that it was also called powder coating and that the equipment was relatively inexpensive but the quality depended on the prep. The item painted should have an electrostatic primer first then should be water sanded till perfectly smooth. Only then will the paint go on perfectly smooth. I asked what her opinion of the end result of the process was. She was all for it in some cases such as frames or large panels like the rebuild shop does, but she thought traditional paint was better for car sheet metal.

She said it would be easier to paint just the metal for items in the rebuild shop. There is less overspray.

I told her to investigate some decent equipment and for some training. She was happy I wanted her to learn more.

When we unloaded the pieces of Gene's Servicar, Sandy and Mandy were oohing and aahing over Shawna getting to do something like that. They said they would help as she went along if it needed to get done right away. Carl and Kurt were not into bikes but said it would be fun to see how it turned out.

When I left the motor building shop I was instantly in front of a car, or at least a frame with sheet metal added to it. "We might need a few pieces of other material here and there but not much more." Al said he only tacked and screwed on the pieces as on the NASCAR specifications and prints. He thought that if we wanted to remove the panels in the future, it would be easy.

I told Al to put the car on a good dolly and give it to Shawna for Hank to paint. Shawna would have to do the fancy stuff with her airbrush.

We needed more frame stands and finished product dollies. It wasn't feasible for us to build them ourselves so I headed to my office to order some.

Debbie had a stack of orders she was entering. When I asked what they were for, she replied, "Everything, two types of frames from the standard metal, the standard NASCAR frame of the eighteen percent stainless steel, loads of sheet metal and now a total of eleven more engines."

Eleven more engines on top of our existing orders were going to take up to three weeks at the minimum. We needed at least one more team of quality motor builders and at least two more good sheet metal people. This was going to require more equipment too. The sheet metal people can't take time to share equipment.

I asked Debbie to make a list of all the companies that had ordered sheet metal from us. I wanted her to go out to the sheet metal area and write down the numbered description of each piece of sheet metal and the number that we had assigned to it. She was to get Dan and Al to give Tiny the quantity or percent of a raw panel that it took to produce each finished panel along with the estimated time of each panel if created individually. Tiny could then assign prices to each piece of sheet metal.

We needed to get them to our customers to give us an exact list of what panels they were using to repair damaged vehicles and what panels were left over that they were scrapping. We needed to be able to fill in panels that were being used instead of them buying a full set.

We might not sell as many full sets but we could mark up the individual panels more than a full set just like any manufacturer.

I told her that this was a priority and I wanted to get a price list to our customers by tomorrow.

Upstairs, Tiny agreed that it was a great idea to divide the cost of each piece so we could sell just what the customer was using. I suggested that in the beginning, we would give them credit for any returned panels in unused condition. This way they could maintain full sets, but only buy what they were using.

Once we had a pattern of what was being bent and trashed the fastest, we could manufacture extras of that part and have it ready to ship immediately. Any extra we would charge would be more than acceptable if they didn't have to buy a full set all the time.

Back in my office I made a collage of the pictures we took at Gene's. I put several pictures on a new CD to take to a photo shop to get printed in 8X10's for the show room. I made Shawna a bunch of prints so she could paint our car and use the pictures as a guide for the Servicar.

I checked the material orders with the finished equipment orders to find Debbie was right where we needed to be on inventory. I called the Parts House to ask them how much lead-time they needed for the crate engines I was buying. I told them that I needed twenty right away but was not willing to pay too much toward fast freight. They said that for twenty motors they could probably get a dedicated truck if I really needed them that fast. I told them to split the order up into three shipments of seven each. That way we shouldn't get too backlogged. I asked about a larger discount and the order guy said it was automatic. With as much as we had been buying, we should be darn near the max.

I got a call from the car builder that had blown me off because I wouldn't reduce my price or build the frames at his shop. He apologized and said he would be willing to pay seventy percent of what he had originally paid but that would be all. Again I thanked him for the opportunity to bid on his work and said that at this time our price was not negotiable. He started to get huffy over the phone and I asked him why he would be mad at me if he could buy the product elsewhere. He wouldn't answer; all I heard was a 'click.'

Everything seemed to be moving along smoothly today. I called Sue and asked if she had time for the gym and perhaps some sun. She was all for it, with lunch between the gym and the sun.

I told Debbie to call me on the cell phone if it was an emergency; otherwise I would be back about three.

My lovely wife was dressed in her workout duds, dangling her Mustang keys, when I walked in the door. I changed quickly and we went to the gym for a solid hour and a half of work.

We ate at home before putting on swimsuits and walked up to the pool for some baking. We basted each other with lotion and stretched out while discussing our day so far.

Sue said she had talked to Phil, Judy, Abe, and Tiny on a conference call about brochures for individual products and services as well as a big brochure that included everything. They also wanted to create catalogs both printed and on the Internet for products that we could update ourselves as far as pricing or modifying terms. She said that she was having her site builder and the commercial artist she used get in touch with Phil. Sue said she told both of those people that Phil wanted immediate action, as that was the way he was.

I told Sue about my thoughts concerning my sister and brother. She said to bring them on as we always had room for a few more. She said, "Besides, if they get in our way, we'll just get them a room at a hotel and passes to Busch Gardens and Disney."

We only did fifteen minutes a side before swimming hard for about ten minutes. That was enough after our previous workout, but it was cooling and relaxing.

At home we showered quickly and she went back to her group and I went back to the shop. It was only two-thirty.

A quick trip around the place was all it took. Everyone was busy with their projects. I asked my four motor builders if they could think of anyone they would like to work with. Kurt, who seemed to have assumed a leadership position among the four asked, how many? I told them that teams seemed to be the most productive and so far had turned out the best work. So I would say our shop could handle two more teams, max.

The four huddled together acting as if they had already discussed this eventuality. Kurt said he had two teams in mind but would talk to them first and have them come in if they were interested. He asked if our health insurance covered pre-existing conditions and I said that Ruth had assured me it did. The policies should be here today.

Shawna heard me and said, "That's going to fill this place up. Two more motors or whatever it is at a time is going to take some equipment and a ton of supplies."

"Buy what you need Shawna, so far orders are outpacing our production. My only concern is that every product we turn out is better than the last. Any innovations your folks can come up with that stays within the specs for the motor is going to make you and your shop famous. Can you imagine Gene riding around on his trike with your name on it as well as the signs on the trike and on his cars, motor by S&S Enterprises."

"That is exciting Steve, I've got to get this bike done quick. I wonder if Gene will let me put our sponsor tag on his cars. I think it should say in a very small heart, 'Mill by S&S Enterprises.' Sometimes the small logos mean the most."

"Call him up and ask him, I'll bet he'll tell you to get your little butt over there and paint it right now. We need to take another motor over there to him so he can leave for this weekend's races. I need some blueprints anyway so let's load up the engine Kurt and Carl are finishing, get your paint equipment and we will make a run."

At Gene's, he said his Busch car and one of his Winston cars were running our engines. He told Shawna to only paint those two. The third car had an engine built by the old company. They were guaranteeing no problems with the motor. Gene said the dyno machine already told them it was over two hundred horsepower below ours, but he was going to run it. The other company had even offered to repay him for our cost of rebuilding, saying there was no way that we found all those problems. Gene said it was the first time a vendor was paying him to fail.

Shawna painted our logo and shot it with some clear on both cars in about fifteen minutes. We packed up and left, thanking Gene for all his business. He had given me another two sets of the truck blueprints. I wanted to start working on those frames and sheet metal as soon as we were caught up on back orders.

Tom and Al said they had been busy going back over every item their people had produced to make sure that it was perfect. They had several shipments to get out and they were a little apprehensive about it. They were confident the work they were shipping was as perfect as they could make it.

I was happy they took the extra time to triple check. Our customers were going to be surprised at our quality. That was the idea. I congratulated them on such fine work ethic.

Abe said his group was producing equipment faster than our existing orders were coming in. I told him that as soon as his men were in the field and our road salesmen were out selling, any overstock he thought we might have would be gone. He said it was really nice to have so many happy workers making good equipment.

Phil was working with the new customer service road technicians, teaching them how to fill out orders and what items were going to be hot. The techs were excited to know they were going to earn commission on what they sold and that they could sell anything we carried, anything. Phil said that Abe had their trucks being delivered tomorrow so we could fit them with the tools they needed. The Snap-On guy wanted to know if we wanted to buy stock in his company.

The road techs should be available starting Thursday, unless they wanted to wait till Monday to begin traveling to warranty customers.

Tiny was outfitting all of the road people with laptops so they could send and receive emails plus send in activity reports. This way we can track new orders coming as a result of their visits. Tiny also had made sure the guys had access to faxes everywhere they would stay so they could fax orders and warranty claims. A girl was being trained to handle nothing but warranty paperwork so it could be processed quickly and billed to the appropriate company.

Ruth had a stack of policies on her desk with the insurance lady hovering over her, explaining the policy.

I wish we had the auditorium I was thinking of so all of the employees could hear this at once. I asked the insurance lady if she could give the same talk to Tiny, Phil, Judy, Abe, Shawna, and Debbie so they could relay the information to their people. She paused, probably thinking how much money she was making from us, then said she would love to. Ruth said she would set it up when they were done.

Sue said she would like to hear this too when I called her, so she was on her way.

I checked that the air was on in the big office, as it had the big table from the old conference room to use until the room was busted up. I told Ruth to use that room and that Sue was on her way.

Downstairs, Debbie looked frazzled. She said she had ordered equipment twice already today and was getting close to a third order. When I looked over the orders, they were all from teams that we had not dealt with before. There were Busch teams and some non-NASCAR teams that were running late model stock cars on their local tracks. There was even an order for a sprint open wheeled frame. There was not a price on the purchase order, just the wording, "Please make it fair."

I called the company that ordered the frame to tell him we did not have any prints or specs for what he wanted. If he could supply the appropriate guidelines, we would be happy to fill his order. I told him we were a little back logged on orders and were running probably three-week delivery at the earliest.

The guy laughed, "That's fast service. If you can't build your own frame, the usual wait time is three months. Just make it as good as those NASCAR guys say you do and I'll be happy when it gets here. Do you know how much it will be?"

"Not a clue till I see a print and figure out what materials are needed and how long it will take to manufacture it. I should have an estimate as soon as I receive the prints and specs."

"I'll get them out FedEx today. You should have them in the morning. Let me know, and thanks for building one for me."

I wonder how many guys I could have working. The way the orders keep coming in it could be double what we have now and still may not be enough. I think I'm going to let things stay the way they are and build some myself to keep my touch.

Tom came in to say that there was a truck delivering so much material he didn't know where to put it all.

The materials for the additional rack were on this load so we separated that part of the shipment and set it where the rack would go. We then separated the stainless tubing into individual sets and finished up doing the same for the standard steel.

We had the truck unloaded but we had materials everywhere. I had them all help make the rack and get it set so we could store the stainless equipment then we stored all but the last six sets of standard steel.

I gave the guys direction so we could get straightened up. "Finish up the jobs you are doing then everyone work together on the six sets of material. With all of you working together, you should finish really fast and have some of the nicest work you've ever done. Tomorrow I'll show you the differences when working with eighteen percent stainless."

With Tom taken care of, I checked on Al, Dan, and Drew. They were ready to cut as fast as they could. Working together, they said they could cut three to four cars an hour, but the forming took about two hours apiece. So they figured their maximum production at six to eight a day combined. Dan said he knew of a few machines that could form more than one panel at a time but he didn't know how accurate it was. I said I thought the answer was at least two more guys that could do sheet metal and could possibly switch back and forth to welding as well.

Dan offered that he knew a couple of guys that had been in prison with him that were probably decent men but made a bad decision. He said if I wanted him to, he would contact his parole officer and tell them I might be interested in them. Dan thanked me again for hiring him saying if others like him came to work, he would make sure they didn't cause me anything but happiness.

I went back to the motor shop to make sure my four aces understood my concern of taking on more people. When I told them that sure, I wanted more good techs, but I wanted them to know that they needed to be sure to check the work of new folks to make sure it was as good as theirs. I pointed to the door and said it was for all of us to ask, "Is it perfect."

Sandy and Mandy asked if Carl and Kurt could come by the house after work and bring the people that they had in mind by too. They wanted me to meet them but said they thought it would be good if my first meeting would be away from the shop.

Of course it was okay but we were getting to the max of our tables ability to hold everyone. Sandy laughed saying, "You just keep bringing more and more people into your giant family. You're some kind of Pied Piper is all."

I heard Kurt say to Carl, "He can play my flute if he wants to."

Mandy said, "Watch it you little fairy, I want to keep this guy on my side. Don't be offering him something he may like."

The four friends were laughing as they were cleaning up. It was getting close to be time to go home.

Al, Drew, and Dan, were cleaning up, but Tom and his crew asked if they could work late as they would like to see how much they could get done this evening and work on the stainless tomorrow. Dan came over and said since I had bought more equipment, he and Drew could stay too, as both of them could use the overtime.

I told them, "I'll make sure you all get supper. Thanks for the extra effort. I promise to get some more help, but we're just about out of work space to put more people."

Tom said that I had an option, as there was plenty of unused space between the rear of the building and the back gate. Why not build on to the end of the building to increase the workspace. He said he knew Shawna's group was going to be getting crowded with four more techs and that Abe was close to being crowded because the equipment he was working on was large. He said welding could use some of the sheet metal space for staging deliveries and that would free up possibly a place for two more welders.

Shawna came to me to ask if Hank could work some overtime as Abe still had another two sets of panels, plus all three frame racks were full. She said that Abe's group was really putting out the work, so the paint booths were really busy. She said she wanted to stay to work on the showroom car as Hank had already painted it the solid background color.

Abe was sitting in his office with a stack of equipment orders and another stack of parts orders for the equipment in progress. He said, "I guess I don't have to worry about rebuilding too many generators. Phil has given me enough orders to darn near use up all of the trade-in equipment we have out there. I'm going to need some more broken and abandoned junk to make new. My new road guys should find some used equipment while they are traveling. I told them that it was important in order to keep this shop running."

"Abe, do you think you could use more room. Say another fifty feet added on to the rear of your shop?"

Abe smiled real big and replied, "make it a sixty foot extension and I can get another six guys in here. People are going to be easy now. Good men are hearing about us and want to work here. I have at least ten apps of guys who used to work for Onan, but were laid off over the years as the repair department expanded and contracted."

"Any of them good welders or sheet metal men?" I asked.

"I'll look at their apps and let you know. Are you really thinking of building out back?"

"You bet. There will still be enough room to store used and rebuilt equipment in the open shed along the fence and for a tractor trailer to turn around. The sides are deep enough to handle two rows of equipment or vehicles even with the office additions we will have. The extra space could enhance all of our operation. If this keeps up I'm going to have to find out who owns that empty building and property next to us."

Abe said, "Who would have thought a kid going on vacation could cause all of this to happen. Let me make sure the place is cleaned up. I sure like to come into a sparkling shop."

As I was heading up front, Hank stopped me, "Steve, Sue told Debbie your old pickup is for sale, is that right?"

"I guess it is, I don't need it with the new truck I have. It has served me well for the short time I've had it."

"Debbie and I only have the one car plus I have a bike up in Georgia that I want to go get. The truck would resolve our vehicle problem and I could use it to get my bike down here."

"Tell you what, I'll sell you the truck for what I paid for it and that's a pretty good deal. You can pay me all at once or you can make payments. Work it out with Sue, as it needs to be something separate from here okay?"

"Thanks, Steve, I have the money for it now that we have a cheap place to live and we're both working. We can use some of the money we had kept aside till we were both working and had found a place to live. We can probably just pay for it. And thanks for the overtime; I'll use the time to make you money."

I walked outside to see if the contractor was still there. I had seen him earlier with men setting forms for the foundations and slabs. He was watching three cement mixers dump concrete in the giant slab where the first new office annex was going to go.

When he saw me coming he stuck out his hand saying he was glad to see me but couldn't believe I was adding on so soon. I told him that the additions would be filled up quickly with all the new people we had been bringing on. When I told him what I wanted to do in the rear of the building, he began laughing almost hysterically.

"I didn't think that would be so funny," I said thinking that he might be making fun of me.

"It's only funny if you think about me having second thoughts about building your patio. What person in their right mind builds a patio like that in a trailer park? But then what person would put that giant manufactured home in an old trailer park, either. I gave you a real deal on all the stuff at the park because I thought you would probably go broke doing it all but as it turns out, you've given me continuous business since. You know after you build out on both sides and in the back, you don't have any more room. You'll have to buy the place next door."

With a sheepish look, "I just thought of that a few minutes ago, do you know who owns it?"

"No, but it shouldn't be too hard to find out. The building has a red tag on it meaning that it is condemned the way it sits right now so it might be cheap. You should find out, so I can retire by continuing to build for you."

"Anyway, figure out how I can extend the building another sixty feet or so. I want to make sure I can still maneuver a tractor and trailer back there to load and unload, but that's my only requirement. I think we need to extend the garage the entire side where it's at and then make the same thing on the other side. We are turning equipment pretty fast. If the one side is empty, I'll make it a place for employee parking."

"I'll work it out with the architect tomorrow. It shouldn't be difficult to extend the building and make it look like it is part of the original. You need to talk to someone about some giant air conditioners though. You are cooling a lot of space now and are planning to cool even more. You should get someone like Honeywell to give you a bid."

"Thanks, I'll do that. Time for me to go home. See you tomorrow."

As I went back into the building, I looked on the other side of the main building to see a slab had already been poured over there. Everything was moving along.

At home the nightly party was winding up. I told Betty and Joan that Tom and Al were going to work late. They said they would take their hard working husbands some food. I asked them to feed about seven others as the whole crew was working late.

Sue heard the conversation as she was welcoming me home. She said that I would have to look in the office as she had moved everything around.

When you entered the office area you are instantly amazed that there were six desks sitting together fairly tight leaving a large space in front of them. There was a professional drawing or drafting table, a large table with a sewing machine, and a stand with a mannequin and a dress form on it.

"I think this will handle it for a long time. Besides Joan and Betty, I have another clerk and have hired another designer. Between Joan and the new girl we are able to produce at least one new design a day. It takes a little to draw out the patterns for the manufacturer but we will have a program for that shortly. Isn't this great? This place is humpin'."

"From a one woman home business to this in just a couple of weeks. Wonder what made the thing go wild?" I asked.

Sue took me over to a giant mirror on the wall, "Ask the guy you see right there who made a vacation into a place that is closing in on fifty employees and made it grow like a bad weed. Go ahead ask him. You'll probably have the answer of how my little company has grown bigger. You and I are some kind of good luck charm. I like it."

Outside, Mandy and Sandy with Kurt and Carl were sitting in a group with two couples. They introduced me to them as the Jennings and the Parsons, Donna and Don Jennings and Robert and Roberta Parsons. The names were almost too much but I listened without laughing. Kurt and Carl said that both couples were now building some motors for the open wheel crowd but they couldn't support themselves, so were doing some work for various dealerships and shops when they had the opportunity.

Mandy and Sandy said that the couples worked together in twos or fours depending on what the job needed. Kurt assured me that all four of them were excellent technicians and I would be very happy with their work.

Don spoke up, "We are a little different as we four work together exclusively. We also live together. None of us wants you to think that we kept something from you so this is our nasty little secret. Donna is my sister. Robert and Roberta are siblings. We have lived in a poly relationship for eight years and anticipate living that way for the rest of our lives. We don't advertise that we live in incest or do we encourage others to do so. It is our choice, but if we work for you, you have to accept us as we are, just a little out of step with society."

I smiled at them, "Well let's see, I started with a little crazy redhead then worked my way up to a couple of lezbo's that swing both ways. Then I hired a couple of guys that want to hit on me instead of the babes. Why not hire a group of four that do it all together. You're a great match for the group."

Being serious, I said, "I do have a requirement that is an absolute. Everyone who comes to work with us must have the attitude, and encourage the attitude, that we do perfect work. Everyone helps each other to make sure whatever is turned out is absolutely perfect. We are building racing engines right now that I want to be the best in the business. If you're willing to do that, I want you as part of our group. Can you do that?"

Robert answered for all of them while giving his sister Roberta a hug, "We can guarantee that you'll be proud to deliver our work. Both of our fathers were two of the best motor builders anywhere. We learned from them and we all four went to an advanced school to learn how to build racing engines. I know Kurt and Carl are two of the best and I also know Sandy and Mandy are right there with Kurt and Carl, but I think that we are four of the best around. It will be fun to compete with each other."

Sue told them, "You're hired, even if he doesn't hire you, I will. I love the way you're excited about working with us."

As the evening wore on, the six new folks were introduced with Charlie and Jim being a little squeamish around Kurt and Carl. The two new couples didn't drink but did have a Diet Coke with us. Kurt and Carl didn't drink beer but liked their liquor.

The couples left, saying that they would be at the shop at eight with their tools. When they inquired if I had work ready for them right away, Kurt and Carl, along with Sandy and Mandy were laughing, saying once you get there, you won't have time to breathe. Mandy said there were two GM crates ready to build to detailed specifications just for them.

Sandy and Mandy thanked Sue for their new shed, saying it would save them the price of the storage building down the road, plus give them more time to ride.

Tiny told me the contractor had called him about the extension I wanted on the back of the building. He thought that was a great idea.

"Tiny, how about finding out who owns the place next to us. It looks to be another ten acres like ours but with a run down building. We might want to buy it and tear down the old building in anticipation of needing more space."

"Good thinking, boss, we're going to need to invest some of our income in infrastructure or pay a ton of taxes. You can't do as much business as we are and not make money. All the new manpower we have is going to cost a lot but every time we hire someone new, our orders tick up another notch. You just keep hiring and building and I'll just keep counting and making deposits. When my old company audits us, they are going to have a fit that I let you grow so fast. With most companies I would say it was bad, with you - no problem: just find more people to handle the work."

Jim and Charlie wanted to ride down to pickup Shawna and hit a few bars. Sue wanted to go with them, so we dressed to ride, and took off for the shop.

Hank was cleaning up his booths while Shawna was adding some final touches to the display race car. Betty and Joan were watching Shawna do her art.

All the guys inside were beginning to clean up. They were able to finish the work they had been doing before the big shipment came in and had the materials we had separated already cut, bent, tacked, and welded. They only had to clean up the welds and drill the holes before the frames could be painted. I told them it was time to clean up and go home so they would be fresh for tomorrow. They agreed and immediately began straightening up the area.

Shawna said she would leave the truck here and catch a ride in with me tomorrow morning. After locking up, we all went to Big Jim's for a beer then on to the Vanishing Point. When the choice of going somewhere else came up, we elected to head home, as it had been a long day already.

Sue and I showered off the day's sweat and grime, enjoying the mess free playtime in the shower, knowing our counterparts were probably doing the same.

Now that we were relaxed, Sue and I sat out in the warm patio and had a drink together.

Sue gave me some gossip, "Shawna told me something about her cousin and her boyfriend. The boyfriend is her cousin from her dad's side. That was the reason for them to move down here. Apparently their folks found out about them and were trying to keep them apart so they just packed up and moved. They don't know whether they can legally get married or not but they're not worried about it right now. They're just enjoying being with each other. That's kind of sweet isn't it?"

"There's a lot of that going on around here isn't there, the two couples that are going to work in the motor shop and now Debbie and Hank? The company is becoming a refuge for strange people."

Sue then hit me with a surprise, "I called Ben this afternoon after Shawna told me about Debbie and Hank. I told him I was calling to find out from him what the law was here in Florida about cousins marrying. He assured me that it was legal for cousins to marry although it was not legal for siblings. When I asked him if that was why Mom and he never got married, he almost choked to death before finally saying, 'You figured it out, huh?'"

I asked, "He actually admitted it to you?"

Sue told me, "Yep, but he made me promise not to confront Mom about it before he had a chance to talk to her. Those two have a lot to discuss and a lot more to talk to me about. When I asked him if he was my dad, he said to talk to my mom. It's hard to believe isn't it?"

"We don't know how it started or why Sue. There may be some very good reasons. The two of them have been together for a long time, so something must be good."

"Must be. Now take me to bed and let's snuggle."

A few minutes later we were cuddled under the covers, kissing each other asleep.



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Chapter 52



Day Fifty-two - Wednesday

My eyes were being kissed. It's a good thing my eyes were closed or the kisser would have been kissing my eyeballs, how gross.

Now the kisser is kissing and licking my lips. That tickles.

I opened my eyes to see a smiling Sue.

"I love you so very much. You make me so complete. I love you."

With a kiss to thank her for that wonderful proclamation, I said, "I love you back, you wonderful apparition. You must be from my imagination; you're too beautiful to be real."

That just got me more kisses.

My lower extremity was getting pretty interested in all this loving and poked outward to get some attention.

Sue said, "Quick, into the shower, I need you in me right now."

We spent a wonderful twenty minutes in the shower, expressing our love and giving pleasure to each other. As the hot water grew cool, we hurriedly finished washing and got out to get ready for the day.

I put a couple of pots of coffee on and called Phil to ask him to stop by Macdonald's to get about forty egg McMuffin's and Biscuit sandwiches. He said he was on his way.

Glenda was first this morning, telling Sue that she would be late to do the cleaning today, as she had a doctor's appointment this morning. She told us not to worry, it was just her regular appointment.

So that's how Sue was keeping the place so nice. I'm sure Glenda felt like she was helping Sue out while making a few bucks. It was nice to know all of our crew was involved with each other in some way.

Hanna wanted to talk to Sue this morning, so they went back to the office, while the rest of us sat on the porch eating the stuff Phil had brought and talking about the day to come.

Tom and Al reminded me that I had promised to teach everyone how to work with the stainless steel. I told them we would get right on it this morning, as soon as they had the frames they were working on cleaned up and ready to paint.

Sue came out with Hanna to announce that Hanna was going to work with her from today on. Sue told me later that Hanna's boss was hitting on her everyday, and she just couldn't handle it any longer and had quit. Sue said there was more than enough work for everyone. She was surprised Hanna didn't talk to Phil or Tiny, but was happy to have her work for her growing company.

At work, Shawna had Tom and Al take the newly painted car and hang it in the showroom, next to the bare painted frame. The car really looked good with the big S&S logo on the front and back. She had painted the number thirteen on the top and sides. All of the usual decals were not decals, but her airbrush painting. Over the drivers window was 'Steve "Speedy" Sharp.' She even had a Marine insignia on both sides. It was very classy, and should excite anyone visiting.

Debbie thanked me for selling my old pickup to Hank. She said he felt that he got the best end of the deal, as he thought the truck was worth a lot more than he had paid us. They were planning a quick trip up to Georgia to pick up his bike this weekend.

Four guys showed up, saying they were acquaintances of Dan, and said they wanted to apply for welding jobs if I would have them. I took them upstairs and listened to each of them tell me what had gotten them into prison. Three had been jailed for selling dope. One guy said he had tried to rob a convenience store, but was caught by a sheriff's deputy while faking he had a gun. All of them said they had learned their lesson and would give anyone who hired them an honest day's work.

I told them that our insurance carrier had said we were going to have to give all employees regular drug tests in order to keep our rates down. I gave them my talk on workmanship and why it was so important to me. I had them fill out applications.

While they were busy with that, I told Ruth we should make sure we followed the insurance company's drug free workplace plan. She said she would get right on it and advise everyone what would be coming up.

I took the four men down to the welding area and found some scrap. I showed them a finished product and a finished test piece that was perfect. After showing them all the tools available to make their samples the same way, I jotted down the time then joined the other welders to begin our lessons on stainless steel.

The bending was the most difficult because it took more heat to bend these tubes that it did regular steel. The stainless also had some spring in it, so when you heated and bent it, you had to over-bend it then let it spring back into the correct angle. If the bend was too much then you would heat it up a little and beat it with a rubber or wooden mallet.

We cut a few pieces so I could show them how to bend it.

Tim showed me a stack of numbered wooden forms which Bob and Tim had built to match the bent pieces of tubing. When the bends and angles were correct, the piece would fit into the form perfectly, touching along the straight lengths. Every bent piece of tubing could be tested within the form. It wouldn't save much time but would be a great way to insure quality.

The first man to finish his test piece came up and handed me his test sample. It looked very nice and appeared to have been put together professionally. He had completed the task rapidly, as well.

Before I could go back to teaching, the other three guys came up with their samples. I handed them around to my welders to let them look at them. All four of the welders had done a good job.

Tom groaned, as this meant he had four more guys to train and watch, along with trying to learn how to work with a new metal.

With the four new guys watching, I took two pieces of scrap and showed them that cleaning the stainless pieces before welding was easier with this metal as it filed smoother faster. Using the wire feed with some different type wire, I tacked two sides to show them that the arc handled the metal fine but you had to use a lighter touch to keep the bead low.

Next, I drew the bead completely around the connection, with it barely raising where the contact was. Now was the more difficult part, as we would go through grinders like water with the stainless steel. It was a tougher metal, harder to grind, but easier to file. I finished off with coarse, followed with fine sandpaper to show how I wanted them to look.

My men were impressed that I really was a good welder.

I had noticed on the apps that all four new guys had some sheet metal experience and training. When Al found out about it he assured me that he would keep them busy on both sides. The four guys were thanking Dan for getting them an interview, and now a job.

I wanted Tim and Bob to work on the stainless frames while every one else worked on regular steel today. Tomorrow they could all try out working with the stainless.

In the motor shop, the four new people had unloaded some impressive toolboxes and were already set up to work, with a crate engine already on a stand in front of them. I welcomed them into our company family, and said I would have Ruth come down so they could fill out applications that would also be the apps for their health insurance. I told everyone that we were going to have to start drug tests coming up soon. If anyone thought they might have a problem with a test, they should let me know so there would be no embarrassment.

I made sure that Kurt and Carl, as well as Sandy and Mandy, would check over the new folks' work as they went along, to make sure that it was perfect. Robert said he didn't mind at all as he was proud of the work he and Roberta did.

I said, "Let's make it a contest. When you all finish your next motor, let's test and record all of the measurements, including the vibration and dyno readings. That's one way to compare. The winner gets this." I held up a hundred-dollar bill.

Everyone one of them said that I might as well give it to them now, as they were the winners. I love the confidence. I also thought it might be a neat part of a finished motor to have a record of the tests to send along with the product. When I suggested that to the group, they thought it was a great idea.

Shawna was busily putting the axle back together for Gene's Servicar. She had the frame put aside, saying it needed to be cleaned up before she could paint it. It was going to take some heavy duty filing and grinding to make it clean.

While there, I asked her about the powder coating electrostatic equipment. She said it should be delivered today or tomorrow. She would set it up and test it as soon as it arrived. She thought that if we were good with it, we could get a lot of business from the biker community, as it was popular to paint frames and cases that way.

Debbie said this morning was not as heavy with orders. She said she still didn't have a material order yet with the orders she had received. Perhaps we would get a breather and get caught up a little.

We were discussing orders when a group of men in suits came in the front door of the showroom. They were looking at the racecar and frame hanging from the ceiling, as well as the bike frame and my old shovel. Then they went over to the generator and were looking it over very thoroughly.

I went out to greet them and asked how I could help them. A man who appeared to be the spokesman for the group said in a very authoritative voice, "We are from the Onan manufacturing home office. We have come to see Steve Sharp."

Curious, I asked, "Did Mr. Sharp know you were coming, did you have an appointment."

The man looked at me very disdainfully and said, "Just go get him, sonny, he'll see us, don't you worry about that."

"Please, come upstairs to the offices, and let me get you coffee while I see about Mr. Sharp."

I led them up to the big office and had them sit in the comfortable chairs in front of the big desk. Knowing they would be curious, I opened the curtains and raised the blinds so they could look out onto the welding and sheet metal areas.

I asked Ruth to help me get four coffees for the men, and asked them if they had cards. The only one to have a card was the mouthy one, a Mr. Robert Bigalow. Aha, Mr. Big I laughingly thought. He didn't have a title on his card.

I went to see Phil to ask him if he knew the guy. Phil said he was the national sales manager. The one who canned him a short while ago. I asked him why he would be here, and he said it was probably to see if he could steal some prospects or your customer list.

I got Tiny to come with me and introduced him as our CFO. Mr. Big was a little rude, even to giant Tiny. "I've already told this boy that I'm here to see Steve Sharp. How many times do I have to ask the same question?"

Tiny smiled and said, "My goodness you are a rude person. Do you get much accomplished acting like that?"

"I don't have to take this kind of abuse from you now go get this Steve Sharp guy right now. We have important business to discuss."

"May I ask who these other gentlemen are?" I asked, seeing if I could distract him a little.

Mr. Big huffed and puffed a little then said, "These men are from the accounting department of the company and are here to audit the business you have been submitting."

"I see, Tiny would you get a copy of the contract we have with Onan and bring it in," I asked, ready to call this guy's bluff.

As Tiny left to get what I asked for, Mr. Bigalow asked, "What do you need that for, why would you want that?"

I didn't say anything but waited for Tiny to come in. "This is a copy right?" I asked, with the emphasis on the copy part.

"Mr. Bigalow, I have to step out for a second. Would you show Tiny where it says you have the right to audit our orders that we have submitted to you?"

I went to find Phil and asked him to call Onan legal and ask him if they knew they had this Bigalow guy here along with three people who said they were auditors. Phil said he was still a good friend with most everyone in the home office, except this guy. I told him to call me in the big office when he had the legal counsel on the line.

Back in the big office, Mr. Bigalow was steaming. "I have repeatedly asked to see Steve Sharp and all you people are doing is pissing me off. I don't need to show you anything within that contract for what I want to do."

The phone rang and I answered to hear Phil say, "The legal counsel is conferenced in on the line, and said they didn't know Robert Bigalow was coming down to see you. He also said that he didn't think the guys with him were auditors."

"I see, perhaps Mr. Bigalow can explain a little more," I said thinking he would get more confrontational.

"God damn it," Mr. Big yelled, "I'm not explaining a fucking thing to anyone. Now get me Steve Sharp right now, or I'm going to pull your dealership so fucking fast, you won't know what hit you."

I had been holding the handset so it would pick up the tirade from the asshole.

When I put the phone to my ear I heard the legal counsel say, "Can you put Mr. Bigalow on the phone?"

I handed the phone to the sputtering Mr. Big. "Who in the hell are you to interrupt my meeting and where is this Steve Sharp?"

Robert Bigalow's eye got real big. His mouth was wide open in a big "O." He looked directly at me and said, "You're Steve Sharp?"

Mr. Big then spoke three names into the phone. He said, "Yes sir," continuously before handing the phone back to me.

The voice on the other end was a different one, "Mr. Sharp, I'm sorry for what has occurred today. I'm sure it will never happen again. My name is David Owens, the President of Onan, U.S.A. I can assure you that we want your business and appreciate that you are promoting our company and product. I will contact you again later today. Please escort the gentlemen out of your building as they have a plane to catch."

When I hung up I said, "You know the way out gentlemen, seems you need to get home real fast."

The four men left quickly, getting into the rental car and driving away.

When I turned from the door, I saw Phil standing on the balcony giving the departing men the bird. Once they were gone, he turned to Tiny and they high fived each other.

Back upstairs Tiny said, "You are really sneaky. How come you didn't tell them who you were when they came in?"

"The guy was obnoxious from the second he came in, demanding to see Steve Sharp, whoever that is," I said smiling about the deception.

"Now that asshole can find out how it feels to lose his job. The difference is that I was thirty percent over budget when he canned me," Phil said, still upset the guy had invaded his territory.

I told him that David Owens was going to call me later today. I didn't have any idea what he would talk to me about, just that he had said he would call me.

Phil felt he would probably apologize again, and offer some kind of deal that would be a bonus to us.

"What would be a bonus for us, Phil?" I asked thinking he had something in mind.

"Ask him for the mid-Atlantic area, in addition to the southeast region. That area includes a lot of ports all the way through Maryland, which includes Washington, DC, where the Pentagon is. It's like taking candy from babies. Onan has never taken advantage of that market. Instead of letting others get the bid and order through us, we can bid on the items as well. We wouldn't be hurting our customers as they are going to get their share anyway. The feds spread the wealth around by ordering from different firms every order. Major orders are always from factory direct dealers, though. That's where we would clean up."

That means more road customer service guys and more road techs. Poor Abe, he'll need an assistant to keep up with everything.

Ding! The bell went off in my head.

I turned to Ruth and Judy who were standing together. "Find Abe an assistant that will keep track of everything for him, order supplies, parts, and equipment so all he has to do is help out on the floor the way he likes."

They nodded, saying his office was huge and would accommodate an assistant just fine. Ruth said she was going to call Alice to find out what kind of assistant they should get.

Out on the floor, Tom was working with the new guys going through the steps of measuring, cutting, measuring, bending, measuring, cleaning, measuring, tacking, measuring, welding, measuring, cleaning, then measuring one last time.

One of the new men and Bob were missing. I found the new man at a forming machine with a blueprint in front of him. Al said, "I needed some quick help to get this order out real quick. I'll go over and help Tom catch up in a few minutes."

When I walked into the motor shop, I found Bob. He was grinding away on the trike frame. Since it was all from the same pocket, I didn't mind that Shawna borrowed him. I wondered how she got what she wanted across to him.

Kurt and Carl were testing an engine, focused totally on the gauges and monitors in front of them, recording the output. They were both nodding their heads, agreeing on something. After they revved the engine on the dyno and getting the numbers, they shut it down and did the oil test for shavings.

Sandy and Mandy fired theirs up at that moment, disturbing the quiet that had come over the shop for a couple of seconds. Carl waved me over then showed me their readouts. Most of it was Greek to me until Carl's finger pointed to a number that read eleven hundred fifty nine. Kurt was standing on the other side of me saying, "Now that's a lot of horses."

The girls continued to test their motor, finally shutting it down. They went over their numbers again then walked over to show Kurt and Carl. Sandy said, "Read 'em and weep, sucker," while handing her clipboard to Kurt and reaching for his.

I looked at the girl's numbers and was astounded that the numbers seemed to almost match. The horsepower listed was eleven fifty nine, exactly the same.

Both teams looked at each other and burst out laughing. Sandy said, "We'll have to see whose engine wins a race."

Robert hollered, "Wait till our numbers come, we can use the hundred."

Kurt said in a low voice, "If he gets more horses than us, he deserves the c note."

I love competition with productivity. As I turned to look at Shawna, she was signing something to Bob. He was nodding and pointing out some bad spots on the welds. She apparently told him to go fix them, as he carried the frame off to the welding area.

"Shawna, am I the only one in the company that doesn't sign?" I asked, as I came up to her.

"I had a neighborhood friend that was deaf, so I grew up signing. I'm glad I learned and remembered. Bob loves the idea that so many can talk to him."

"Guess I better learn," I said, heading back up front.

Debbie was heading upstairs with some orders and told me everything was under control. I told her I was going home for lunch and should be back around three.

I called home and asked Sue if she was up for lunch, the gym, and maybe even a little sun. She said she was ready anytime I got there and would fix us lunch.

We ate lunch on the patio with Sue's crew. Hanna had the most contented smile that I had seen her with for a long time. Sue gave some instructions then changed for the gym.

When we came back, Sue checked with her folks, and I called Debbie. She said there were no calls or questions for me yet, so I said I would see her in a little while.

Sue and I lay in the sun, well oiled. I told her about Mr. Big and she told me how well her crew was working together. She said it seemed they were spending more and more time creating new fashions rather than marketing. She said the sales were increasing with every new item.

We cooked for a little over a half-hour total for both sides, then swam some laps to cool off. We took a shower and went back to our tasks.

Abe was unloading a truck load of used equipment, with four big mobile units ready to be loaded and shipped to the same dealer. Looks like we were moving enough of his rebuilt product to keep him happy. There was a very large girl with glasses working at a new desk in Abe's office. Whoever it was, she seemed to know what she was doing already.

Abe saw me looking at her and came over to me. "Thanks boss, just what I needed, a keeper. That little girl is a dream. She's Alice's great niece and has a personality as sweet as Alice. She's also as smart as a whip. She's taking care of a lot. I hope you will let Debbie work with her as well."

"Glad you have help, Abe, now you can play out on the floor a little more."

I went upstairs through the break room, picking up a cup of coffee on the way by. Phil was in Tiny's office talking about some new orders that had come in. Phil said to me, "The new road sales, or customer service guys, as you like to call them, have already sent in enough orders to pay for themselves for the quarter. The real surprise is that your road field tech guys have almost matched my road salesmen for orders. After tomorrow we'll see if the visits are productive. Customers should start calling in new orders after our visits. That's how you know the visit was a success."

Tiny said, "With these numbers, it justifies more road sales guys, as well as road techs. I'll get Abe to begin looking for more techs. Phil can hunt for a few more road sales people."

Phil left to make some calls, and Tiny asked me to stay. "I've gone over what I think is every dime you spent since you went on vacation. I think I have the receipt and records for all of the expenses you went through with the company, right up through today. I have transferred money back into your personal account as reimbursement for your expenses. You don't have to pay taxes because this is only a return of expenses, not investment. You might want to send some of that money to your Fidelity account or put some in an interest bearing account. I've also set you up with a moderate salary that will be direct deposited in your checking account. And finally, since you entertain most of the company every night and morning, I'm trying to find out how much of the expense of the patio and keeping it up can be deducted or reimbursed."

"Tiny, thanks for reimbursing me for the original set up expenses, but I want to keep the house stuff as my personal direct cost. The company doesn't need to pay for it. So far it's working fine, I want to keep it that way, okay?"

"You're too honest, but I'll do as you say. Since Sue is part of the company, how should I pay her?"

"For right now, just pay her whatever I make, that ought to be fair."

"Consider it done."

Tiny said, "You know we may do more this week than last week. Go ask Phil about his latest brainchild."

When I asked Phil what his latest idea to become a national icon in sales was, he said, "Since we sell mobile generators I thought I would try to market our fixed installation generators to federal agencies, to large corporations, and to hospitals. All I did was make four calls and I received four requests to bid on immediate product. I'll hear by Friday. These can be really big orders."

"That's really good news. You're very good at developing markets, thanks for coming with us."

"Thank you for picking a guy up who needed picking up. Judy and I were down to our last few bucks when your opportunity came along. Sure glad you did. You're going to make us very happy, and very well off."

I smiled and left to ask Ruth if she thought everything was moving along okay. She thought so, but said if I kept on hiring that she was going to have to have someone for personnel.

"When you need one, get one. You don't even need permission from the CFO," I laughed. "Oh yeah, you did good getting Abe someone he really likes. Make sure you have her come by the house and visit with Sue and Joan, she can get some nice stuff from them."

Back downstairs with Debbie, I went over our new orders finding out that she still didn't have to order equipment yet, a definite breather.

I made another trip back to the motor department. All eight were in a loud vocal discussion, claiming false numbers of each other. All four teams had come in together. Robert and Roberta had eleven fifty eight, but one horsepower could be an interpretation of the monitor. The recordings were too close to see a difference. I lined them up and said, "You eight folks did exactly what I wanted. I'm willing to bet that almost eleven hundred sixty horsepower is probably more than almost any builder around. That you all were right there means that you all tried hard to do your best."

I took out eight one hundred-dollar bills and gave each of them a bill. "You each deserve that. Now build some more tomorrow. One thing, keep recording your test results, I want to send a packet with the motors that will include our test results. Make a note of what type of test equipment you used at the bottom and put your names as builders. You deserve the recognition. Make sure you all go by Tiny and sign a petty cash slip for the c-note. Thanks again."

They all left to go see Tiny as I stopped to see how Shawna was doing.

"I'll need a few things from Jan and Dell but I should be able to have this ready by Thursday morning. I'm going to paint the body and tanks tonight. I want to do it while I have what to do in my mind."

"Don't kill yourself, but Gene will appreciate it. Are you going to need Hank?"

"Not really," Shawna said, "My ole' man said he was coming by to work on this thing with me tonight. Come look at the frame, I used the new electrostatic equipment on it. I also redid the cases, jugs, heads, tranny, and rear end in the dark blue, the same as the car on his brochure. So the entire bike will be the blue, with some chrome here and there to brighten it up. I'm going to paint pictures of all of his cars on the box, along with his main sponsors. The tanks are going to be the cars and names of his big race wins, plus his name. It's going to look really nice."

"Don't work too hard, I'll make sure your cousin brings you guys something to eat."

The sheet metal area was sparkling, as was the welding area. A couple of guys were still putting tools away, but all the work areas were straight, ready for tomorrow. Abe's shop was spotless, as always. This is the way a shop is supposed to look.

Up front, Debbie was ready to go. The upstairs folks were coming down the stairs, obviously tired from a grueling day. It should start to smooth out soon.

At home, the crew was winding up for some serious drinking. Tiny was in a gregarious mood, handing me eight one hundred-dollar bills as soon as he saw me, saying, "You're a smart man. You gave away two hundred dollars on an over sixty-five hundred-dollar profit item. Your crews back there turned over a twenty-six thousand-dollar profit today. Not bad for a manufacturing group!"

Tiny continued to rant, "With the units that Abe shipped today, not counting the frame and sheet metal units, your shops brought in over eighty-two grand, net. The new equipment folks wrote almost two million, the two road guys did four hundred thousand at the last count, and Abe's field guys did almost a million. How do you figure we'll ever slow down? We just keep picking up momentum.

When Phil showed up, he said that David Owens had called about five-thirty, saying he was sorry he didn't call back earlier, but had been busy with legal over the threat of us suing the company for contractual default. He said he wasn't really supposed to call me because it could be admission of guilt on the company's behalf but he had to anyway. Phil and Dave had a long conversation, with Phil telling him how to make us life-long buddies.

I laughed at the life-long buddies' thing. Phil knew how to sell, and he obviously had been selling Dave.

Phil said the company should award us the mid-Atlantic region as a non-exclusive dealer. Non-exclusive, because there was no way we could do justice to all of the potential customers in the region.

Apparently Dave did him a couple of kicks better. He said he would allow us a non-exclusive dealership throughout the entire United States, with the Southeast region our exclusive territory. He was also going to give us the additional five percent discount within our area because we were going to handle all customer service and most warranty claims. He was also going to make us the primary dealer for the mid-Atlantic, what Phil wanted in the first place.

Dave had said he was extremely happy with our numbers and was very excited about our field people. He wanted to schedule a visit to our facility as soon as possible, and meet the infamous Steve Sharp.

"Pretty nice, Phil," I said, thinking that I would not have been able to speak intelligently with Dave Owens. "I'm glad I wasn't there. You know more about what's happening than I ever will. All I can say is, bring it home, guy, bring it home."

Tiny said, "I think we are going to have the accounting firm audit me now so I don't forget anything. We're moving so fast, it's scary. I think I've got all the bases covered, including investing income till we need it for inventory and payroll, but there is so much money coming in and going out, I'm going to get a backup opinion."

"Do what makes things right, Tiny. When you feel comfortable, I'll be comfortable. Make sure you keep our attorney happy so he can answer questions for us as we go."

All of us ate well before going off to do our own things. Sue and I went for a long ride up highway 41 all the way to hwy 50, back down I-75 to 275, then over to Florida Avenue and home.

Sue and I sat out on the patio for a while, and were joined by Charlie and Shawna who were getting back from the shop. Shawna said the bike was painted and mostly put together. She would finish early tomorrow, and we could either ride it over to Gene's or put it on my big trailer to haul it over. I told her that she should test it out around the shop before we would take it over to Gene's on the trailer. I think he would like it better that way. We needed a cover so we could do the blanket trick with him, like Charlie did with me. Sue wanted to come to watch Gene unwrap his toy.

After a few drinks, we went to bed kissing and hugging with Sue saying that tomorrow she should be plug free for the next ten to eleven months.

"How do you mean plug free?" Dummy me asked.

"You know, I won't need a tampon because I will be pregnant or at least trying to be pregnant. If I'm pregnant, I won't need a plug for over nine months. The only plug I'm gonna need is this thing," as she fondled my semi-firm dick.

There is no way she can touch me without it getting as hard as can be. She kept fooling with my, now very hard, dick while kissing me and rubbing her nipples against my chest.

"Sit on me and put it in between them. Fuck my tits, come on them, come on me, come on, fuck my tits."

Sue grabbed some lotion from the built-in headboard and slicked up her tits and me. As I slid between them, she held her breasts tight against me. Every time I pushed forward my dick would stick out from between her tits, where she would then lick it, or try to swallow everything she could. As I was getting closer, I reached behind me and diddled her clit while my other hand lightly rubbed and pinched her nipples. I began coming just as her mouth covered the head. She released her tits and held my butt to keep me in her mouth while sucking, pulling the juice out of me. Sue was coming as hard as I was while continuing to suck me, until I collapsed to the side with my dick still captured by her mouth.

"That was pretty hot there, guy. You got worked up pretty fast tonight. We'll make up for it in the morning that's for sure."

We kissed lovingly and cuddled up to fall asleep instantly.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 53



Day Fifty-three - Thursday

My eyes opened because I had heard a sound. There it was again. Noises were coming from out on the street, but I couldn't tell what it was.

I got up, pulling my 9-millimeter from the headboard drawer. I looked out the side window, but I couldn't see anything. I heard the noise again and went to the other side, the side where the patio was, and looked toward the street.

In the middle of the street was tin can. Pushing the tin can was a raccoon. I guess the can smelled good, so he was pushing it along toward I guessed, where he lived. I looked at the kitchen clock it was five-fifty. Time to get up anyway. I put on a couple pots of coffee and went back to the bedroom to put the gun away and snuggle sweet Sue awake.

With several kisses, she turned to me hugging me, saying she didn't want to get up yet. I told her she could sleep all she wanted, but I needed to take a shower and get the day started.

Sue opened her eyes and turned to look at the clock. "Darn, it is time isn't it. Okay, one more kiss then it's shower time."

We did our tag team on the throne and both of us got into the shower. We really weren't up for games this morning, so we were out on the patio by six fifteen, dressed and ready to go.

Shawna and Charlie came over with empty cups, saying they were going to have a cup of coffee then go finish the bike. Charlie was going to go in late at Dell's so he could help Shawna finish up. They were excited because it was an important customization. It could possibly be seen on nationwide TV.

Phil and Judy showed up before Tiny and Ruth came. Hanna and Jim, along with Debbie and Hank, showed up with Martin and Glenda. Tom and Al, with Joan and Betty, came around the house about the time Tiny and Ruth showed.

Everyone was a little sluggish but in a good mood. It smelled like rain so we might get a shower before the day was over. The TV weather lady said there was only a thirty-percent chance of rain but you know how those folks are. That's right, hardly ever accurate.

Everyone ate the breakfast sandwiches Phil had brought then packed up to head to work. Joan, Betty, and Hanna were staying at the house office, while Glenda was going to do her morning cleaning of the house and do some laundry for us. Jim was the only one heading to a different location.

We were all busy doing something by eight, or at least we had a fresh cup of coffee in our hands. The motor shop people were all standing around with a cup of coffee while Charlie and Shawna were putting the finishing touches on the bike. It really looked classy. At first glance you thought it was just a copy of a car then, looking closer, you saw the small pictures of all the different Busch and Winston Cup cars that had won big races, including the date and driver. The tanks were painted with more numbers and cars including a replica of Gene's old car. Shawna had her signature, in a low but prominent position on a tank, and had included the S&S logo among the decal looking sponsor logos. They had put white wall tires on the bike, complete with chrome wheels.

The bike looked really good.

Charlie put some gas in the tank and used the kick-starter to push the engine through a couple of times. He then pointed his finger to a button and pushed it. Shawna had installed an electric start on the bike. That would really make Gene happy, as he wasn't a spring chicken any more.

Shawna got on the bike, shifted the tank shift into gear, and rode out of the shop. She took it up and down the street next to the shop and rode back, saying the bike is righteous.

Charlie gave Shawna a hug and kiss before he helped load the trike onto the trailer. Sue, Charlie, and Shawna all rode in the truck over to Gene's. We parked in front so he wouldn't see us and pushed the bike around back and covered it up. I went through the side door to find no one in that part of the shop, so I pushed the button to open the door.

We pushed the bike into the shop, closed the door, and went to find Gene. He was in his break room having coffee. We said for him to hurry and come out to the shop. All of his men followed him, knowing something good was up.

Shawna went and stood next to the bike and asked Gene if he were ready. When he nodded, she whipped the cover off it.

Every man there took in a deep breath in a gasp. The bike was lit perfectly by the shop lights and stood out on the painted floor. The bright blue with all of the colorful logos jumped out at the looker, while the chrome flashed in their eyes.

Gene staggered to the bike looking at it. Then he began looking at the detail of all the little paintings all over the body. When he lifted the lid on the body, he saw that the inside was painted as well, but in the box was a fire extinguisher in a holder along with a bottle of champagne in a special cradle. Shawna said that was for his next win.

After he looked it all over, he asked if it ran. Charlie took over and said, take it for a ride but remember it has a foot clutch. Three speeds forward with one reverse. Neutral was between first and second, not first and reverse. Next he showed Gene the magic button. Charlie said, "When you don't feel macho and don't feel like kicking the thing, turn on the gas and push the button."

Gene reached down, turned on the gas and hit the button. The little motor caught instantly. Charlie explained that Shawna had converted the electrics to solid state so Gene didn't have to mess with points. He instructed him that Shawna had a detailed description for him of all the items of conversion so he would know how to take care of the bike.

Gene put the bike in gear and eased out of the door and twisted the throttle a little to get the feel of the motor and acceleration. We heard him shift into second, then third, as he rode around the block to arrive back at the shop. He put it in reverse and backed it up to see how that was.

"Well, Shawna, this is magnificent. Much more than I could have ever imagined. I can't believe you researched all my major wins to include them on the body. It is enough to make tears come to the eyes. Probably like the bill you'll have."

Shawna handed him a company invoice printed out nice and neat. Gene looked at it then said, "Are you sure, is this enough?"

"I charged you our shop rate for the work we did, and for the time we put in on the bike. You have the list of parts we used that we marked up twelve percent, the same as we do your motors. I even included my husband's efforts on the bike as well. I don't think I forgot anything. You get this at our shop rate for all the business you have given us and all of the referrals you have given us. Thank you sir, the company appreciates it."

Gene said he would be right back. When he came back he gave me a check for the invoice then he handed Shawna a folded check telling her it was his way of saying thank you for her special efforts.

Shawna looked at me to see if she should accept it and I nodded to her to keep it.

She smiled and gave Gene a kiss on the cheek, saying she hoped they won this weekend.

We left as Gene was loading the bike into an enclosed trailer with a spare car, about to leave for the track in Georgia where time trials were in progress.

On the way back to the shop, Shawna and Charlie were giggling until they finally told Sue and me how much the check was for. Our bill was only eight thousand and change, so Gene had tipped Shawna five grand. That was a nice bonus.

The rest of the day was going to be boring for both of them, so I told them both that they should take the rest of the day off, put the check in the bank, and go for a nice ride over to the beach. Shawna said, "I would, but I need to be here so we can get some work out. Charlie has some important stuff at Dell's to do too, so can we have a rain check?"

Don't you just love those dedicated employees? Sue wanted a ride home after she looked at the brochures that were being designed. Twenty minutes later, I was letting her out at the house.

Back at the shop, I checked with Debbie who reported business was back to total chaos with orders for everything pouring in on the fax, as well as the phone. She said if we could continue to put out four motors a day, we would be caught up in two weeks, as long as no more orders came in. She said that, at our current rate of production, the frame shop was an easy month behind, while the sheet metal shop was only running three weeks behind.

Debbie said that I should steer clear of Abe until he was over his panic, as we had received an order from Panama for fifty rebuilt generators. Abe was trying to figure out where to come up with that many old broken down ones to rebuild.

Wow, an order for seven hundred and fifty grand of rebuilt product. The reason was that there was a heavy tariff on new stuff, but no tariff on used or rebuilt items. Even their government couldn't bypass the tariffs.

I told Debbie that we would just have to advise customers of our lead times from now on, so they would not think that we had stuff on the shelf. Just tell them that everything is built to their order.

She said we had received some big rolls of blueprints for some Busch cars, some short track sprint cars, and a couple of models of trucks. We also had a new frame order for a Dodge team, along with an order for us to build an engine. The factory had been notified, and we were to receive the crate engine, along with the NASCAR specs.

I called the team and told them that we were a little backed up on orders, but were getting out product as fast as possible. The frame and sheet metal could be quick, but the motor was going to be at least ten days if you factored in shipping. The owner understood and said the order was more of a test than anything else. He asked if we could use the eighteen-percent stainless material that Gene had told him about. I quoted him the additional for the change in metal and he said that was fine, that he would adjust his P.O. and I should do his here, as well. When he asked about the motor, I told him when I had all the costs, my assistant or I would give him a call. I thought to myself, now there is a start with a whole group of new owners. Wonder if I should contact a Ford team.

I told Phil to have his field men to look really hard for used and abused generators to fill the big order Abe had. Phil began telling me how he was raiding several big supply companies of road salesmen that had been lured away from Onan in the past. He said that with our new open-ended deal, we could probably just keep hiring until we had a salesman or two in every state.

Tiny said that he should have sample brochures back from the printer this afternoon, now that Sue has taken a look at them. He felt that if we began with a neat mailing he had designed, followed up with calls and visits to the bigger supply houses, we should do some good business.

Debbie came upstairs to get me, saying she just had a call from Hillsborough county. There was a steel stairway that had cracked and broken at the county courthouse. They needed a company to come and weld the breaks and inspect all of the fire escapes and exterior steel stairways. She said they were saying this was an emergency, as the broken stairway was a primary fire exit.

I told Debbie to call them back and say we will be there in thirty minutes. She was to get exactly where we could pull our truck in, and who our contact was.

I went out to the welding area and asked who would go with me to work at the courthouse. They all wanted to come so I thought for a minute. "I really could use two guys, so I think today I'm going to take Tim and Bob. I'll probably do most of the welding, but we may all do some. We'll take the big truck and go down there." Tim went through the truck supplies real quick to make sure there were enough gas supplies, as we might have to use a portable rig for some of this. "We will also need a lot of grinding tools to make sure existing welds are good. I'll have Bob do our running to bring more supplies. The additional supplies will be in the tool room that we don't use."

I got the information from Debbie, and went to Abe to see if he had any extra block and tackle that I could use. The truck had one, but there was a good chance it would take two to handle a stairway.

The three of us drove to downtown Tampa where the county courthouse was. It didn't take us long to find where the problem was, as there was a fire truck, with its ladder extended, over where the stair way was hanging.

I had all three of us put on orange coveralls from the truck and hard hats to comply with OSHA before we approached the guy apparently in charge. When he found out who I was, he directed me to the fire chief.

I asked the fire chief if I could go up to look at the break.

Climbing up a fire ladder that is at a forty-five degree angle is not fun. Firemen do that when the ladder is used as a bridge. You have to walk on your hands and feet like a dog. Thank goodness my usual attire included heavy work boots.

I could see where the weld had broken right where the base rail connected to the platform by a fire door. The hardest part would be to get a block and tackle above the platform to hold the stairway in place. In addition to that weld, I thought there should have been pieces of steel between the stairway and the rear of the platform for additional support. I asked the fireman with me how strong the ladder was. He said it should be able to pull the stairway closed so it could be welded. The problem was going to be the old weld should be cleaned off before a new weld was made.

I went back down and gave the chief my plan. I was going to have Bob on the roof holding my safety rope while I used a portable back pack gas rig to first clean the old weld, then connect two support pieces that should have already been there. When it was stable I would re-weld the cleaned ends where it was broken. I separated a couple of eight-foot pieces of heavy angle iron and cut them to six feet with the truck's big torch.

Tim signed to Bob what he was going to do and a fireman that knew how to sign took him in the building to get to the roof. I put on a two-point safety harness, and the backpack. I connected a deep pouch that carried extra rods and a regular tool pouch to my safety belt, hooking my gloves in my belt, and put my hood on my head, but tilted up.

With the block and tackle over my shoulder, I once again followed the fireman up and across the ladder to a point that was now just above the platform, at the top of the stairway. Bob threw me the two safety ropes with carabiners on the end. The fireman with me hooked them to my safety harness. I waved at the roof guys and we maneuvered the ladder so I could step onto the platform. I pulled the rope from the block and tackle down attaching it to the stairway and had the fireman take up the slack.

With everything stable, I fired up my torch and cut off the old weld. It was easy to see what had happened, as there were air bubbles throughout the weld. I heated and filed and heated and hammered, to clean and shape the area to weld.

I dropped my supply rope to Tim and he attached the first piece of angle iron and I hauled it up. Using the rope, I clamped the piece in place before delicately stepping down the steps and clamping it to the base rail. While down the steps I welded the support onto the steps and went back to the platform to weld the support to the platform.

I repeated this for the other side welding the base rail to the platform the way it was intended. The other side was bubbled too so I cut it clean shearing off the old weld material and welded it solid. The fireman unhooked the safety ropes from my harness and disconnected the block and tackle handing it to me to take down the stairway. I carried everything down the stairs and began storing it in the truck compartments. When I was down to my jumpsuit, I looked to Bob and mouthed. "Check all the welds on the stairs." I gave him a piece of chalk and said, "mark bad welds." He nodded that he understood. Thirty minutes later he came and signed to Tim.

He had found two welds that were bad but everything else looked good. I handed Bob the tool belt, the pouch, and the backpack gas rig, and he was off taking care of the bad welds. Bob was a good craftsman and I knew he would do a good job.

I told the county maintenance guy, who was my contact, that the welds and the two new support braces needed paint right away, so rust wouldn't start.

Several firemen were looking over my truck, saying the only thing I didn't have on the truck was a boom for a bucket. I told them that welders didn't normally do high work unless it was a major construction job where there were scaffolds or big commercial lifts. I could see where a heavy-duty boom could have been used today, but that would have taken up space that we used for equipment on the truck.

I wrote up an invoice for the time we were there with three men and my minimum for the truck, along with the two pieces of heavy angle iron. The county guy said the bill was very fair and thanked me for responding so fast.

"Why did you call me?" I asked the county guy.

"The fire chief said to call you as you were doing some custom welding for a bunch of NASCAR guys. He said that if you were good enough for them, we needed to get you. Thank goodness you had the right equipment for this type of job."

I went over to the fire chief and thanked him for recommending us. We shook hands and both of us prepared to leave.

Back at the shop, I straightened the truck and took the backpack over to the welding supply house to get the bottles refilled. You never know when you're going to need everything on the truck.

After putting the backpack kit away, I thought that an item like this fully equipped truck would be a hell of a product. I took a piece of paper and made a list of the equipment and supplies needed for the truck. The add-on stuff, like the generator for the arc welder, carried a nice price tag, along with a commercial compressor. There was a gas rig with a wire feed on a hand truck, along with the backpack rig. I had three arc welders on the truck. Two wire feed and a standard. If you worked two men on the truck most of the time, that would be about right. There was an assortment of big clamps and a few heavy-duty ground straps.

I could see a big company buying a truck like this, completely fitted with all the equipment on it. I would see what it would take at cost to fit out a truck like this. I wrote down the number and name of the utility body before going inside.

I called a Chevrolet dealer and a Ford dealer to get a quote on a three-ton truck for commercial after market beds. Ford's F450 and F550 were the better priced, so I used that as a base. I called the company that made the nice utility body and got a quote from them.

I figured out all of the different types of equipment I would put on the truck and had a pretty good idea of how much everything was. I figured two men two days to put it all together adding what I thought it should be worth to us to build and sell it.

I called the utility body company and got a quote on a heavy-duty boom lift. They recommended an F550 as a minimum to use with a lift, and said a body could have as many storage areas as I wanted.

After re-figuring the whole thing we could sell a package deal without a boom for ninety-five thousand, and a package with a heavy-duty boom for one hundred twelve thousand. If we paid our regular commission on something like this, we would need to be a little higher. I'd give my figures to Tiny and let him come up with a number. If we built them as they were ordered, we would never be stuck with something that didn't sell. If we were too high, we just wouldn't sell any. We would have some additional cost, as we needed to create a brochure for it. We could use our truck for pictures.

I asked Ruth if she could get a price for bright orange heavy-duty coveralls in bulk so we could promote those through our road guys. I wanted our logo on them somehow so folks could see the S&S Enterprises while the man was working.

We could add that to our welding supply product line. It would be an item we would have to ship out of here, so it would be a bit of a pain, but it might be profitable. I wonder if Sue's company could make them. If so, they could ship them.

I took my digital camera outside to take a bunch of pictures of the truck. I pulled the table out and set it up with the big shade cover erected. I took individual pictures of the welders, including the backpack. After fifty or so pictures, I buttoned up the truck and put the cover back over it. I even took a picture of the covered truck. I should sell a cover with the truck as well.

I remembered a newspaper photographer at the courthouse downtown today, so I called the paper and was finally connected to the guy. I asked him if he could send me any pictures of the truck and us at the scene that he had taken today. He asked if I had Internet and e-mail, and said he would e-mail them to me right away. He gave me his cell number and said to call him if I didn't get them. I checked my e-mail and found a huge e-mail with almost thirty pictures. There was a great picture of me hanging off the side of the balcony platform by the safety ropes. You could see Bob on the roof and Tim on the ground, with the truck framed in the center of the photo. The fire truck was behind our truck giving the photo a great action look. This would be a good photo for the jumpsuits too.

There were a few more pictures that were good, but this was the best so I let my color printer make a bunch of copies.

I asked Debbie if she was good with the computer and she asked what I wanted to do. I showed her all the different pictures with the long list of equipment and told her what I wanted to get across.

"Let me work on it and I'll see if I can make us a homemade brochure," Debbie said taking all the information from me, along with the digital camera.

I copied the list of parts and the prices and took it up to Tiny to work on. He looked at all the costs and said he knew he could do better on the base truck, but that I knew best on the rest of the equipment. He used my numbers and the costs that would be included and came up with one hundred four thousand for the standard truck, and a hundred seventeen thousand for the truck with the boom lift. He said this was an item he didn't think we should stock. I laughed and agreed with him as not too many folks could afford one.

I went out to the shop, through the lunchroom, to see how my four teams in the motor room were doing. They were all almost ready to test a motor and it wasn't even noon yet. Kurt said that they had it down to a science now. Shawna was doing the base cleaning of the blocks and heads while they were doing the balancing and metering of the motor. Shawna was also doing the valves, as she had a more delicate touch than the others did. They even had Hank polishing parts with an emery cloth when he was not painting.

Sandy said she thought they might be able to produce four motors a day if their tests held up.

"This is really great guys but please, make sure that we are making them perfect. Teams are really depending on us to make them a good motor."

Robert offered that we had so much business because we were selling a quality racing motor cheap enough, that a lot of sprint car owners were buying them, as well as short track teams.

The question was, do I continue to sell to everyone for a lower price, or do I raise the price and only sell to the elite. My answer was, "If we can put the quality into the work and make a good profit at our price, then we will just have to keep making engines for the masses."

Donna said, "That's good for us. The more work you have backed up, the longer we will be around."

The sheet metal guys had a stack of completed sets ready to ship. They had a system between them that kept Drew from having to move around so much, but seemed to have production really moving.

Tom told me that as they were getting faster, he thought they were going to be able to put out a minimum of eight frames a day, even when using the stainless. It was nice to see Tom gain confidence with the job. He had surprised me by learning how to lead.

I tiptoed into the rebuild area to find Abe on the phone. His assistant said he had been rounding up used equipment all morning.

Abe got off the phone and said, "We could use our own trucks to pick up the equipment, if we had them. So far I've found sixty-eight big generators for next to nothing. If I'm lucky I should be able to rebuild most of them." When I pointed out he still had nearly twenty units outside to be rebuilt, he asked if I had seen the other big order that had come in. He had another order for thirty-five units for the country of Bolivia.

"I should have never sold that unit to the guy down in Miami. He deals with every third world country on Earth. He's telling everyone how good the product is, even though he isn't getting a dime out of it. Now he wants to buy a bunch of forklifts. We don't have a bunch of forklifts to sell anyone, and I'm not giving up our two. That big one is worth its weight in gold. Have you seen it since we refinished it?"

Abe took me outside and showed me the big forklift. It had been totally repainted, making it look brand new. The other forklift out there had been dolled up too. It wasn't the newer one I had bought, but one of the ratty ones Abe's men had rebuilt. It looked like the company had just gone out and paid over a hundred grand for forklifts.

I spoke up, "Keep tracking down equipment, Abe, but if you don't have them, you don't have them."

Back up front, Debbie was holding multiple sheets of paper together. She put a set in a binder and handed it to me. The first page was the courthouse scene with a headline; "S&S can help you be ready when you need it." The second and third pages were a collage of pictures of the truck and the accessories. Pages four and five listed all of the equipment and supplies that came with the package. The back page was simply our logo.

"Looks good Debbie, make up about ten of these and I'll ask Tiny if we can get some printed.

Tiny looked at the handmade brochure and said sure, let's get them printed, how many do you want? I said just a thousand, as that would give all the field folks a hundred and some to mail out from here.

As I passed Ruth, I said I was going to lunch with the partner and went downstairs to tell Debbie the same thing.

I called Sue on the way home to find out she was already in her workout clothes waiting for me. After quickly changing, we were at the gym limping through the treadmill for a half-hour, followed by working with weights for almost forty-five minutes. Back home, we ate and walked up to the pool for some sun. The morning cloud cover had disappeared, so the pool area was full of folks getting a tan.

Sue's tan had deepened again and I was actually getting color. It made me look like married life was agreeing with me. While we were lying on our tummies talking, I told Sue of my idea of having coveralls to sell. Since the coveralls would all have our logo, some of the cost could be considered advertising, but I thought we could still make a profit on the items. My question to Sue was could her manufacturer make them and if so could they ship them as well. We could make sure there were sufficient shipping charges to give them some additional profit.

Sue thought that was a great idea, as it would put the production of the factory over the amount needed for a major expansion. I asked if her company could embroider the logo too, so that it would last and be seen longer. Sue said sure but she suggested just putting it on one shoulder, with something like "Work with S&S on your back," and the S&S in a circle with Enterprises on the bottom.

When we went back to the house, I got one of the homemade brochures out of the truck to show Sue. Sue loved the picture of us at the courthouse. She said it was on the news that a local company had been called out to do an emergency repair. She was disappointed she didn't get to be there, wearing her orange jumpsuit, helping out. She thought I might be trying to sell something too expensive, but time would tell.

While I was still there, she called the manufacturer and asked what they needed to begin manufacturing the jumpsuits. They asked for the garment number from the label of the jumpsuit saying they could get the sizing information from the registration or just have the regular manufacturer sub out the work. Sue said she would send a picture of what she wanted embroidered on the sleeve.

I went back to work to find the world at peace. Everyone was busy, no one looked or acted panicked but there was a strange drag bike in the showroom. I asked Debbie where it came from. She said Shawna pushed it in from the back while I was gone.

The bike looked slick. Freshly painted with an S&S logo on the rear fender and small fuel tank.

Back in the motor shop Shawna saw me and ducked. I went to stand next to where she was trying to hide, saying loudly, "You don't have to get on your knees for me, Shawna." All of her people laughed at that. Kurt said he would be willing anytime. Several oily rags flew his way when he said it, though.

"Jim from welding just brought it in. All we did was paint it. We could make it run if you wanted, but I thought you just wanted something for the showroom. Is it okay?"

"It looks great, now I can take my bike home and ride it. Sue and I both miss the wind in our face," I said, pulling Shawna to her feet.

Shawna smiled and said, "A garbage truck is nice sometimes, but I like to feel the wind most of the time too."

I went out to thank Jim and ask him what I owed him for it. He said, "Nothing yet, the guy was trying to give it away when I went by to see about it. He helped me put it in the truck and said good riddance. If he asks me for something, I'll let you know."

Abe said he had over a hundred units committed to be picked up by truck. I asked him to give me cities and quantities so I could plan on a route for the truck drivers. Abe said it was already taken care of. Tiny had contracted a long haul owner operator with a flatbed to pick up equipment. He figured we could just about keep the guy on the road four long days a week. The driver was already en route to the first pick up. Abe said the guy could pick up equipment faster than he could rebuild it, so he should be fine for a while.

Abe's girl was busy ordering parts for work in progress. She thanked me for inviting her over so she could meet Sue. She had already ordered a bunch of clothes from her catalog.

Another big girl wearing nice clothes is always good.

I went upstairs to talk to Phil and Judy. Phil was at his desk with one of my homemade brochures. He asked, "How many a month can you make of these things. They are going to sell like hotcakes. I can't wait to get brochures in the hands of my salesmen."

"Relax Phil, when folks see a price tag of over a hundred thousand, they're not going to be breaking down our doors."

"Bet me, our welding equipment sales have already been outstanding and I'll bet dealers will be calling as soon as we can tell them about it. What we need is a video of the truck with all its equipment. A piece of equipment over a hundred thousand needs something special to sell a bunch of it. Want to do a video for me?"

"Sure Phil, set it up, and I'll even get Sue to model with me."

Judy said, "Oh my God, now I know the truck will sell. What man can resist those big a, um, ah, those big brown eyes."

"Wait till you see her in an orange jumpsuit with the front zipper down a bit, very distracting," I said pulling on the front of my shirt.

Phil said, "I'm selling equipment, not sex. Can you imagine selling fifteen or twenty of those things a year? That's some big volume. The salesmen will go nuts. Be sure to talk to Sue tonight and get your orange jumpsuits cleaned. I'll have a video guy here in the morning."

I called home to ask Sue if she would do a video with me in the morning. She said she would be happy to. I told her about the jumpsuits and she said that we had some at home. She would have Joan or Betty embroider them with their new machine.

I went back to ask Shawna if Hank would wash and wax the big truck and what it was for. They both said he would get after it right away. I told the guys in welding that I wanted to use their area for a movie in the morning. They said they would have it beautiful and uncluttered in the morning.

I went back upstairs to tell Phil about using the area with a big logo and he thought that was a great idea. I also told him that Sue was having our logo put on the sleeve of the coveralls I wanted to sell. "Even better," Phil said.

Downstairs, my Debbie had made twenty brochures and was sending ten out FedEx to each of the two road-salesmen, so they could begin promoting the item so big dealers could sell it. She thought we were under-pricing the trucks but said if we sold too many, we could just raise the price.

This was some company. A half-baked idea before lunch turns into a major marketing venture before five.

I went up to Ruth and said, "This is a day to remember. We didn't hire one person all day long. A real red letter day."

Ruth looked up at me, "Wrong, Phil hired four new road guys so far today and Abe hired two more road techs. Maybe tomorrow, I think we've hired as many as our building will hold."

Speaking of the building, I went out the hole that was now a doorway on the side of the showroom to find two cranes putting panels for a second floor in place. On the other side of the showroom, through that oversized double door, the same scenario was taking place. Out back, men were staking off where the building was going to be extended. I wondered how we would handle getting stuff in and out. There were side doors through Abe's shop, so we could use those for one or two days.

I told Debbie I was going home to work on my mental health, causing her to laugh. I asked her if she rode in with Hank or did she drive in herself. She said she had ridden with Hank, so I threw her my keys and asked her to drive my truck home. I was going to take my toy out of the showroom and ride it.

Before I left, I e-mailed Sue all of the pictures from the photographer so she could look at them.

I pushed the shovel out the front door, put on my helmet, turned on the gas and kicked the bike into life. After warming up a minute, I took off for home, stopping once for gas.

When I pulled up with a loud rev outside the patio, Sue came out saying she was happy I brought the fun bike home, as she was ready for some wind in her face. It was nice to get a full body hug and kiss from your wife when you got home.

Sue whispered in my ear, "I'm plug free and ready. I'm planning on having a good time for the next three or four days, then it's all you. Are you ready for me, baby?"

I laughed saying, "Is the world ready for Sue?"

Within a half-hour, all the folks from work who usually came to the patio were drinking beer or whatever they made at the bar. Hank said that Debbie and he were going to Atlanta for his bike this weekend, so next week they were riding with us.

Charlie took Hank off to the side to probably talk about Hap and the club, but came back happy. Atlanta was a city that had a major rival club. Charlie just wanted to make sure Hank didn't have any affiliation with anyone.

While we were enjoying a drink, we watched a TV news report about our morning job at the courthouse. The video looked scarier than it really was as the safety ropes always supported me, and the stairway was attached to the block and tackle on the ladder. They made a big deal out of us showing up, doing a thorough job, and getting out of there in an hour and a half, and saving the county thousands of dollars instead of padding a job that was obviously critical. They also commented that we had left the stairway in better condition than it had ever been before the break. I thought we screwed around, but the rest of the world thought we did well. When the anchor finished he gave a short editorial that more companies should follow our example.

The patio audience applauded.

After supper, Charlie and Jim asked me if Hank could ride the garbage truck with us. Charlie said that Hap had said it was fine if Sandy and Mandy rode with us if they kept their mouths shut. The two girls heard the comment and said, "We are honored. We will be model biker bitches and keep our traps shut. Just feed us beer and we are happy."

Ruth and Tiny said they would wait up for us if we went to the tub later.

Six bikes tried to leave the park quietly. "Tried" is the operable expression, because it just can't happen in a pack. One person revs, followed by the next, and so on, until you have a roar leaving the park.

We rode to the clubhouse first where Hank was introduced to Hap. Hap even said something to Sandy and Mandy, saying they hung out with good company. Bear was there and gave me a big bear hug, hollering Semper Fi, waiting for the "Ooorah" from his fellow Marines. My two new employees came up and shook hands, thanking us for coming by. Hap seemed to approve of their attention.

After lots of chat and two beers apiece, we took off for Jim's to molest "Double D," followed by heading to the St. Pete club bar. As usual they were expecting us, including Hank and the girls. News travels fast among the clubhouses. The St. Pete guys were having a tough time with dual redheads and Sue all showing more than they should in sexy tops. Sandy and Mandy had on tank tops that displayed big nipples, but I think their reputation as tough lezzies kept guys away.

From St. Pete, we rode north to Hudson and a tiny bar that obviously catered to bikers. We had one last beer there before heading home. We were quietly in the park, with bikes put away, by nine forty-five. Shawna invited Debbie and Hank to the hot tub and apparently had a previous discussion about the antics there. We told Tiny and Ruth it was time so there were five couples, with two spare babes, traipsing to the pool area.

All the girls were finished with their monthlies, so all were ready for some good old-fashioned fucking. Sue told all the guys that she was safe for four days. Anyone wanting some after I got firsts should take a number, because she was going to be exclusive in a couple more days.

With no preliminaries, Sue was bent over holding the side of the tub with me behind her sliding in. Sandy and Mandy got under her chest, sucking her tits and fingering her clit. Sue blasted off before I even had a tickle going. They swapped locations, with Sue now sucking on one of Mandy's tits and fingering her clit while I bottomed out in her snug snatch. After only about twenty strokes, Mandy's legs gave out from coming so hard. Sandy was next in assuming the position. She was really oily and ready. I was balls deep in just a couple of strokes, and she was near screaming in ten. Another well-fucked babe.

As soon as the three girls were sitting on the edge of the tub, three guys converged on them, with Hank diving into Sue's cleavage. Charlie told him to be careful, as we had not found the last guy that got lost in there.

Shawna grabbed me and brought me her cousin, saying you gotta fuck this little slut. She loves Charlie's thick one, but she's gonna really love your long one. Debbie said that she needed a tongue first. I'm sure that was another set up from Shawna, as she always wanted you to sample her creamy pie. About three licks and my daytime assistant was off to the races. I stood and slid into her, filling her until I was balls deep, banging on the back of her box. In no time at all, she was coming like gangbusters, speaking in a tongue no one understood.

The other redhead wanted some, so I plowed her till she begged me to stop. I think it was her cousin and Hanna that put her over, as they were both sucking her titties. Hanna wrapped herself around me and slid her pussy onto my dick saying in my ear, "I know you haven't come yet and I want your juices in my mouth. Go fuck Ruth, then come back to me so I can have that big load."

Ruth was laying on the platform at the back of the tub, propped up on her elbows. She had her feet on the edge of the tub with her legs spread as she had just received a good fucking and a load from Jim. She welcomed me as I slid in to bounce against her cervix. We fucked hard till I was tingling and she was near comatose so I pulled out and aimed at Hanna again. We fucked like bunnies, hot fast bunnies until I was right there. Hanna instantly had her mouth locked on my dick, drinking down a very big load. When I was drained, she sat back, rubbed her tummy, and smacked her lips.

Jim said, "Damn Hanna, you are one sexy cum slut. No one loves that stuff the way you do."

She smiled lovingly at her husband saying, "Remember to save me some to go to sleep by."

Sandy and Mandy had Sue on her back, with Sandy face first in her pussy, while Mandy was kissing Sue and fondling her breasts. Debbie was beside Sue sucking on a free nipple.

Everyone was satisfied and content. We had not brought beer, so we decided to go back to the patio for a last drink, and on to bed.

Sue had a rum and Coke, while I had a Beefeater martini. Some had beer, some had wine, and others another form of booze. We all adjourned to bed, but Sandy and Mandy stayed behind. While I was straightening up, the three girls disappeared into the house. I went in, locked up, and went to the bedroom where the lights were low, but I could see three faces sticking out from the covers.

"Hurry, get under the covers," Sue said while a space appeared between her and Sandy. I was instantly between the two girls where my wife quickly and lovingly kissed me. When Sue separated, Sandy kissed me just as lovingly, and a hand began fondling my mostly firm dick. Mandy leaned over the top of Sandy and gave me a toe-curling kiss that put my semi to full attention quickly.

Sue took over, sliding over me and sitting on my middle, raised up and slid me inside of her. Sue used all her internal tricks to tease, caress, and make my balls twitch. Just about the time her pussy was quivering its hardest, my juices launched into her, filling her to begin spilling back out. We had been kissing the whole time. Sue whispered in my ear, "I love you, now make love to these two lonely women, they need you."

As Sue and I separated, Mandy dove onto my dick, sucking it to keep it up, while Sandy was between Sue's legs enjoying what I had left there.

I returned the favor to Mandy, lovingly kissing her breasts and nipples, finding my way down to lick, suck, and tongue her pussy till she was shaking. I slid slowly into her, hitting the back of her pussy again and began a more rapid pace. Within a couple of minutes of fucking and kissing, Mandy was coming hard, squeezing my dick till it loosed another torrent of sperm into her. Mandy held me tight; kissing my face, till she finally quieted with a serene smile on her face.

Sandy was on my dick in a flash, while Sue buried her face in Mandy's gooey pussy. Just the thought of Sue sucking up my juices from another girl's pussy kept me hard. What a wife I have. Sandy was a firecracker. She went off with our kisses, she squirmed and came again when I nibbled and bit her tits. Her screams and kicks were really off the wall when I buried my face in her pussy. In no time at all, she was pulling me up to enter her.

We fucked, I made love, we fucked, she made love, and she began groaning really loud in a steady rhythm with each of my thrusts, until she arched her back, lifting me into the air. That tripped my trigger, and I shot anything I had left into her. She was hugging me, kissing me, and whispering, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Sue and Mandy were cuddled, their eyes closing. I settled down snuggled with Sandy, next to Sue, drifting off fast.

As I fell into my slumber, I fleetingly wondered what this was all about.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 54



Day Fifty-four - Friday

My face was resting on its favorite pillow, Sue's big beautiful boobies. There was a difference though; there was a body against my back with a hand holding my dick. My arm was around Sue but was resting on the hip of even another person whose hand was cupping one of Sue's wonderful breasts.

What the fuck! ... Oh yeah, Sandy and Mandy. Now what? Do we wake up and fuck or do we send them home. Today is, ah, oh yeah, Friday. If it were tomorrow, I'd say fuck 'em but today is a workday so...

Sue's eyes opened smiling at me. We kissed lovingly many times until the hand holding my dick squeezed it and a voice said, "Get a room."

The other three of us cracked up considering our current condition. I raised up and said, "It's five thirty, let's shower and get ready for work." Sandy and Mandy slid out of bed, gave both Sue and me sweet kisses, pulled on their robes, and left for their house.

Sue gave me some kisses while fondling me. "Did you enjoy taking care of my two little girlfriends?"

"What was that all about anyway?" I asked, still wondering how that all got started.

"Those two think you walk on water. They told me they were in love with me because I was married to you, but were in love with you because you are who you are, the way you are. They told me they would be my slaves if I let them have you every once in a while. So they got loved and I got slaves. I just have to figure out what to do with a couple of mechanical slaves."

Sue laughed, getting out of bed and tugging me toward the shower. We played and loved in the shower, with me donating another juicy load into her clutching pussy.

We didn't even run out of hot water, and were dressed, ready to go by six. I made coffee and turned on the patio lights, giving those who may have been waiting, the welcome sign. They were welcome anyway; they really didn't need me to turn the light on. The TV weather lady said it was going to be dry today and tomorrow, but rain Sunday. The news people were still showing the video of the courthouse thing. Kind of amazing, as there was no one hurt, no major damage, just a poorly constructed metal stairway repaired yesterday morning. This morning though, they named our company and named Bob, Tim, and me, telling the world that my company was a thriving small business in the northwest Hillsborough county area.

Folks poured in, ready to work this morning. Phil arrived with his donation of breakfast sandwiches from Ronald McDonalds. Everyone seemed anxious to start the day. That was really exciting to be a part of.

The previous night's participants of the tub party were all happy and content, without showing any hint that we had all been fucking like bunnies a few hours ago. The really cool ones were Sandy and Mandy. They were just as they always were, not standoffish to us, but they had the demeanor that they could be really cold with a flip of the switch.

Phil asked Sue if she were ready to be a movie star. She said she was ready anytime. He said the video guy would be at the shop no later than eight thirty, so we should be able to get this done quickly. Phil showed me what he wanted to see on the video.

I asked him if the video guy could shoot us from the time we got out of the truck until we were completely set up with tools laid out on the table. That way he could do one of those time lapse things where we would be shown speeding up getting something out of the truck. It would slow to a stop with each feature we pulled out. Then he could concentrate on all of the various features of the truck and the toys on it.

Phil liked that idea as an opener.

At the shop we pulled the truck into the frame welding bay and parked it so the S&S logo on the floor was near the rear of the truck. We put the cover back over the truck, as I wanted to sell a cover with each truck to emphasize taking care of a valuable item.

The video guy had three cameramen to tape everything from multiple angles. Sue and I put on our orange jumpsuits that had been well pressed and had the embroidered logo on the sleeve. Sue's jumpsuit had been altered to show off her butt and bust. She didn't need any help with the bust part at all. She came out with her hair in a ponytail and enough cleavage to daydream over. Phil even told her to zip up a little.

We went through taking the cover off, pulling the table out and setting up the legs, displaying the big vise that was on the end of the table. Next, we set up the big sunscreen over the end of the table. From there, Sue and I pulled out welding tools, clamps, ground straps, and grinders with files lying next to them. I laid out the coiled block and tackle while Sue pulled the safety harness and ropes out. Next, she pulled out the portable backpack, while I uncoiled the lines to one of the wire feed arc welders. We laid out as much as we could, before we cranked the gas generator and compressor.

I brought two pieces of scrap over and handed them to Sue. She knew the drill and began cleaning them up and shaping them to weld them. She used the compressor air hose to clean off any debris around the cleaned area. Next she set the pieces at an exact right angle using a square to check and picked up the wire feed, pulled down her hood, and hit the piece twice, tacking it. She re-measured with the square, just like I taught her and with a perfect touch drew a very slick, low, bead around the piece of pipe.

Just like a good tech, she took the hood off and put away the arc line, shutting everything off and began grinding and filing, finally sanding her weld. She spun the clamp loose and held up the pipe to a camera for a close-up to show an absolutely perfect weld.

Phil asked us to put everything away the same as we did on a job, so Sue and I cleaned off the table after coiling the arc lines. We shut down the compressor and released the air, as well as shutting down the generator and locking the cover down. When all the equipment was put back in the exact positions, I swept up around where we had worked, before Sue and I covered the truck. It was exactly as we had found it.

The video guy said he had great stuff and could make a really good fifteen to thirty minute video.

We pulled the truck out and parked it in its place so the frame guys could go to work. They were all commenting how good Sue was. Tim was telling everyone that, between the two of us, he thought we were probably the best he had ever seen.

That was a nice compliment.

Debbie said she had a surprise for me. She handed me a faxed S&S order form for a hundred and four thousand dollars. This was an order for a custom truck. I whooped, grabbed Debbie, and gave her a hug. I bounded upstairs to show Tiny and Phil that we actually already had an order. The field guy apparently received the homemade brochure and showed it to a major contractor. He took one look at it and the list of accessories and said he wanted one bad enough that he gave us a purchase order with a fifty- percent deposit.

Phil said, "See, I told you it would sell. Maybe it is too cheap."

This would be easy; I called the Ford dealer to order the truck. I asked for the guy from the day before and he was not there so I asked for a sales manager. When I began to get stonewalled by the guy I was talking to I asked his name then told him to hang up, as I would not be doing business with him.

I went up to ask Tiny about his Ford contact. He called the same dealer but asked for the dealer himself. They chatted a couple of minutes before Tiny told the guy that our company was going to be buying quite a few F550 or F650 diesels. Tiny said he didn't want to have to shop, he wanted to be able to call and have the truck delivered to the utility body shop so it could be processed.

The dealer gave Tiny a price for the F650 that was several thousand less than the F550 I was quoted on yesterday. Tiny also got a price for the F550 but the dealer said right now, he had several 650s and would really work with us on them. Tiny gave him a P.O. and asked for his bank's transfer numbers so we could get the truck to the utility body shop today.

I called the various manufacturers for all of the equipment that went into the truck. I would have everything by next Wednesday. We could deliver the truck to the customer Thursday or fly them in to drive it home Thursday or Friday. I liked the fly them in idea, as we wouldn't lose any manpower days driving around the country.

Because all of my figures had been based on estimates that I had made, along with the gouging the salesman was going to do on the truck, our profit margin on the package was going to be obscene. The salesman was going to get a bonus for selling the first one.

Tiny said he had to apply for a motor vehicle dealership license as we would be selling the truck and delivering it with a certificate of origin. He said he had done the application online so it should only be a matter of rubber stamping everything.

He advised me that the attorney decided to incorporate S&S Enterprises and probably sell all of Steve Sharp, Inc. to S&S closing Steve Sharp out. The idea was that we were growing so fast, some anonymity might be good on my part. He said he had already had multiple BBB (Better Business Bureau) inquiries.

I told him that I knew nothing about how to handle business and I was in his and the lawyer's hands, so be nice to me.

Sue had visited everyone in the shop and was at her desk. She said this was the first time she actually was able to sit at her new desk. I asked her if she wanted to call some of the customers back about their orders, but she declined. When the phone rang, she grabbed it before Debbie could and began a long conversation. I couldn't tell who she was talking to until she finally said, "Did you tell them that a couple women built your motor and then a girl built your trike?"

She was taking to Gene. She finally hung up smiling. She said Gene was ecstatic as he had the pole on Sunday's race, plus his Busch car was blowing the doors off everything on the track. The NASCAR guys were already talking teardown again. If they did, they had to pay to get it put back together, and he said that it would be my two ladies who would be doing the putting back together.

He had said that Shawna could possibly be very busy building motorcycles for the egomaniac drivers. He wanted her to know she was supposed to charge through the nose to build for anyone else. Sue said she was going to tell the girls and Shawna what Gene had said and that perhaps I could take her home for lunch.

Sue and I went home for lunch and to the gym. Afterward, we lazed by the pool, getting some sun for almost forty-five minutes. I said that this was the vacation that I had in mind when I landed in Tampa a couple of months ago.

Sue said to me, "I don't want anyone but you for a while. It's a lot of fun to play with everyone, but I'm going to have your baby and I don't want even a sliver of a chance that anyone else might contribute to helping make that baby. You have a lot of women to take care of, with Sandy and Mandy crazy for you. Those two have become very close to me for some unknown reason. I want them as part of our lives, but separate too. They're going to be aunts when I'm a mom. Are you going to be able to handle being a dad, or are you going to be like Uncle Ben and dodge your responsibilities?"

"You are mine, Sue. That I'll be a dad someday is a really good feeling. You'll have to kick me out because I'm sticking with you. You're all I need in life."

We kissed softly then wandered home. I went back to the shop to be surrounded by Debbie, Phil, Judy, Ruth, and Tiny. They were going nuts.

Debbie said, "We have three more truck orders. Believe it not, we have three more truck orders, one boom and two standards. Three more, can you believe it?

Tiny said, "How does it feel to come up with a half a million dollar idea yesterday and see it gel today."

"It's only a little over four hundred grand, Tiny," I corrected.

"No it isn't," Debbie broke in, "the customer ordering the boom ordered another hundred thousand of welding equipment, saying we were giving better discounts than the manufacturer's rep."

Phil said, "See Tiny, I know where the price point should be."

"This is really exciting. But this means a ton of work to get all this done," I said shaking my head is disbelief.

Debbie said, "I've already ordered all of the equipment to put on the trucks, and the other equipment is being drop-shipped to the customer. Tiny ordered the trucks so all you need is a human to put everything together. The utility body company has everything in stock, so we will have the trucks Monday and should be able to ship Thursday."

Phil said, "Go think up something else for the guys to get rich on."

"We need a man to build out these trucks. The equipment has to be mounted and a few brackets made and welded in place. It will need to be painted where we weld it."

"You already have who you need," Debbie said, "Hank can do all of that. He went to body shop school and learned how to do everything with sheet metal and bodies. He became a painter because that was the job that was open. Unless you really start to sell a lot of these, he should be able to handle the painting and the trucks. I'll just give him the list of equipment, he can see how you stocked your truck, and make the new ones exactly like it. See, it's easy."

"If you say so, Debbie. Great idea."

I followed Ruth, Tiny, Judy, and Phil upstairs to get a cup of coffee. I asked, "So how has our week been this week? Did we do about half of last week?"

Phil said quickly, "You have to be kidding, not with new people in the field. We've done at least twenty percent more than last week."

Tiny said, "I don't have all the numbers in yet, but it looks like we did collectively more than thirty percent over last week with your truck stuff and Abe's rebuilds. The race car support orders are no drop in the bucket either. That group is doing near two hundred grand a week."

That got my attention. "Did the motors put us over?"

"That and the total productivity. The whole crew is putting out a ton of product. I know it's good product because we have yet to get a complaint, just compliments."

"So what do we do next week?"

"Easy, Steve," Phil was excited again, "I have a whole new market for the fixed generator business. I have two major government groups that are meeting with us Monday. The orders from those folks should beat this week. And our good friend with the welding supply house is due to give us the orders that he was talking about. The first orders have been received and accepted so he knows we are on the up and up."

Tiny was smiling broadly, "No where to go but up."

"You guys are bad. You have your head in the clouds. I need to get grounded. I gotta go down to the shop."

The mood in the motor shop was party time. They had produced four motors today and they all tested within a range too close to declare a winner. I told them that with their efforts, many owners and drivers were going to be singing their praises. They all had a fresh engine in front of them, but none of them wanted to lift another wrench for the day.

"Let's button up the shop and make it sparkle for Monday morning. When you're done, there seems to be a keg out on my patio that doesn't ever get emptied. I think you guys need to try."

The sheet metal guys were already cleaning up. I gave them the same speech and invited them to have a beer at the house if they wanted.

The frame area was spotless. All the tools had been put away and all of the frames that had been in progress were complete and either on paint racks or in a row at the back of the area. Tom was going over his inspections as I came up. He made a comment that he had only found one sort of bad weld all week and only one angle off by almost a full degree. He had cut it, cleaned it and re-welded it to get the correct angle. The first error was easier to correct and was corrected on the spot. He said he felt they were putting out perfect work and looked forward to not finding any errors all next week.

I repeated the offer of some free beer to everyone, but cautioned them that if they did not normally drink, to make arrangements to get home without driving.

Abe had his folks straightening and cleaning. He said he was proud of his men as they had really produced this week. Looking ahead, he thought his group would be very profitable for a long time to come.

I gathered them together and offered some free beer to them with the same cautions. Some were coming, some were not. All knew they were welcome. Abe said he would pick up Alice and be out soon.

Outside, I found the contractor who was presiding over a table with blueprints spread out on it. I told him that we were going to be totally out of his hair, as he had requested, for the entire weekend. He said he was going to surprise me Monday morning, as he had his crew, plus two other major contractors and crews were working this weekend to see if the building could be completed. I wished him luck as it was supposed to rain on Sunday. He said that would be fine as everything would be covered and the work would be inside. He asked me a couple of questions about offices and doors, before turning his attention back to the cranes snatching large pieces of siding and roofing from a huge pile.

I told Debbie to wind up what she was doing and straighten her desk. It was getting to be time to go. She had a long trip to make with Hank, and they needed to get on the road. When she said it was only four thirty, I told her it was Friday after a hell of a week.

My desk was straight, so I went upstairs to clear out the customer service girls and invite them to come to the house if they wanted.

I called Sue to see if she had called our little Greek restaurant friend and she said she had. He was already laying out all kinds of food on the big table. I knew he would put on a good feed for a bunch of hungry workers if he were offered to make a buck.

He was good at what he does, as Sue said he had a bunch of iced tea along with a big fifty-cup pot of coffee that he had not started yet.

I told Sue that some folks were going to be arriving within minutes, so she should get the park girls she had already talked to, to come be waitresses and cleanup folks for us.

Phil told me two of the road guys were coming back in this afternoon, as they were so successful that they had run out of order forms. I think they also wanted a taste of the commission they were going to receive. That meant, along with the road techs, the company now had over fifty employees.

"Pretty awesome don't cha think?" I thought to myself.

If fifty folks and their significant others show up out there, the place is going to get crowded. Sue had even made arrangements with some residents to help park cars for us, so we should be okay.

I snuggled my pickup up behind Sue's car and walked around the house. There must have been over thirty people there already.

Sue had invited any of the folks from the park that wanted to come, as well as all of the company folks. She had also invited Jan and Dell, along with all of the folks from Gene's place, and the Lakeland NASCAR team that was not at the races.

The kicker couple that had been invited was iffy as to whether or not they would show up, but we hoped they did because we wanted them to hear a couple of the announcements we were going to make. I was going give Ben what he would love most, a peek in the books of a company that has produced more in a couple of weeks, than some major companies wish they could do in a month or a quarter.

One of the things I had forgotten about when figuring on people, was kids. Most of the girls in Phil's group had husbands and kids. Several of the folks in Abe's group not only had wives, but some of the younger ones also had kids. Even a couple of the welders had kids. Two couples, that I wouldn't have thought to have kids, had two each. That was Don and Donna and Robert and Roberta. Good looking kids too; none of them had eight fingers or three eyes or anything like that. With twenty or thirty kids, there were probably over a hundred people milling around.

There was a very popular guy on the patio, the beer driver. He had stopped on the way home to check how we were doing on our present keg, only to find out we were having a party. He stayed to have some food and beer with us. He ended up replacing our keg as it ran out. With this many folks he should leave another in our shed.

Our Greek friend who was catering the party, was smart enough to have several cases of booze that he could pull bottles from as my stock ran out. With him supplying the bartender and a couple of local girls as waitresses, the party was being handled very nicely.

The patio was getting some good use. Some folks were chatting while watching the big TV, some were huddled around the bar, some were playing pool, but most were circulating among everyone, enjoying the camaraderie with their fellow employees and their families.

Ben and Beth showed up, not believing all the people that were there. I explained how the whole thing had mushroomed from just our group, to the employees, then to a few of our customers.

About nine, Tiny had everyone come in close to hear some announcements.

When everyone's attention was focused on Tiny, Phil, and me, Tiny started out with, "This party is to celebrate a few things, but also to inform you employees of a few items. Phil will tell you about sales, but first let me tell you about some of the benefits that are now in place for you.

"Steve has made sure that all of us have medical insurance. The very nice thing is that he has dependent coverage for all of us. Maybe that's why he has hired so many husband and wife teams. So if your husband or wife does not work for the company, have them apply, they may have a skill we can use and it'll save us a buck on the insurance.

"Included in your insurance package is a nominal fifty thousand dollar life insurance policy and the opportunity to add more at your own expense, and to purchase group coverage for your family if you wish."

"Another thing Steve had me work on is a real 401K plan for all of us. This year the company is going to match deposits of up to ten percent of your present income. That means if you make a hundred dollars and tell us to put ten of your hundred into the 401K plan, we will deposit an additional ten dollars in there for you. Since you guys make a lot of money, some of you can get a bunch of free money. Now remember I said this year. If business continues as has been, then the company will probably continue with the extra ten percent bonus money. The bonus money is not guaranteed forever."

"Where your money is being invested is important. Steve said he had always been treated well using the Fidelity funds so we contracted with them to invest our money into their funds. Please note the company is not the client of the fund, we, the employees are the clients. Each dollar invested represents a share, so each and everyone of you has a say."

The crowd was stone quiet, oohing and aahing with each announcement.

"That's all the goodies I have for you right now, other than Ruth mentioned to me that we have had one hundred percent compliance on our drug screening and we are listed as a drug free company. Congratulations to all you potheads for giving it up. Now Phil needs to tell you a couple of things."

Phil stepped forward and looked at everyone. "This has been a couple of the most exciting weeks of my entire life. When I met Steve, I felt some excitement about the future but had no idea how big it was going to be. As I met each of you, and marveled at your individual abilities and dedication to Steve's goal of perfection, I was amazed there are that many genuinely hard working people available. All of you in our shops are unbelievably talented and productive."

"I see the sales, know of the shipping and deliveries, and hear the satisfaction from the customers. Let me tell you about the sales. Last week, our sales were so far out, someone even made a bet that they couldn't be that high. If I were an outsider, I would have made that bet as well. But the outsider lost because we really killed them last week."

"This week, we hired more people to help us sell. They sold. Even though they were only in the field a couple of days, they were highly successful. One salesman said he had to come back to town this weekend because he ran out of order forms. That's as good an excuse as I've ever heard. I like it."

"Our founder, Mr. Sharp, or Steve, as you know him, came up with an idea the other day. He developed the idea, and with his assistant, Debbie's help, created a brochure. Tiny helped figure out how much to sell the idea for, then some of the hokey homemade brochures were sent out to the sales force. It was a good idea because it brought in a half a million dollars of orders in two days. I think that was a great idea. I personally hope he comes up with a few more."

"Abe's group got some recognition this week as well. While Abe's rebuilt equipment has been selling regularly, he had felt he was going to over produce and we would have rebuilt generators coming out our ears. That won't happen soon. Abe received an order for fifty big units. He had to go out and hustle to find equipment that he could rebuild. That would have been fine but, he then received another order for thirty-five units. So with his regular orders, Abe now has orders for over one hundred units, plus air compressor and multiple forklift orders. That deserves a hand."

Everyone clapped and hollered.

"The next group that is pretty unbelievable is the race car support group. They are producing frames that are now the benchmark of the industry. The sheet metal shop has so many orders the trucks that deliver the raw material, wait for a load going out to deliver the cut and formed panels.

"Then there is the motor and paint shop. Last weekend our motors were tested and approved by NASCAR. Our motor ran for twelve hours straight and at what most would consider peak RPM. The driver said the motor was just as responsive after twelve hard hours as it was when he started. We passed the teardown perfectly. This wouldn't be that big a deal except the motor shop now has enough orders that four teams can produce a motor a day each for the next three weeks and we still won't be caught up. Let's hear it for these folks."

Again loud applause whistles and hoots.

"Now the numbers. Last week we did an amazing amount, but the figures were skewed a bit from a couple of windfall deals. As most of you know we did over sixty-eight million in orders last week. This week we didn't have any big windfalls, but we did open some new markets, plus we had new salesmen and Abe had field techs that were now selling. In addition, we had Steve's idea that is taking off."

"This week we only did seventy-seven million in total sales."

There was an audible gasp. It was probably me, I couldn't believe it.

"When I asked Steve if we could do a couple of things to boost sales, he said he needed to get grounded and headed for the shop. If I can, if we can, we're going to exceed that number next week and the week after. If the manufacturers can keep up with us, and we can keep up with ourselves, we should reach a hundred million in sales a week in a few weeks."

Phil had calmed the audience with his sincerity about his intended effort to reach these unheard of numbers.

"Now, how about hearing from the guy that needs grounding, our boss, Steve."

I scratched my head and twirled my mustache. "What can I say to all that good news from two of our cogs in the wheel? Everyday is exciting to be a part of our group that is making something happen. That something is the pride of producing the absolute best there is. I'm proud of our folks, very proud. Each of you have taken my goal and worked hard to reach it. Each of you has felt my desire to be as perfect as possible and have been perfect."

"Only Tiny knows what's coming right now. He thought I was nuts but said I could do whatever I wanted for my people. To honor the extra effort that every one of you has given, I have a reward for you. This is going to be one whole month of rewards. For the next four weeks every person in the organization will have his or her wages doubled. If you get ten dollars an hour now, you will receive twenty dollars an hour. If you then get time and half for overtime you will then get thirty dollars an hour."

It was absolutely still for a couple of seconds then one person began clapping, then more began cheering, whistling, and hollering, until it I had to wave my hands for them to hold it down.

"Remember to watch the races this week as our motors are running Sunday. I'm excited to see how they do. Now everyone eat up, have some more to drink. There are folks here to drive you and your car home, so before you drive off on your own, check with us, your friends, to make sure you can get home safely."

Phil looked at me and asked, "Am I going to receive double too?" Tiny answered for me, "Even double commission for every sale. Steve said no exceptions. Every person gets double."

I went over to Sue, who was sitting with a stunned Beth and Ben. Ben said, "I'm not going to even say you're nuts. It's an understood fact. But then your group just produced seventy-seven million. At thirty percent that's over twenty-three million gross profit. You can afford it. Some of your salesmen are going to get so rich they will quit. I don't know how you did it but you obviously did. Congratulations. I hope you all get to that hundred million week."

I answered with, "The only way for us to maintain this sort of volume is to export and sell to a wider territory. We have been given permission to sell in a wider territory so all we have to do is to hire the outside folks to sell and the tech support folks for customer service. Of course it takes two people in the office to handle one in the field so that means more in the office as well."

Ben asked, "Where are you going to put them?"

"As we speak, the total office space is being quadrupled. New additions on each side of the existing building should be complete by Monday morning. The shop area is being extended by sixty feet as well."

"Is that in addition to the building you already did?" Ben wondered.

"Yep, we only increased plant size before, now we are increasing office space or rather space for cubicles as well as plant space. We are also going to have a training room and an auditorium for meetings."

"So do you know how many people you have working for you this week?" Ben asked sarcastically.

"I think it's fifty-two or fifty-four. I'm not sure how many field sales and field techs we have at this moment."

Ben shook his head, "That is totally amazing. It's really hard to believe you could do all this on your personal holdings and effort."

"I didn't do it by myself. Sue helped a lot. Abe helped me recognize a potential market. The big thing has been that opportunities have been there and we have just taken advantage of them."

"Was Tiny serious about letting me see the books?" Ben asked.

"Sure," I said with a smile. "Why not, what are you going to see but numbers? You can't steal any secrets looking at numbers."

"You know, I really don't need to see the books. I just couldn't believe you could do what was being told to me. Since then, I've had a chance to digest everything. I applaud what you've done. I'm proud to be your in-law. I hope I can make you proud of me."

Sue was very amazed at the turn around Ben showed. She went over to him and hugged him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Ben added as a last comment, "This is a hell of a way to promote good will among your people. The announcements were great and the bonus is even better. What will you do for an encore? I can't wait to find out. Great party Steve and Sue, it's very nice."

Sue said, "I thought he was nuts to try to put this together in a couple of hours, but he did. I still can't believe it all came together so easily and almost effortlessly."

Ben and Beth left, with us promising to come by Sunday for dinner and a pool game rematch.

By ten-thirty, all of the folks with kids had gone, and only a few driving folks were left. I made sure that they all had drivers to get home before sending them on their way. The Greek guy and the waitresses cleaned up everything leaving some wings and a tray of snacks. He wrote up a bill and Tiny gave him a check along with tipping his help and the waitresses.

The only folks left were Tiny and Ruth, Phil and Judy, and Sue and me. Our biker buddies couldn't handle the crowd and went for a ride. I went to the bar and made Sue and me our first real drink of the evening. We had felt it too important of an evening to let our senses get numbed or slowed, so we had waited.

Phil said, "I can't believe you gave everyone a whole month's pay as a bonus. Are you going to be able to afford it?"

Tiny answered for me, "Just keep selling Phil, just keep selling. When margins go down, as they will eventually, we won't be able to do something like this. This time next year, instead of fifty employees, we'll have over a hundred. Our numbers will plateau so our profits will stabilize as well. Knowing Steve though, I'm sure he'll come up with something exciting for us to do."

"Here's my plan, guys."

Sue leaned into me so she could hear me, as she didn't know what I had planned.

"We're going to let this thing grow on it's own to assume whatever size it needs to be. Our growth will come with new products and new markets. Look for opportunities, listen for opportunities, act on those opportunities. Let's let our luck run its course. Everything that's happened has been a little effort and a little luck. Let's just enjoy it."

"Sue and I are going to start a family. She's going to run her business and raise some carpet monkeys. I'm going to enjoy myself training and working with folks that want to be craftsmen. We are only accessing about two to three percent of that industry. I'd like to corner say twenty-five to thirty percent. That will take an easy ten years to do so there is another long-term plan."

"Phil, you have to train management under you that is as diligent as you are and who are as open with people as you are. Your success is because you are an open and honest guy. Of course you have Judy, that helps too, but she's doing her thing now and you're doing yours. Find your replacement so you can daydream about new markets, new opportunities, new products."

Phil and Judy left to go home, so Tiny and Ruth said they were done for the night and left.

Sue said, "Lets go up and get in the hot tub to relax a little."

When we came out of the house to walk up to the tub, Mandy and Sandy were in robes carrying towels. "Can we come too? We heard you say you were going and would love to go with you."

Sue kissed both of them and said "Please come with us."

In the tub we huddled together in the bubbles. Sue and I were between Mandy on my side and Sandy next to Sue. We three drank a beer while Sue had a can of Diet Coke. We sat in the tub calmly for over twenty minutes then decided to go back to the patio.

We all sat at the bar and chatted while having a last drink. Sue got up and stretched saying, "I'm ready for bed, would you two like to join us again? I really liked how you two snuggled."

We all went into the bedroom and snuggled together. Sue initiated some groping that continued till we were consummating our wedding vows once again. Then she went down on me to keep me up saying, "Now take care of my sisters for me, they need you too."

While I made love to one, the other made love with Sue. We continued until once again I was buried deep in Sue with a girl on each side, sucking on one of Sue's long nipples. One last come, one last long kiss, while I filled her with my seed.

We fell asleep tangled together, unable to avoid the multiple wet spots.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 55



Day Fifty-five - Saturday

Was this a bad dream? I was pinned down so well I couldn't move. There were heavy weights on both of my legs - I couldn't move either of them. My arms were pinned down as well. There was something that had a familiar fragrance over my nose, but something was tickling my nose. Something was tickling my dick too, and it felt damn good.

Ah, that was Sue's sweet smell. I took a lick. Her taste too. She was kneeling on my arms with her delicious pussy directly over my mouth.

As soon as I pushed my face into her pussy and latched onto her slippery clit, Sue gasped and gushed juices signifying her pleasure. The two mouths on my dick were taking turns swallowing me then licking my engorged head. As Sue rolled off of me, she began licking her juices from my face, Sandy mounted me saying her pussy need filling. She rode me hard before she collapsed, kissing both Sue and me.

Mandy pushed her aside and mounted me, sliding down till I was tight against the back of her pussy. She spent a minute or so ramming me into her cervix then picked up the pace and rapidly fucked me while kissing Sandy, Sue, and me. Her pace and all the stimulation did it, I shot deep into her, filling her with good old-fashioned sperm. There was probably enough to fertilize a couple hundred eggs, if they had been available.

Sue kissed me again and asked, "I hope you don't mind taking care of your harem in the morning. It's a nice way to start the day."

The girls went to the bathroom while I started two pots of coffee. I was surprised that it was already six-thirty. The two girls passed me in their robes as I went to the shower to join Sue.

"Aren't you a little jealous having those two do me at night, and again in the morning?"

"Not hardly. I really do love those two. We've become super close. I know how much you love me, so I couldn't be jealous. Besides, those two are two of the best pussy eaters I've ever met. When one of them is fucking you I'm having a sixty-nine with the other. I could never complain."

We finished lovingly washing each other, dried off, and dressed in shorts and T-shirt, ready for breakfast.

Glenda was in the kitchen busily making biscuits and sausage gravy. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek thanking her for the good breakfast that was on the way.

"You probably need it. I saw those two limping out of here this morning. Both of them looked like they weren't walking just right."

"Now Glenda," Sue admonished. "We just had a sleepover, that's all."

"Right, a sleepover with two babes that make google eyes at your husband whenever they're around him."

"Well, he is something special Glenda, you have to admit that."

"I wouldn't know, would I?" Glenda said with a smirk, but a smiley smirk.

Folk were coming onto the patio for morning coffee. Jim and Charlie were dressed for work, but their wives were in their signature T-shirts, exposing themselves as they put their feet up on their chairs. Poor Martin had to keep looking away, but was constantly looking back at the two exposed red furred beavers.

Joan and Betty came over in revealing gowns, saying their husbands were wiped out from last night's party. Sue said that she was sure it was the after party fun that wiped them out. Both girls blushed, but Joan said, "Something like that."

We were digging into the biscuits and gravy when Phil showed up with a big box of pastries. He and Judy went after the biscuits and gravy first, though.

Charlie and Jim said they had to get to work and left saying it looked like it might rain so they were going to take their trucks. Tiny and Ruth finally showed up, with Tiny wearing a big smile, and Ruth having a very contented look on her face.

Sandy and Mandy wanted to use my shed and tools to work on their bikes for a while so they left, and returned pushing their scooters over to the shed. They moved my bikes out and went to work on theirs, one at a time.

Phil asked Sue and me, "Did you two have a motorcycle accident or something? I notice that both of you limp. Not bad, but sometimes it's pretty noticeable."

Sue chuckled, "No, I was in a really bad car wreck. See these scars that are almost gone, that's what they're from. Those and these bad ones that are still on my leg."

Judy said, "He's never gotten below your tits. He doesn't even know you have legs."

Sue told Phil, "Steve was hurt in Desert Storm and was in the hospital getting fixed up for a long time. We're both lucky to be alive and to have found each other."

Judy asked, "Steve keeps saying something about being on vacation, what's that all about?"

I answered this one, "A little less than a couple of months ago I was on an oil platform off the coast of Belize. I was tired of no human contact and decided to take a vacation for a few months. I rented a little trailer from Abe and multiple things have happened since that now represent where you and Phil work."

"Phil, did you know all of this, about how new to everything Steve was?" Judy asked with a skeptical voice.

"I've heard bits and pieces, but with the way Steve's pushed everything since we came on board, I figured him as some kind of businessman that wanted a different kind of business. I really didn't know it was totally new."

Judy looked at Tiny, "Did you know all this?"

"I did, and I've watched him since he moved here. People flock to him, they want to be around him. Look at Abe, Steve has him acting like he's twenty. Martin will tell you, Abe was counting the days till he was pushing up daisies. Now look at him, chasing Alice around like they were kids again."

Judy finally got it off her chest, "I know I'm really glad we teamed up with you, Steve, but if I had known that you were a totally new start company, I wouldn't have let Phil come with you. You sure do surprise me, almost everyday. Last night you put me away. When you made your announcement to everyone about the bonus, I wanted to have your baby. Good ole' Phil has given me a couple, but last night I wanted you to give me one right then. I think half the women there would willingly have Steve's kid if Sue would let them."

"I'm going to have one first," Sue said, very firmly. "Then anyone else who wants one can queue up and let Steve give them one but I am first, period."

Glenda said a little under her breath, "You better watch your two little lezzie friends, they might beat you to it."

"Oh Glenda, stop that," Sue said, shouldering Glenda who was sitting beside her.

I wanted to finish this, so I just said, "I'm really glad that you two came to work with us. I didn't mean to mislead you, but I did need your husband's ability. If anyone misled you, it would have been Abe. He was the one who thought of you and contacted you guys."

"You're right, Abe was the one. I'll talk to him about it," Sue finished.

Tiny and Phil were going to go play golf while Judy, Ruth, Betty, Joan, Glenda, and Sue were all going to the mall.

I was going to clean up my bikes and wash my truck. I wanted to spend some time just doing normal stuff. I might even practice my pool game a little.

I also wanted to sneak down to the shop to see how they were doing. There was a ton of work to do in just two days.

When the girls all left, I changed the oil in the big bike and cleaned it up. Next I cleaned up the shovel, making it shine as well. After I washed the truck, I said I was going for a short ride on the shovel. Sandy wanted to ride along but Mandy said she still had some work to do on her bike.

We rode down to the shop and found they had already enclosed both sides and were working on the back of the shop. The entire rear of the building had been removed and was now being moved to the new rear.

I didn't want to interrupt them, so we didn't go inside to see how that was coming along. We rode over to Big Jim's for lunch. Jim always had good chili on Saturday, so Sandy and I had a bowl along with a beer, before riding back home with a big container of chili for Mandy.

I went into the patio area and turned on the TV to watch the Busch races and shoot some pool. Around three, Sue came home with the rest of the crowd. They had all enjoyed shopping, buying a few things to wear and for their men to wear. Sue had bought me another pair of Dockers and a nice shirt to go with them for Sunday wear.

We snacked on left over re-heated chicken wings and finally decided to have pizza later. After we ate, the motorcycle enthusiasts decided a ride was in order. We hit the clubhouse to say howdy, Big Jim's, the Vanishing Point, the club bar in St. Pete, down to Palmetto and on down to Bradenton. About eleven we headed back up I-75 going up to 301 to a place called Goldies that was another tiny throw back biker bar. Charlie and Jim knew a lot of people, but it wasn't as friendly as most of the bars we usually went to. Sandy and Mandy were really treated coldly.

We were back home by one o'clock in the morning. Just in time to begin getting sprinkled on. We put our bikes away and all had a drink on the patio, agreeing to forego the hot tub for tonight. Charlie, Shawna, Jim, and Hanna all left leaving Sandy and Mandy with Sue and me.

Sue looked at me and at the two girls, "Wanna stay the night again?"

"We do, but we've talked about it and think we're intruding a little on what you two have. Three nights in row might be too much."

"Stay with us tonight, tomorrow night can be my private night. I really enjoy having you help me go to sleep."

The four of us made love till after three. I was totally done while the girls could keep going and going and going.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 56



Day Fifty-six - Sunday

I woke amidst a tangle of legs and arms. Sue had her head on my chest while Sandy had her head on my shoulder. I would guess it was Sue who had a hold of my morning hard on, but I couldn't tell yet.

I needed to go to the bathroom really bad, so I uncovered and carefully slid out from between the two girls. Mandy was behind Sue spooning against her.

When I got out of bed I pulled the covers back over them before going to pee. When I came back the three were lined up with Sue spooning Sandy and Mandy behind her. Cute.

The clock said six forty-five. Oh well, if I had a chance I would take a nap later today.

I made coffee and sat out on the patio watching the rain come down. I turned on the TV to get a weather forecast. Before long Glenda came trotting over under her umbrella. Next came Ruth and Tiny sharing theirs. The two pixies came from Shawna's house, sharing a raincoat over their heads.

When Shawna asked where Sue was I said she and the girls were still asleep. Shawna was more direct then some, "My goodness what is this, the third night in row you banged those babes."

Hanna was bad saying, "You're wasting all the good stuff, shooting it up their nasty twats, when I could be sucking it right out of you."

Shawna punched her friend, "You slut, keep your dirty little sucking mouth shut for a little bit. Some people like to put it where it was intended."

Poor Glenda, she was staring at her coffee cup, blushing, shaking her head.

Sue came out of the sliding glass door, stark naked. She curled up in my lap saying, "You left me, why didn't you wake me up?"

I told Sue, "I didn't want to wake you. You all looked so sweet and comfortable sleeping."

Ruth, who was wearing a slinky robe that showed off her nipples said, "You just gonna go natural today?"

"It doesn't make any difference, you all have seen me before."

Sandy and Mandy came to the big opening of the sliding door, also naked. "You guys sneaked out on us and Sue has the only good seat in the house."

The two girls turned around and left coming back with heavy terry robes on, carrying another for Sue.

Glenda said, "I think there are some Danish left from yesterday if anyone's hungry."

Hanna jumped up and said, "Well if I can't get what I really like, I'll have to settle for something sweet."

"Slut," Shawna said.

"Potty mouth," Hanna said in return.

"Cocksucker."

"You bet your boobs, I am," Hanna finished the back and forth.

We snacked on the rolls and coffeecake before we all went on our way to do normal folk stuff.

Sue and I ended up in bed fooling around some more and fell asleep. We woke around eleven, took a long shower and got ready to go to her uncle's. I took my cue with me this time, so I could be at least comfortable at his table.

Dinner was good, the wine was great, Ben's staff was impeccable, and both Beth and Ben were in a good mood.

Ben and I shot two matches to best of seven. Both matches went to hill/hill, which means we had both won six games before a final deciding game. I won one and Ben won the other. Ben claimed the rain had him off a little.

Ego can be a real bother some time.

We stayed all the way through a light supper before heading back to the house. Sue and I stopped at the shop. There were only a couple of trucks left with lights on only on one side of the building.

The guys who were still there were two painters and the contractor. He was going over places that needed touchup. Sue and I went through the other side both upstairs and downstairs. It really looked good. We checked out the big office and the new conference room. I liked the way it looked and I also thought the conference room where it was across from the big office was a good idea.

The addition on this side of the building was as large as the other so we had added a ton of room.

We walked out into the shop. There were sawhorses with string and a wet paint sign where the new part of the shop began. We would have to extend the divider between the frame and sheet metal area but that would be all.

That was all except that now we would have to hire and train more people. But more tradesmen would take care of the backorders until new orders put us under again. I was thinking of using the back part of the sheet metal shop as a place to build or put together the new trucks. If the orders continued, we would need a place to stage them. Now Abe could have six more men and Shawna could have three more sets of techs. We should really be able to increase our production.

We said good evening to the contractor and headed home. Debby and Hank were back from Georgia saying it sucked that it was raining, as they couldn't go for a ride till at least tomorrow. Someone had bought cold cuts and cheeses for sandwiches. The food went great with a beer, or in Sue's case, a rum and Diet Coke.

Sandy and Mandy were bragging that one of Gene's people won the race today and the other was running third till he got tangled up with another car. He ended up being able to come in seventh, which wasn't too bad at all.

Shawna wanted to say something and had her hand up. I nodded to her and she said, "Before the race, when they were interviewing the drivers and the owners, they showed the bike with Gene on it. They had some real close ups of it, including our logo and my name. Gene said the same shop that had started to build his motors, built the bike. They showed his car up close twice in the winner's circle. You could see our logo. Imagine that, we were on national TV or at least our logo was."

Sandy said, "Kurt and Carl called earlier saying that we were going to be covered up with orders now that one of our engines won a race. I don't know whether that's good or bad. We can't work any faster."

"Not to worry, Sandy. We will build only quality at the pace we need to build them, no faster. We have room for three more teams to build motors if we can find them. Or perhaps you guys would like to train some kids from ground up."

"You mean like apprentices?" Mandy asked.

"Yep, would you like that?"

"I think so but I would want someone who had been to a technical school already. I don't want to have to teach them how to hold a wrench."

"Why don't all of you talk about it and call a tech school. You guys can interview them and see if you can find partners. The way it's working right now is too good to mess with."

"We'll do it." Shawna said thinking how much her shop was doing, but could do even more.

Everyone went home by nine. Sue and I straightened up and went in to watch television in our living room. This was only like the second time we had even sat in the room, much less watched TV in it. When the patio was full, some people had come in to watch TV in here, but we had not ever made it into the room.

We only lasted a half hour before we were ready to go to bed, saying we could watch TV in there just as well.

The TV was never turned on. Sue and I turned each other on while snuggling under the covers. We made love till we I couldn't get it up any more.

Before falling asleep, Sue said, "I miss our snuggle partners. They kept my other side warm."

I don't think I could have taken care of the two girls tonight after loving up Sue as much as I did.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 57

Day Fifty-seven - Monday

I woke with a nipple in my mouth and my face resting on another of the fabulous twins that grew from Sue's chest. We were cuddled together with me lying between her legs. Both of her knees were up high, the one under me high enough that her thigh cradled my chest.

My morning growth was touching the moist promised land, just peeking inside to see if it was welcome. I didn't move or do a thing, Sue groaned and rotated her hips sinking me into her depths. The act made her eyes pop open.

"Oh, you nasty boy, what are you doing to me so early in the morning?"

"So far my love, I've only laid here while you sunk yourself onto me. You must have felt like you needed this or at least wanted it."

"I do, I do, I want you to put it in me, I want you to fuck me, fill me up with all the little wiggly sperm you can give. Keep me full of that stuff until some of it finds that special egg that's going to be our first baby. Oh that feels so good, yes make me come, fill me, yes, yes, oh my God yes."

Hearing Sue beg to be filled while coming triggered my balls to squirt her full of my juices. She wants sperm? She's getting it, lots of it.

Hard to believe we came so fast lying on our sides, just waking in the morning. The intensity made us both shudder with the instant excitement our coupling gave us.

After some loving kisses, we slid from bed to go to the bathroom for Sue, and for me to start coffee. Our shower together was gentle and loving, both of us probably thinking that our intense lovemaking was going to spawn our first child soon.

Sue must have been feeling sexy as she put on one of her sexy robes that tantalized any viewer. As we went out to the patio, Joan and Betty came, also wearing sexy things. Even our two playmates, Sandy and Mandy showed up with sexy loungewear.

Good thing I had jeans on as my zipper was being tested. Ruth came slinking over in one of her see-through gowns that showed she was keeping up with shaving her pubic area. Tiny was following her, having a difficult time walking because he too was excited by the views.

Phil and Judy showed up at six-forty with both breakfast sandwiches and donuts. Food is bait for the guys as Tom and Al, followed by Charlie, Jim, and Hank, then Martin showed up. With the girls showing off this morning, the exchanges were full of innuendo and teasing. Debbie imitated Shawna in a T-shirt full of strategic holes. Shawna's T-shirt was short but Debbie's was shorter. There was no doubt Debbie was a natural redhead.

Joan was saying that she had several new styles of loungewear that she wanted to show us so she could give them the HOT test. I bit, "What is the HOT test, Joan?"

"Oh Steve, you know, the "Hard on Test."

The group erupted in lots of laughter. The weather lady on TV said it was going to rain some more today even though it wasn't raining yet this morning. Since it really didn't affect what we did for a living one way or another, no one cared except that Jim and Charlie wouldn't ride to work, they had to drive.

Sue said her group was going to have a very busy day as they were getting ready to put out another catalog. This one was going to be for all sizes, not just the big girl sizes. She was going to publish it under the original name and also their new name for all sizes, "Intimacies." She says that the name may change if they come up with something better. So far the only product they had for all sizes was what Sue and the girls were calling playwear, loungewear. If it was like what they were wearing this morning, it sure was playwear.

Sandy and Mandy said they had been talking to Kurt and Carl and thought they might have some people that could be good for their group. The nine people in that department would collectively interview and decide on any new hires.

Tom said he had six more candidates to interview but would let his best techs help him make a decision.

Al said he might need one more man but thought that with our new program of selling replacement panels instead of full sets, he wouldn't need as many people as the other departments.

My big concern was Abe. He needed to come up with more folks. I wonder if there are more of his type of people out there unsatisfied with their place in life.

Ruth told Glenda that she was going to need her to help find furniture and decorate the new buildings. I told them that the place was ready for us so all we had to do is fill it up.

By seven forty-five everyone in the company was exploring the new office areas. The side on the right as you entered the showroom was going to be all sales. The top floor was mostly open so modern cubicles could be installed. The bottom floor was going to have a very large lunchroom in the back with a cubicle area in the front. Outside sales folks would each have a cubicle assigned to them so they would always have a place to work when they were in the office. Since they were going to be working with the customer service order clerks, I wanted the sales people's office areas mixed in with the clerks.

On the left side of the show room, the front of the first floor was built as an auditorium for training. The plan was to have a large screen at the front with a small raised area for instructors to speak from. My thought was this was going to be used for employee meetings and big presentations, as well as teaching.

The rear of the first floor was designed for cubicles for the road technicians and their support staff. This was an area that would grow rapidly.

The second floor on that side was pretty much going to be cubicles for billing, accounts receivable, and any other group that Tiny may need to keep us rolling. We could possibly end up with more accountants, as well as our own legal counsel, if we found we needed one.

The way the big office and the conference room were now divided working out nicely. The big office was still really big while the conference room now took on a more intimate atmosphere. At the end, opposite the door, folding doors covered an area that was for a large TV and video screen for presentations both internally and for sales.

There should be enough room for our long-term growth. We could house two hundred more employees easily. I didn't think we would be doing that anytime soon.

The shop was now huge. When you stood up by the front near the showroom door, and looked to the back, the place was massive. The contractor had the place well lit so there were no shadows. He continued the roof with the sky light paneling along two panels over the two departments so when the sun was out, we received natural light as well. The sixty more feet might have been overkill as the place was now really huge.

Abe was excited, saying he had calls out to several people that he would like to come to work with us as both inside re-builder mechanics and outside road technicians. He said he was planning on filling up his work areas by the end of the week as he had a ton of orders to fill. I discussed with him how his road people would now have desk space, and he needed to consider how some inside people could assist his field people. He said he would work on it.

The contractor said that he was going to work on the divider in the shop this morning while a flooring company was installing carpeting throughout the two new areas. He said the telephone guy had pulled cable all weekend and was ready to install phones, as we needed them as well as data terminals. I told the contractor that Tiny and Phil were going to direct that stuff; all I had to do with it was to make it happen.

Debbie was paging me to come to the front, so I walked into the show room meeting a very recognizable Winston Cup driver. He introduced himself and asked me to come out and look at something with him.

The man had driven a pickup with a nice trailer into the parking lot. He opened the trailer to show me a fancy motorcycle. It didn't have the appeal it should other than you knew it was expensive.

"I want my motorcycle to be something special, can you do that?"

"Let me get the person that will tell you, hang on a second and I'll get her."

I called Shawna and asked her to come to the front parking lot. When she came up, I introduced the driver to her and she didn't really recognize the name, as she wasn't very interested in NASCAR stuff.

She looked at the bike for a while then asked him what he wanted. Do you want to make it look nicer because there were several add-ons that he had that she said detracted from the bikes natural beauty and that the paint job was pretty dull, no pizzazz. He said that the bike ran like shit, the transmission was clunky and he felt for the money he spent, the bike should be a rocket and damn near glow in the dark.

Shawna said, "I can make it V-twin fast, but this is a big bike and you're not going to compete with the Ninja's out there, close but you won't win, the bike's too heavy. I can make it run nice, shift smoothly and ride probably a lot better than it does. You didn't buy a Harley; you bought a bike built by a company that uses all after market and imitation Harley parts. Like I said, I can make it Harley fast and I sure as hell can improve on how it looks."

Shawna smiled at the guy, "It's not lunchtime yet, but why not take me to lunch in a bit so I can get to know you and build a bike for you. Steve, take him out to the house and show him your bike real quick so he knows what I can do. I have a couple people I have to talk to this morning before I can go to lunch."

"Tell you what Shawna, we'll leave his rig here and I'll take him out to the house. You come out and we'll have lunch out there."

I told Debbie I was leaving for a while and called Sue to have her ask Glenda to fix up some soup and sandwiches for a guest.

We drove the short distance out to the park. As we entered the front gate, he asked, "You live in a trailer park?"

"Yep, it's a long story but you'll see, I have it pretty nice."

When I parked next to the patio I think he got the idea that I didn't live in squalor after all. We went to my huge shed and I pushed the shovel out into the light. The muted sunlight, because of the clouds, made the paint sparkle, highlighting the metallic gold and silver figures in the flames.

He looked at the bike for a long time then said, "Oh my goodness, that is one nasty paint job. Actually it's not nasty at all, it's really erotic. Wow! The couples are blended into the flames." I showed him the two helmets and he said that was cool, a gold helmet for the women and a silver one for the guy.

The commented, "This is an old shovelhead, does it run good?"

I went into the shop and got the big bike out then wheeled it out. I handed him Sue's other helmet and put one on myself. I told him to be careful as the bike was fast and could get away from him if he cranked it on too fast when we hit the street outside of the park.

I turned on the gas for him and watched to make sure he put it in neutral before hitting the starter. He knew not to instantly rev the bike, to let it oil and warm up before we took off.

The big bike cranked and I led as we idled out of the park to the highway. We turned north and thank goodness there was no traffic. I knew what was coming as he twisted the throttle and the bike shot away from me like a rocket. He backed off quickly and I caught up with him to see him looking very sheepishly at me. He was nodding when I told him to hit it a little to see that it was really fast. He went down to second, screamed through third and fourth before letting up a mile ahead of me already. He let the bike coast while I caught up to him. I gave him the sign that we were going to turn around and we did. We rode sedately back to the house.

After putting the bikes away he asked, "Can she build my bike to go that fast?"

"Much faster, that's only ninety-eight cubic inches. Your motor will build out to a hundred and ten easily without weakening the motor. The way Shawna builds motors you'll have a big rocket that all your friends will envy."

"I can't have a paint job like yours, first my wife would be jealous and second, I couldn't ride it around the tracks. Whatever I have should probably be like Gene's and be race car related."

"Tell Shawna, she comes up with all her own ideas. You know that re-doing your bike won't be cheap right?"

"Sure, I'm good for it. I think she should probably stay under thirty though. Think she can fix me up around thirty grand?"

"I think so, I'll make sure she understands not to use to much real gold plating."

We both laughed at that. When we sat on the patio he asked if the fridge was a real beer cooler. I said it was. He asked if he could have a beer. I took a frosted plastic mug from the freezer and drew him a beer.

Glenda brought out some snacks and said that Shawna had called, said she was on her way and that she was bringing Charlie for lunch.

I explained that Charlie was her husband and often worked with her on projects, although she really didn't need him, as she was a licensed master mechanic. I decided to build Shawna up for this guy, "You know she runs the motor shop that is building those hot new motors you're hearing about. Like the one that won yesterday."

"That little redhead?"

"That's her."

About that time, Sue came out to the patio and gave me a hug and a kiss before I had a chance to introduce her to the driver. When I did, he became the typical guy and couldn't find Sue's eyes.

Shawna with Charlie pulled up and came in. Shawna introduced Charlie before we all sat down for lunch. Glenda acted the perfect waitress bringing us out soup and a platter full of sandwiches. The impression at first was that Glenda had made far too many until Joan, Betty, Hanna, and the new design girl came out to eat with us. Sue explained that she ran a fashion catalog business from here and they were in the midst of putting out a second type of catalog.

Glenda was eating with us, so the driver asked her if she were Sue's or my mother. She laughed and said no but she could be as she looks after us all the time. She said she was the first person that I had met when I moved in and we had been close friends since.

Shawna asked the driver a ton of questions. She even had him pull pictures out of his wife and two kids. She asked him to get her all the promo literature about him and his team he could get her so she could come up with a design for him. He was becoming excited with the prospect of having something that he could show off.

After lunch I drove him back to the shop where we unloaded his bike. Shawna fired it up and rode it around to her shop. I walked the man through the shops to the motor shop where he saw we were building four motors at the same time.

"Wow! You really are a builder," the driver exclaimed. "You even have your certificate from NASCAR hanging in here. Were those frames for our cars that were out there? And were those panels for the cars?"

I didn't want to tell him, but the certificate framed on the wall was a copy, not the original.

"Yes, on all counts. We have become a major supplier for Chevy frames and body panels. We are slowly working our way into Dodge and lately Craftsman series pickups. Hopefully we'll begin getting Ford business pretty soon."

"So a real motor shop is going to build me a bike. Let me get out of your hair. You've been very nice showing me around. I'll get you lots of bike business when I show off what you do for me."

I walked him up front where I had Debbie fill out a purchase order form and had him sign it.

The man drove away happy and anxious to have his toy back.

Debbie said that she had received six single motor orders from six different teams. One of them was another Dodge motor. She said she had ordered the factory crate engine already as she knew they were built specifically for NASCAR.

Gene had called, so I called him back to listen to the praise he had received over the bike. When he didn't mention the car that won the race I had to ask, "Is that trike more important than winning the race Sunday?"

He laughed, "No, the race is really why I called in the first place. If my other car had not wrecked, I think we would have finished one, two. As it was the wrecked car darn near made it back up front. I guess he figured your panel shop needed the business."

Next he told me, "NASCAR is in the process of tearing down the engine again to make sure nothing was added to it after the last inspection. Another team challenged us on it. When we get it back, can I bring it over so your folks can redo it for me? I have another of your motors that I'll put in the car for next week. I don't think we'll be torn down again after this week, but you never know."

"You know Steve, I'm sure we'll wear these motors out but you may be putting yourself out of business. Out of four cars we always lose at least one motor. This week we didn't and the drivers all say that the motors felt very strong at the end of the races. If your stuff goes through two races like that, I'll be real cautious telling everyone about how tough your motors are."

"Thanks Gene, someone's telling folks, as our orders are out of sight. We have even received two Dodge engine orders and have Dodge sending the crates right now. It's all you, Gene, thanks."

I told him about the driver who had visited with his bike and he said he sort of knew the guy would come around, as his bike was so unspectacular. Gene said more would come, just wait.

Tiny and Phil had been constantly looking into my office the whole time I was on the phone with Gene. As soon as I was off the phone, Phil came in with a CD and told me to put it in my PC.

A movie started that said S&S Enterprises presents, next a picture of the big truck comes on sitting right in front of the big S&S logo on the shop floor. The guy had done something to completely wash out the background. Instead of the shop, the background was a solid blue background. The video guy had walked completely around the truck so the viewer was able to see the entire truck.

An announcer was giving information about the equipment stored on the truck and said to watch how easy it was to set up in the field.

The scene changed to see me, followed by Sue, get out of the truck and begin opening the table. As soon as that was set up, we erected the big awning. The film didn't show us removing every item, but was kind of a time lapse till you really had an idea of what was in the truck.

Again throughout the set up the announcer was constantly naming pieces of equipment that was provided on the truck.

The last scene was film from the TV station of the courthouse stairway. When the scene came close to what was on the newspaper photo, the picture changed to the photo and remained there until the announcer invited the viewer to call an eight hundred number to order one of the complete packages. The picture changed to the S&S Enterprises logo with the telephone number.

I was impressed. Phil said that we had a thousand CD's and another two hundred videotapes. He felt the salesmen and field technicians would really do a great job with the presentation package.

All I could think of was I needed someone to put these things together on a permanent basis. Hank wasn't going to be able to keep up and paint at the same time.

Phil was making arrangements for the folks who already bought a truck to fly in so they could drive their truck home. One company wanted the truck delivered so we shipped it on a flatbed with some rebuild items going that way.

I made a pass through all the shops to see what was going on. The new divider was complete with a twelve-foot break in the middle for easier access for a forklift or hand truck between areas. Abe's shop now had workbenches on both sides of the new area ready for the new men he was interviewing. He was really amazing for someone who had retired and had begun a second career. He really was too young to retire, as he wasn't old enough to receive Social Security for a good while yet, so this should help him in a long run.

Tom was testing six guys with the anticipation of hiring four of them now. He had already ordered the extra welding units, safety gear, and tools. I think Tom and Al needed to hire sufficient help as that all they were going to be able to do is check work and order supplies. If they kept up with their men, and made sure we were one hundred percent on quality, then their wages would be covered.

Shawna had a new team that had been recommended by Carl and Kurt. Apparently they were a couple similar to Carl and Kurt and had been discriminated against pretty harshly during some of their past employment.

The new guys were laughing at Shawna, Sandy, and Mandy as the three girls said they thought they were better able make guys happy than the guys could. When I came in the two new very effeminate guys blushed, being caught talking about stuff like that at work. I told them that they could talk about anything they wanted as long as they didn't offend anyone working with or around them. There was another rule that I felt was very important. Absolutely no hitting on others of either sex while at work. Talk to prospective fun partners after work, outside the building.

I joked with Sandy and Mandy that they needed to find a couple more female technicians for builders because they were now outnumbered in the shop. They nodded at me, and Sandy asked, "Would you have a problem with a couple of real dykes. We know of a couple of real butchy girls that are excellent mechanics. They would be great for a shop like this, other than they are a little aggressive toward women sometime."

"If they abide by the same rules that I've made for everyone else, they can try to seduce anyone they want, just not here during working hours," I told her very emphatically."

"We'll give them a call this evening, and see what they think. Mandy has a father-son team she wants us to talk to, as well as a couple of deaf guys that might want to come too. That would fill us up. Just think of all of us pumping out eight motors a day most of the time."

Shawna had the driver's bike torn down already with the motor and transmission on her bench. She said she was going to totally strip the bike so she could repaint the frame to give it some character. She said she had some ideas and would just let them gel a few days before she began giving the bike some character and pizazz.

Folks were beginning to clean up. The new men in the motor department were at first reluctant to make everything straight and spotless before going home, saying they would lose time this evening and in the morning. Shawna told them that I was a stickler on making the shop perfectly clean every night because it was nice to come to work in the morning to a shiny shop.

Up front, Debbie said we had a pretty decent day with orders but it seemed that the field techs had created the most business for us with the race car support group. The techs were calling on businesses that had some kind of racecar and were promoting our frame and engine building group. She was amazed that a little shop would pay so much for an engine just to race with. She also said we were going to have to dedicate a guy almost exclusively to build open wheel frames for sprint and outlaw cars.

Tiny had added on to our product line by including a couple of manufacturers that sold all of the steering, suspension, and brake components along with seats, safety harness, and gauging equipment. He said that with the extra catalogs, a guy could order everything from us to build a complete car. I didn't know how well the accessories would sell but it was worth a try.

Phil had added other body shop equipment to our line-up, including lifts and racks. He said the Snap-On guy was working with him to help develop a full line of equipment for that segment of our business.

Phil said he was also getting close to selling a very large order of fixed backup generators for use in the United States. He had picked up two more lines of equipment to sell and was working out factory support for the new lines.

Phil also said his girls had been busy mailing out over five hundred of the new welding truck movies. I would have thought it overkill but the five hundred were going out U.S. wide, not just within our territory. Phil felt like he had a good chance to sell the trucks way out west because we offered free delivery. He and Tiny had put various ads in several trade magazines to begin covering the other areas we wanted to sell in. Tiny said he had ordered a boom truck for us to use as a demo and for another video.

Debbie had her desk and my desk neatly arranged for the next day. She had taken to heart that I wanted everyone in the company to leave the place looking nice so we would be happy to come to work in the morning.

At home on the patio, everyone was enjoying something to drink while watching the rain again. The girls clustered talking girl stuff while the guys did the same talking about guy things. Some couples like Martin and Glenda were almost always together on the glider and Phil and Judy at the bar with Tiny and Ruth. They had their drinks and watched the evening news and financial reports.

I enjoyed spending time with Hank, Charlie, and Jim, bullshitting about bikes and their day. Tom and Al joined us often although they were not interested in motorcycles. The latest was Hank's plan to redo his bike soon. He figured that with their two salaries being doubled for a month, they could put aside a few thousand to build his bike into something special.

Tonight was Sue's turn for supper and she wanted steak so she had gone to a local shop that sold entire slabs of meat and cut it to order. She bought big slabs that were cut up for New York strips. She had already doctored them up with the seasoning I liked and had them soaking with Worcestershire sauce. Getting twenty steaks cooked to everyone's taste was a trick. The steaks were big enough and good enough that if I was off a little, no one complained. I'm sure that baking twenty potatoes was a trick too.

After supper, a couple of card games began, a couple of chess games appeared, while some watched TV, and some of us played pool. Martin was a good pool player taking on most of the others. My time on the oil platforms had made me pretty good so Martin and I had some excellent matches.

Around nine to nine-thirty folks wandered off to their homes, leaving Sue and me, with Sandy and Mandy, kicking back at the bar watching TV. When Sue asked them if they wanted to stay over they jumped on Sue giving her hugs and kisses. Sue told the girls to go lock up their trailer and bring a robe or something for in the morning.

While they were gone, I asked Sue if she thought the girls might be getting too close to us. She said they couldn't get too close to us. If she had her druthers they would just move in. She didn't know why but really enjoyed having them underfoot. She hugged me and with a kiss saying, "And under you."

We went to bed early after all of us showering. I was the dedicated wash person giving each a shampoo and a gentle body wash. By the time I finished the last person who happened to be Sandy, the hot water was running out. I rushed through washing, and the girls took turns brushing out each other's and my hair.

I have a very sensitive nose. Sue has a distinctive delicious smell to me that sends me to zombie land whenever she's radiating. The other two girls have a decent scent as well, but not anything like Sue's. If I do a good job on Sue, she will squirt her juices, covering my face. The other girls get wet, but they don't dump juices like Sue does.

Eating pussy is one of my favorites, playing with breasts is right up there too, especially with Sue's big breasts and long nipples. I like to fuck like all men like to fuck, but I would prefer a slow pace to being a rabbit and/or thumping a girl into the mattress.

I like to feel a wet clutching pussy slide slowly against the sensitive head of my dick and the shaft. When a woman begins to come, the quivering and clutching can only be felt if you're slowly sliding in and out. Often times the slowness extends their orgasms until they beg you to come. The best part is that I can last almost indefinitely if I can set the slow, deep, pace. If I'm slow, when my long dick bottoms out, it teases inside the pussy instead of hurting the receiver. I like that a hell of lot more than banging away trying to get off.

Sue wanted to be made love to by all of us first. I think that's why she likes the girls so much as she loves three mouths doing everything to her at once. She received all of the kisses she could stand. She was kissed, licked and pussy sucked till she was near nirvana before anyone had even touched her breasts. Then with me slowly sliding in and out of her sharing kisses flavored by her delicious pussy while the two girls sucked on a nipple, she came and came until she became almost catatonic. Her pussy clutching and the girls touching convinced my balls to place a giant load where it would do the most good.

As Sue recovered, both girls were kissing and sucking me back up, getting me ready for them. Sandy dove into Sue's pussy to lick and suck her to another quick orgasm then turned to Mandy to let her taste the combined juices from Sue's flavor added vessel.

Mandy received all of my attention until she was pulling me by my hair to get me up and get inside her. She wanted fast but I wanted slow so I began slow and let nature speed us up. Mandy came and came until she finally begged me to stop. Sandy rolled me off Mandy and climbed aboard sinking down on me until my dick was firm against the bottom of her pussy, her cervix.

She did me the way I love it. She slowly rode up and down on me until she would squeak, gushing juice. She kept this up as Mandy and Sue were in a sixty-nine next to us. When Sue and Mandy began devoting all their attention to stimulating her as she rode me, Sandy tripped off into a nerve clattering, tingling and quivering orgasm. Sue was squeezing my balls while Sandy was speeding up so my juices were soon squirting into one of our dear friends.

Sue and I kissed and were lovingly kissed by our two ladies until we drifted off to sleep cuddling together, Sue and I facing each other with a girl spooning each of us.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 58



Day Fifty-eight - Tuesday

I woke to soft kisses on my face and lips. I don't think any of us moved an inch all night long.

With another sweet kiss, Sue said, "Good morning husband, I love you more this morning than I did yesterday. I'm going to love you more tomorrow than today. You make me so happy, so fulfilled. I love you."

My lovely wife is hugging me and kissing while I feel the public hair of a naked girl behind me rubbing my butt. The hand that is across my loving wife holding my butt is not that of my wife. Now that is disconcerting.

The girl behind me was kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder. The girl behind my wife was kissing her on her back, as well.

Sue turned to lie on her back and held Mandy to her, kissing her saying, "I love you too, Mandy."

Sandy had turned me on my back and was laying on me, but had leaned over to kiss Sue too, who told Sandy she loved her, as well.

When Sandy settled on top of me, Mandy crawled across Sue and was kissing me, trying to push Sandy off me so she could get a full body hug too.

It was time to get going so I said with some enthusiasm, "Let's get this show on the road. Time for a shower and to get ready for another great day."

While I started the coffee, the three babes must have had a conference, as when I opened the door to the huge shower, the three were lined up, their backs to me, leaning against the wall and presenting me three very nicely rounded butts to explore.

It took me a couple of minutes to caress each of the delicious looking backsides before I snuggled up to the one on the left and sunk into a very wet Mandy. I thumped her untill she grunted and gasped before switching to Sandy on the right, not slamming into her, but giving it to her with some nice body slaps echoing in the shower. When she became weak-kneed from coming, I entered Sue's oily treasure. I slid back and forth slowly, building up speed until she was gasping and clasping her pussy hard around my dick. The stimulation was complete and I shot her full of my stuff.

I was kissed by all three and thanked for the morning wakeup as we all rushed through washing and dressing for the day. The rain had stopped and every bird in the area was in the yard digging for worms. I told Martin we needed some birdhouses and feeders so we could hear them singing like that every morning.

Everyone had some plans for today, except me. I had to go to the county for some additional licenses that Tiny found out I needed. Our legal eagle had found out about everything and had filled out all the necessary applications for me. All I had to do was to stand in line and exchange my approved paperwork and money for the licenses. In addition, I had the motor vehicle dealer license to hang up in the showroom.

Tiny was having his old accounting firm audit our processes to make sure we were not forgetting anything having to do with regulations, taxes, and employment. They would nit-pick us and we could correct something before it became a problem.

Ruth, Judy, and Glenda were busy with decorating the office cubicles. The cubicle company had sent everything for an eight by eight cubicle. I didn't think that would be spacious enough, so I had the two guys building them put one together for ten feet and one for twelve feet, with two separate desk areas for the inhabitant. I liked that the best and had Tiny and Phil look at it as well. I ended up conceding to ten by ten, but only because the panels would work out for that. The folks would still have enough room for two separate work areas, and it would work out for the room floor space we had.

Abe was interviewing new road technicians, internal assistants, and technicians to be builders in the shop. To me, they all looked good, but he kept some and discarded more. He liked having a doorway into the new office area from his shop so he could go and come as he needed to, without walking around to the office area and going through the showroom. He was assigning assistants to cubicles that were close to his access door, with the cubicles farthest away to the traveling technicians. It was looking as if Abe was going to make use of the new facilities the fastest.

Debbie said she had already explained what she did to the auditors and showed them the order entry procedure, along with the total of items that told her when it was time to order materials. She said they spent most of their time asking about your education and background.

I told Debbie that it was time for me to go home for lunch, so I left for the house after giving Sue a call.

Sue and I went to the gym to use the weights and machines for a little over an hour. We went home, had a quick lunch and went up to the pool for some sun. This was a nice interlude for us during the day. We were able to have a private conversation and give each other our undivided attention for a few minutes. After a hot thirty minutes, we swam hard for fifteen minutes, went back to the house for a quick shower, and back to work.

A check around the shops found everyone working hard on their various projects. Tom had Bob doing a couple of bike frames and he had the prints for a truck frame. Tim was about halfway through building a couple of outlaw frames. Tom was busily checking angles and lengths so the guys could work on through, instead of stopping to double-check. He was acting the part of a good supervisor, keeping close check on all the work while assisting in their productivity.

Shawna had the new pair of militant lesbians unloading their tools. They were not that rough looking, nor did they act like they were going to be a problem.

When I helped with their big tool chest, one of them said, "Who asked you to help. Don't you think we two women can do this?"

"You probably can but if I give you a quick hand you're probably going to get to work faster. I need you building a perfect motor, not straining your backs getting ready to work."

The other one stood up straight with her hands on her hips and stood looking at me. "You must be this Steve guy the Andys are 'Ga-Ga' over. I think we would rather meet your wife from what we hear, but you seem to be an okay guy. Thanks for the help. Just to let you know, I don't care who you are, I don't get on my knees for anybody, and that includes you, boss."

I smiled at her and gave her the okay sign with my thumb and forefinger. She smiled in return.

For a couple of true militant feminists, I thought that went pretty good. I thought it was funny the way the two referred to Sandy and Mandy as the Andys. Sue would get kick out of it too.

Shawna had the motor apart, frowning. She told me that for an almost new motor it was near shot. She said she would have to rebuild it from scratch in order to get it up to our shop standard. I smiled at her and said, I loved that she was perfect. She laughed and went back to work, saying that total rebuilds just add too much time to the job. That's what made her mad.

I went upstairs to the big office and looked to see if a TV had been put into the cupboard across from the desk. Sure enough, a big TV with a VCR and CD player were in there. The bar next to it was well stocked. I looked into the good-sized office fridge and found a big selection of beer and soda along with ice and water. This could be a nice place to hole up in when I needed a place to think.

While sitting in the big comfortable chair, I made a few notes on the pad on the desk, trying to put an idea I had into perspective. I called Gene and asked him if he knew a driver that had retired and perhaps still needed a job. A crew chief would be good, perhaps even better. He gave me some names and phone numbers. I told him a little of my idea and he thought it had merit and could see how we might be welcomed at a track on race day.

Knowing the dimensions of a big trailer, I jotted down space requirements and decided that if we took an existing cargo trailer, and designed how we wanted it to look, we might get a better reception.

I called the crew chief that Gene had recommended. Since he lived in Tampa, I asked him to drop by after he had talked to Gene. I had an idea how he might get involved with racing again without being under the strain of being a crew chief.

An hour later I was still puttering at the big desk when Debbie showed a guy in the door, introducing him as the fellow I had talked to on the phone.

I came around the desk and had him sit at the table. I offered him a drink, soda, beer, whatever. He said he would enjoy a beer, so I got him a beer and a bottle of water for me.

I didn't do any getting to know you stuff and barged right into my idea. We would make a truck into a type of retail store for race car teams. We would have a couple of NASCAR certified engines, lots of sheet metal, and maybe a frame. We would carry an assortment of items that crews had to scrounge for at the last minute such as fuel bladders, special tools, gauges, nuts and bolts, plus brake, steering, and suspension components. If someone wrecked, we could supply most everything they would need, even some things they wouldn't need, but would want anyway. I figured one engine sale would buy the truck, trailer, and the people to man it for a month. We would have a little gas golf cart that they could drive around to the different teams and hand out brochures of what was available.

While explaining this, I said that a recognized crew chief would give our store credibility. If a car wrecked or blew an engine during time trials or practice, our store would be right there to help put the car back together.

I asked him what he thought. He said that most teams carry some sheet metal, but often wait untill they get back to their own shop to put new sheet metal on. He did say that several of the items I had talked about were always being traded or bought from each other. He said that if the teams knew they could just walk up and carry it away, they would probably buy it direct.

He said that the only way to know would be to experiment. I told him that I was willing to try by building a rolling store and taking it to the big races for the rest of the season. I also told him that if this works, I would have more truck stores serving the other race venues, such as truck races that were held at a different track. That way a trailer could have race vehicle specific items.

He said that he didn't think that the store would really pay for itself. When I agreed with him, he looked at me strangely. I said, "By getting us in front of all the teams, using the ones who have bought from us as referrals, we can draw more business from all the different makes. So far, I sell a ton of Chevy stuff. I have just started selling Dodge components, but no Ford product has been requested. My thoughts were to have two Chevy engines and one Dodge motor on the trailer. I could probably get an appropriate Ford crate and build it to spec, but they may be tough to get into as a group. I'll just let them ask me for one before I build it. I will have sheet metal for all three, though."

"To do this right, if you were to do this, you would need a partner. I'm sure you know of a crewman that has retired but would still like to be a part of race day."

He nodded.

Finishing up I asked, "So, if you want to do this, you and I will agree on a salary, you would need to get in touch with the guy you're thinking of, and help me design and stock the store. You know what components and tools we would need to carry."

The man got excited, so I had Tiny call the big truck leasing company with the racing background, and I called the trailer company for a trailer to modify. I gave the trailer company a P.O. and the company credit card and asked them to deliver it.

The ex-crew chief's name was Gary, and the crewman he contacted was Sam. When Sam arrived, I sent them both to Tiny so they could work out a salary. I never knew what was fair.

Tiny came in and asked me for a brief rundown of what I was doing. He nodded and went back to Gary and Sam.

Next door, or rather down the street, was a golf cart sales company. I walked over to them and told them what I wanted. They showed me a couple of models and I settled on one that looked like a small pickup truck. This would be perfect to haul sheet metal. I paid for the overgrown toy and drove it straight to Shawna. I told her what it was going to be used for and that we should number it something like four nines or four zeros, but to paint it up with our Logo as if it were a race car. She said she would have Hank give it a base coat and she would work on it from there.

The two guys were making a long list in the big office. I got them both another beer, gave them a big pad of graph paper, and drew a little design where most of the side of the trailer hinged to go up, making a canopy, while the bottom part hinged down to display parts, tools, and toys. We would use a register with a credit card hookup, using a cell phone. That should do it.

Debbie called to tell me the new trailer was out back and that our Penske truck was also there. I asked the two guys if either had experience driving a big truck and they both laughed. They both still had current licenses. I measured the trailer and wrote down all the parts that I would need to reinforce the trailer side after making the side into an awning. It wasn't going to be that difficult but it would require some tricky welding.

Son of a gun, I do that kind of thing.

I told the guys to check out the tractor to make sure that it had everything they needed. They said it did, but asked if they were going to be expected to live in it when at the track.

"Nope, you guys can close up at night or, if you think you can sell more, take turns sleeping to keep the store open. You can stay in a motel nearby so you can use the little gas truck over there to go back and forth."

We took a tour through the shops, showing them the frame and sheet metal shops. When we went into the motor shop, there was a giant poster of Gene, his driver, and the car that had won Sunday's race. Gary and Sam couldn't get over the idea that we were building that many engines at the same time.

Gary said that Gene had told him we had one of the best motor shops in the industry. I told the guys we were a little back-ordered, but we would be in good enough shape to send them out with motors. While I was there, I asked Shawna to get two Chevy and a Dodge crate put together for me, with a full complement of NASCAR add-ons.

I told the guys to come back in the morning and begin setting up the truck. I found Hank and asked him if he were artistic. He said he was pretty good, not as good as Shawna, but not bad. I told him the job was going to be tough, but it needed to be done. I wanted the trailer painted a bright blue, then we were going to put random scenes of racecars and trucks on it, along with our logo in huge letters. I explained how the one side would be up in the air on folding poles as an awning while another part would fold down as a display mat. That part would need to be painted as well. All of the inside should be painted a solid white but he could do that after I opened the side.

I went to Home Depot and purchased thirty of the biggest hinges they had. I bought several long pieces of aluminum angle, as well as two hundred feet of three-quarter inch aluminum pipe.

Back at the shop, I uncovered the big welding truck and used Tim to help me. We snapped three lines and used one of those laser things to make sure the lines were level. I attached fifteen hinges on the bottom line, and fifteen hinges to the top line with the welders. Next, I used the aluminum angle to reinforce the top at each end and at the middle. Once I felt it was strong enough, I used the portable gas rig and used it to cut the middle line from end to end. I cut the bottom line having to score around the hinges as I went. I was pleased when I was done that the side swung down immediately. I next mounted poles, with hinges, to the sides where the awning would need to be held up. I elected to have three poles to see if they would hold it. I had to use a ladder inside the truck but I cut the line at the top, all the way down the side.

Before trying to put the side up in the awning position I used the cutter and sliced out a groove on the aluminum pipe. I fit the pipe over the exposed cut that I had made on the bottom, as it was really sharp. I tacked it on at first, then sighted it to make sure it looked straight. Next I attached more grooved pipe on the edge of the area that folded down and also sighted it to confirm it was straight. Now came the fun part. Using special wire, I welded a smooth bead from one end to the other. There was a weld on both sides of the trailer wall for the top and the bottom. I went for Tom and he helped me open the side of the trailer and prop it up on the three poles. Luck was with me, as the three poles would be plenty of support. I made sure the center brace was welded in firmly, then got out a grinder and cleaned up the welds so they were smooth. The trailer was ready for paint.

I told Hank that he could start anytime and, while I cleaned up, he brought out a portable compressor and a several gallon cans of paint that had just been delivered. He painted the top ends and closed side and had us close the opened sides so he could paint those too.

When he came out he said he would not paint the bottom as we needed to deck it with heavy duty plywood so we could build on it, as the trailer floor was so thin that we would punch a hole in it in a short time.

Abe came out to help Hank, as he had to use a forklift with a cage to paint the outside of the trailer. Hank said he would give it another coat in the morning.

I ran back to Home Depot and purchased enough marine plywood to cover the floor, along with some screws to anchor the plywood to the aluminum and steel floor braces. I didn't have a saw so I bought a circular saw, as well. The floor didn't take any time at all. I thought that I would carpet it with some of that indoor/outdoor carpet. It would look nice.

I found the contractor inside and told him that I wanted the carpet guys to put carpet in the trailer out back. He said it would be done first thing in the morning.

Shawna found me and said she wanted to do the tractor. She said she would stay tonight and do it. Hank was going to stay with her to help and learn how to use the airbrush. We pulled the big tractor into the paint booth so it could be painted without dust flying around.

Hank asked if we had any big lights that he could use to work on the trailer. I didn't, but the contractor did. The contractor set him up with enough light to make the whole block daylight bright.

The whole shop was still hanging around because I was still there. I told them they could all go home, as this was a special project I wanted to try out as soon as possible. That's why the push.

We all went home to beer and supper. Charlie, Sue, Debbie, and I went down to the shop with food for our painters. I was in shock when I saw the trailer. On both sides and on the back was our logo, and on the sides there were also some flowing lines of varying colors of blue that gave the appearance of wind flowing. There was a neat cartoon of a frame chasing a motor and pieces of sheet metal on both sides of the truck. In bold letters across the bottom was printed "S&S Enterprises, Inc. Race car Support Division." Pretty classy.

Shawna said to come look at the tractor. She made the tractor look like a race car complete with all of the decal looking things. Instead of a number, she had our logo and our eight hundred-telephone number. Above the driver's door she had painted "Gary" and said she really didn't know his last name or the other guys name yet. She could fix it later if I wanted.

She wiggled her finger at me to come to the back paint booth. The little truck was really dolled up with our logo and all the usual racing decals. Again she used our logo instead of a number. I had an idea that I should get them a cell phone and put the cell phone number on the little truck. That way they could be called to see if they had a part. I mentioned it to Debbie who said she would take care of it.

If we could get all the parts on the truck, and design some cabinets inside, we could be at a race this weekend. If nothing else it was all good advertising.

The time was getting late, so I encouraged Hank and Shawna to call it a day. We locked up and headed home to eat some more and enjoy a few beers with everyone.

By ten, everyone was gone, the patio cleaned up, and I was watching three women get ready for bed. Tonight we only played a little while and were sound asleep before eleven.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 59



Day Fifty-nine - Wednesday

There was a nipple in my mouth, but it wasn't a great big, long, nipple like I was used to, hmmmm. Something warm and moist was clutching my wiener, making it feel very good.

I did what a guy is supposed to do in a case like this; I sucked the nipple and thrust my dick deep into the moist receptacle. That elicited a sexy groan and a pussy that clutched harder.

Two hands pulled my face from the nipple and pulled me up to be face to face, mouth to mouth, lips to lips with Mandy. She kissed me more passionately than she ever had as she rolled me onto my back and sank me to her deepest depth.

Her hips began fucking me fast and furious, while she kissed and groaned and sighed, coming all the while. I was close when she froze, completely locked to me. "Don't come, put it in Sue, come in her, quick, put it in Sue."

She rolled off and Sue pulled me over her. She had me pushing into her until we were completely connected. Sue said, "Now that you're warmed up, make me a baby, fuck one right into me."

Sue began rotating her hips sending me in and out of her while we kissed. In a short time, Sue was giving me all the signs her satisfaction had arrived. I kept thrusting till I was empty, my juices overflowing her pussy.

We kissed, and separated, to have the two girls smother Sue with kisses saying they hoped this was the time. Sandy pulled me up, saying it was time for a shower. While she did her morning chores and started the shower; I made coffee, and peed. In the shower Sandy was all over me until I had her against the wall, coming continuously. When her knees began giving out, I sent a load up into her that was surprisingly large. Oh well, Sue already had a big load this morning.

What a way to start a day.

Shawna and Hank were still wound up from the expressive work they had done the evening before. They both said they would touch up here and there this morning, then shoot everything with clear to seal it.

During breakfast, brought by Phil and Judy, I had to go into detail with Tiny and Phil what the long-range plan was. They thought this would be great advertising within the specific market and should spawn business over the long term.

At the shop, the contractor was having the carpet guy cover the decking. He offered to have one or two of his cabinetmakers build counters and cabinets for the product we were going to have. I put more painted plywood on the part of the trailer side that folded down in order to show off specific equipment.

Gary and Sam had completed a long list, so I went to work to have the equipment delivered to the shop by early afternoon. The two guys set up the display, loading everything they could. Tiny came out with six dozen fancy T-shirts that featured the various NASCAR teams, but that also had our logo everywhere you looked. Tiny said we would have to give away any profit that we made on the T-shirts because we didn't have any licensing agreements for them. He had some T-shirts with a picture of a motor and our big logo on it. He said that those were legal and we could keep the profit from them.

He also had a big carton of ball caps to either sell or give away.

Gary and Sam were ready to go to the race site, so I told them to use all the influence from our customers they could to get a decent place to set up. On this first trip, they were taking their wives to make this first trip kind of like a party.

The wives showed up, with luggage, about four, loaded up and they were all off on a new adventure. The motors we wanted to take were taken from the ready to ship motors, so they were fully ready to do business. I hoped.

I had spent too much time on this idea, so I quickly checked with everyone to make sure I had not neglected anyone. Abe said his field men were exceeding his expectations, primarily because now that they could sell and receive commission for the sales, they promoted all of our product lines.

The surprising statistic was the field technicians had sold seven more welding trucks while the field salesmen had sold another nine. That means sixteen more trucks that Debbie had already ordered, and Tiny and her were in serious negotiations to get a better price on the trucks and the bodies.

She said one of the hang-ups was that the utility body company would not guarantee their quality. She was apprehensive that the ones we were ordering could be inferior. I told her I would take care of it. I watched the guys at the sheet metal department a few minutes, then asked Al if I might borrow Dan a while for a special project. I suggested he try to hire and train another man, as I might have a permanent job for Dan.

Dan and I went over the bed on our truck looking at all of the compartments and the quality of workmanship. I told him of Debbie's fear that we would be receiving inferior work because we were pushing them to get production up for us. I wanted him to go over all bodies, at their plant, before we accepted delivery. If there was a problem, we would give them opportunity to make it right before we would search for replacement bodies.

Debbie said the body manufacturing company had two bodies ready to ship, so we planned on visiting the plant to inspect the product first thing in the morning.

This day was done, so I checked with everyone, making sure there were no unanswered questions, and I was the last one out the gate, locking up on the way out.

The evening was pleasant, complete with a nice ride and a short hot tub party that Sue and I did not really participate in. Sue did get some extra nipple sucking, and her pussy was well-eaten, by the time we made it home.

I did a good job filling her up, putting her asleep with her tummy full of my wiggling sperm.

The girls helped me turn her inside out while making love to her.

It was nice that our two maidens knew how to take care of each other, as Sue and I were just a little stingy this night. We were all sound asleep by eleven.



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Chapter 60



Day Sixty - Thursday

I woke with my face against Sue's lovely chest. The softness of her breast was just the surface of how firm she was.

As soon as I shifted, she opened her eyes and kissed me saying, "I love you."

We slid from between our bedmates and began our morning routine. In the shower, I made sure Sue had a full donation of my half of the mixture needed to make the new life she wanted so much.

As we were drying, the sleepyheads came into the bathroom, peed, and got into the shower. I was dressed when they both came out of the bathroom naked, saying that I couldn't leave till I had thoroughly kissed both of them.

I kissed both of them until I was tented with the anticipation of more playtime.

The morning crew showed up a little droopy this morning. It always seems that if one was sleepy in the morning, everyone was dragging. Tiny called Phil and asked him to bring lots of sugary donuts, as everyone needed a sugar rush.

Phil and Judy were sleepy as well, so they welcomed the strong coffee and the sweet donuts and pastries.

Phil and Judy had a standing order for thirty breakfast sandwiches, so I had one of those too, filling up for the day ahead.

Dan and I took off for the utility body/bed company before eight. When we showed up without a truck to mount the bed on, I had to explain to the foreman why. He was perturbed that we would doubt their work, but showed us the completed bodies and left to call the owner.

The first thing we saw was the sloppy paint job. Dan thought that the steel for the whole box was thinner than the one we had. I had my note pad and took notes. The latches and locks were not the same as the ones we had received before, and were obviously inferior. This was very disturbing. I went into the showroom they had and picked up one of their brochures that had specifications on it as to size and thickness of steel.

I found the foreman and said we had to get something from our shop and would be right back. We went back to the shop and picked up some tape measures and a couple of micrometers to check the steel's thickness.

When we returned the owner was there with the foreman. He was equally put off that we doubted their work. I pointed out the bad paint, several sloppy welds of the diamond plate, and the inferior handles and locks on the compartments. Dan was taking measurements of the thickness of the various partitions and the body itself, finding they were made with fifteen to thirty percent thinner sheet metal. When I showed the owner his specs and what we had found, he turned red in the face, becoming belligerent, saying I ordered the beds and I would accept them as they were.

I told him that I would accept work that was comparable to the body that I had on my truck and the four bodies that he had delivered previously to us. He kept making up reasons why he couldn't do that, continuously threatening me with a lawsuit and a fat lip. Dan and I left after I advised the owner my attorney would be in contact with him.

On the way back to the shop, Dan said, perhaps I should build them myself as we had all the equipment. He thought we could improve on the beds in a couple of areas and make the compartment doors a little different in order to have them open and close easier.

I asked him if he had ever used drafting software. He had learned how to use it in his schools, so I suggested he design a utility body that would be right for what we were doing. He needed to design one with a boom as well.

I put him in Sue's chair and let him play with the drawing and design program. During the day, I saw him make trip after trip out to our truck to measure something, and come back to work on the design.

Abe's group was putting out the product. Now that he had fourteen stations he was turning out close to fourteen units every second or third day. The amount of painting and additional sheet metal work was keeping Al and Hank busy. Building our trucks was going to stagnate until we could correct the body problem.

I had Debbie send out a note to all of the truck-buying customers that the bed bodies are temporarily back-ordered, but that their orders should be delivered before the promised six week delivery time.

Near five, Dan came to me saying he wanted to show me what he had come up with. For outward appearances the design didn't look that much different than the original, but then Dan began showing me the differences. He had some larger compartments, and some sectioned into smaller compartments to fit each of the various items, but still leaving a few of each size compartment for the customer to use as he needed. The raw material area was larger and easier to get at. Dan had built in racks for the standard gas rig, a wire feed gas rig, two regular arcs, a mig, and a tig. It was amazingly compact for six pieces of equipment. His built-in areas for the portable generator and compressor set them out of sight, but easy to reach for repair, replacement, and maintenance. A big difference was the boom truck. Dan had beefed up the steel used to mount the boom allowing it to set a little higher on the bed, so there was raw material storage underneath the base of the boom. Now this utility bed had as much storage room as the standard body.

Dan showed me the design for the pull out worktable. He showed me the catches that released the legs as the table was pulled out so the operator didn't have to take time to set the legs in place. Dan showed me how it should work to retract the legs into position when the table was pushed back in. If that modification worked, we needed a new video.

He then showed me how the software exploded the drawing, separating each piece and panel, to give a manufacturer sizes of metal. Dan had a separate list of miscellaneous parts, such as locks and drawer guides that we would buy rather than try to manufacture.

He wanted to go over the sheet metal with Al to see if he was correct on the gauge that should be used. He also said he wanted to use more diamond plate so the deck and steps of the bed would not be slick.

While he and Al were working on the specifications, I looked at the sheet metal area and decided that we could manufacture the beds in the added on area. This was going to take at least two more guys who were capable of heavy-duty metal work, as well as being good welders. That was Tom and Al, but who would take their place for the manufacturing we were already doing?

Dan and Al said they wanted to have a talk with me, including Drew, after hours, and Al suggested Dan and Drew come out to the house for a beer with us. I agreed and said it looked like beer time to me so for them to get their area ready and let's hit the road.

At the house I drew us a beer and we sat at the bar so they could tell me what they thought.

Dan said, "I want to build the body at our shop. Al wants to do it with me. We talked about it and believe we can build one a day or at the most in ten hours. We might be a little slow when we begin, but we will pick up speed.

"You can save a little if you were to use all stainless steel for the bed. I haven't compared prices yet, but there seems to be a backup in the paint shop lately, with all the frames and the re-build department sheet metal.

"After looking at the junk we looked at this morning, I believe we could produce a great product. It might only be for us, but there are modifications we could make to build a bed for smaller trucks for electricians, plumbers, or even carpenters. If we build a body, it would be top of the line and that's what you want to sell, right?"

I must have been grinning as Al elbowed Dan and said, "We got 'em."

With a straight face, I said, "That's a great idea. We need to find some help or another leader for sheet metal forming, though."

"We're ahead of you," Dan began, "Drew is the ideal leader for the sheet metal shop. He has the most experience and he knows how to make good product."

"We interviewed and tested two guys Monday that would be perfect for what we do. Both are experienced and both want to work for a company that cares about the product they produce."

"Where do they work now?" I asked being curious.

"Nowhere, right now. They quit, or were fired, or whatever when they argued with their former employer over the quality of the work that was being done. They opposed cheapening the materials and the push to speed up production at the cost of quality."

This was a lot from Dan, Drew, or Al, all at once. Especially Al, who usually let others speak for him.

"So who did they work for?"

This time is was Dan, "The company we visited this morning. They left last Wednesday because of the problem with the cheap sheet metal and the harping over 'go faster, go faster.' When I told them that you have never asked us to go faster, but demanded perfection, they wanted to come to work for you right then. We didn't say anything about hiring them as we were keeping up with the orders pretty well and would continue, until you began cutting pickup trucks."

"Do you think you can check their work and do yours at the same time? There is a learning curve to what you guys do. Some do not pick up on it as well as you two have, so it will be important to supervise their work. We have to continue to produce the same quality, regardless of who is making the panels."

Drew spoke up for the first time. "That's my job. I enjoy teaching men how to use equipment and how to create good work. That is the most rewarding part of my career."

Dan explained, "Drew is better at quality control than either of us, and he has some natural leadership abilities that we don't have either. He will definitely be your team leader there.

Al was smiling, "We gotcha boss, we know what has to be done and that this won't be a walk in the park. But it's a chance to head up a whole new part of the company. You watch, you'll be hiring more people for us to train and build bodies in no time."

"You two wouldn't happen to have a material list for a bed would you? You know, what the raw sheets would be? We're going to have to research the locks and drawer guides too. I want really good ones so they will last through a lot of abuse and use. The locks and handles need to be the kind that can be replaced in case they do break or wear out, and the boom needs to be looked at to make sure the one they are or were using is the best, most trouble free, there is. Our trucks must be good, better than good and safe."

"That's what we love about the company, you always want us to build the absolute best. I've never heard you say, 'Can you go faster' but I have heard you ask if we could make it better. Dan and I are proud of our work and proud to work for you and the company. You'll see, we'll make you proud."

Dan gave me the list of raw materials he would need for one bed. I told both of them to help me figure out the best way to order the sheets of various thickness of steel to do the job. The first ones I wanted to be painted, like the one we had but I would buy a set of stainless so we could build one from stainless steel and see what the cost difference was." I called the steel company I most recently had been dealing with and spoke with a salesman. My concern was over delivery and asked if they had this in a nearby warehouse. I was on hold for a good while, then another voice came on, "Are you the Steve Sharp from S&S Enterprises that buys all the tubing from us?"

"That's me."

"Is this something you may be ordering a lot of?"

"Depends on whether we can do it and be cost effective. We also want to try these same thickness, using all stainless steel metal, so if you can get this order to me by morning, it would be a help."

The new voice began laughing. "Right now you have enough on order to qualify for a single shipment, and yes we do have this in Jacksonville, and yes I can make an exception for your company, and get this first shipment out to you tonight. I do have to ask for two percent more for after hours loading. Is that all right?"

"Did you use the discount level we are at right now with your company?"

"No, I didn't. I used the next higher discount level, as this puts your volume this month into a new level. Keep it up and we'll be paying you to get our steel."

"Somehow I don't think that will ever happen, but thanks for the additional discount. How much more is it?"

"You're now at our max of twenty-two percent, which is an additional four percent more than you were getting."

"That pretty much covers the after hours thing, doesn't it."

"Why do I feel that Steve Sharp would have paid list to get what he wants in the morning?"

"Thanks for not feeling for me too much. Go ahead and ship the stainless steel set regular shipping. We won't need it until either late this week or early next week, probably the latter." The guy finally told me he was one of the partners, and when he heard I was personally making the buy, he thought he should personally make the sale.

That's the way to do business.

I came back out to the patio to tell Al and Dan that the steel would be there in the morning. Al was with Joan, Dan was talking to Charlie and Hank, while Drew huddled with Mandy, talking like old home friends. I gave them the good news and they became even more excited.

When I told Tiny and Phil that I had decided to go into the utility body making business, they began laughing. Saying that I couldn't stand someone else's work and that if I could build trucks, Ford would never sell me another.

They were funny guys.

Sandy went with me when I filled my empty beer mug and asked if I had noticed how locked in that Mandy was with Drew. I looked over at them and they were fixated with each other. They were oblivious to everything outside of each other's eyes.

A little later when we were getting ready to eat, Sue asked me if I had noticed Mandy and Drew. She said it looked like we were about to lose a bed partner. Sue sounded happy for her, even though I knew how much she enjoyed having the two girls with us.

After supper, Sue and I went for a long walk accompanied by Sandy, Tiny, and Ruth. We went by the pool for a hard swim. The five of us sat in the tub for a few minutes before we all went home. I had told Sue and Sandy about the new item that we were going to try to make. Try wasn't the best word. I had committed a bunch of money for raw materials, so it better work.

When we got back home, Sandy had a message from Mandy, through Joan, that she would see her in the morning. Joan said that Mandy and Drew had left together. Sandy asked if she could stay over, as she wasn't used to being alone. Sue of course said yes. We sat out having that last drink of the night long enough to have three last drinks. Sue and Sandy were getting giggly so I straightened up, shut off all the lights and locked up. By the time I made it to bed, the two were cuddled together sound asleep. Too many last drinks.



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Chapter 61

Day Sixty-one - Friday

Someone was banging on the door. I slipped on my shorts, grabbed the 9-mil and went to what was my front door, the opposite from the patio door. I turned on the outside light then peeped through the peephole. Shawna was standing there with a sheriff's deputy.

Now what?

I quickly opened the door, and before I could ask what was up, Shawna was in my arms saying, "You have to help us, Steve, please, Charlie's on the way to the hospital, he's in bad shape, help us, Steve."

I motioned for the deputy to come in and I brought Shawna with me as I went to the back to wake up Sue.

Sue and Sandy were already sitting up when I brought Shawna back to the bedroom. She leaped from my arms to Sue's as soon as she saw her and was again begging for help. I began dressing quickly so I could go find out how bad Charlie was. Sue said she would follow with Shawna as soon as she and Sandy were dressed.

The deputy said the best that they could determine was Charlie was turning into the park when a car hit him from the rear and took off. Shawna was thrown off and landed in some bushes, but Charlie rode the bike into a ditch. A resident had seen it happen and had even gotten a partial license plate number, with a description of the pickup truck that hit Charlie. The deputy said Charlie was alive, but badly broken up. I told the deputy that I would drive my truck to the hospital.

At the park entrance there were several sheriff's cars, a fire truck, and a tow truck with Charlie's bike hanging from the hook. I stopped and asked the driver to put the bike in the back of my pickup. The deputy that had brought Shawna to the house waved for the tow truck operator to do it.

Twenty minutes later, I was at the University Community Hospital over on Fletcher and Bruce B. Downs Blvd., trying to convince an emergency room administrator that I was one of Charlie's family members. They finally let me through to see Charlie trussed up on an emergency room gurney with a nurse, or tech, or whoever, taking Charlie's blood pressure. Charlie was awake and instantly held out a hand to me asking, "Shawna? Where's Shawna? Is she, is she okay? Please say she's okay."

"Shawna's okay. She didn't get hurt. She's on her way with Sue and Sandy. She'll be here soon. Relax, let's worry about you, Shawna will be here soon."

"Thank God she's okay. I didn't even know anyone was behind me. We didn't even stop at the clubhouse or the bar, we just went for a ride. Steve, what am I going to do, we don't have health insurance and the insurance on the bike is only for ten grand. This is going to take our house and everything."

"Don't worry about it, Charlie, Shawna's insurance covers you too, and trust me, I'll find the guy that hit you and he will pay. He'll pay good, I promise."

"I hope you're right, Steve, we're just getting on our feet with Shawna making such good money. We just can't lose it all now."

Shawna, Sandy, and Sue came in at that second, along with a nurse and a guy with some papers.

Charlie could see Shawna was dirty and scratched up a little, but was okay. They gingerly hugged before the guy said he was taking Charlie to x-ray, so we needed to go back to the waiting room. Shawna said she wasn't leaving Charlie. The guy started to give Shawna some trouble but the nurse said to let her go with him, as they had both been though a traumatic situation.

Back in the waiting room, the sheriff's deputy that had brought Shawna to our door was waiting for Shawna so he could get her statement. He said he had no problem waiting for her, as this was a criminal investigation. He said his Captain knew both of us and insisted he treat us as dignitaries.

The deputy described the crash scene and how they had found Shawna keeping Charlie quiet where he lay. The park resident that had seen the crash and had run to the street, saw the pickup stop and the backup lights come on. When the guy had yelled at the pickup driver, the driver took off, but not before the guy got most of the license number and the make and color of the pickup. The deputy said that the state police were probably at the driver's front door arresting him at that moment.

He received a call on his portable, answered, and had a short conversation full of codes and police jargon. When he was finished he said, the police had stopped the hit and run driver as he was driving into his driveway, so they had the truck with the damage on the front, along with the guy driving it.

The Captain that had been involved with my past exploits entered the waiting room. He came up to me and shook my hand saying he hoped my friend, Shawna's husband, was going to be alright. The Captain told the deputy that I had been the one to help out and save the deputy that had been shot a few weeks ago.

"So, this the same guy that was in all those gun battles at that same park?" the deputy asked.

"He's the one, and that little girl that you helped tonight, is the one that was in the gunfight with Steve and capped that burglar not long ago."

"That little thing, she can't be but about five foot or so."

"And mean as a bobcat. Small, but vicious," I added.

The deputy stuck his hand out, "Thanks for helping one us when he was down. That was a brave and crazy thing to do."

The sheriff's Captain and the deputy said they were going for some coffee and would bring back some for everyone.

Sue and Sandy had sat down to stay away from people, as they were upset too. When I went to sit down, the two separated and motioned for me to sit between them. This looked like it could take a while. I looked around and saw that it was just after one in the morning.

An hour or so later, Shawna came out saying that they were going to clean Charlie up and put a cast on his leg and his arm in a sling as he had a broken collar bone. He had a couple dislocated fingers, but they were back where they should be now. Charlie wasn't comfortable, but he said he was going to be all right. We were able to check Charlie out of the hospital a little after three. We had Charlie in a full leg cast and his arm in a sling. He was drugged a little now, and was supposed to stay a little out of it for a day or so.

We loaded Charlie into the back seat of the truck with the wheelchair in the back with his bike. I drove home carefully trying to avoid the usual bumps in the road. When we got to the park, I stopped in front of Charlie's place to take him inside.

I was about to lift him out when Tom and Al magically appeared, saying to let them haul him, and I was to make sure there wasn't anything to trip over. Shawna wanted him on the bed for tonight, saying she would be able to take care of him now that they had him inside.

By the time everyone cleared out of Charlie's and went home it was almost four thirty in the morning. So much for sleep, as it was almost too late to even think of going back to bed.

All three of us lay down on top of the covers and drifted off. I woke every ten minutes or so to check the time.

I got up at six fifteen, started the coffee and jumped into the shower. When I went out to the patio at six thirty, everyone from our group that lived in the park, except for Shawna and Charlie were there. Even Mandy and Drew, as Al had called Drew to tell him about what had happened.

I finally woke the two girls at seven. They thanked me for letting them get a little extra sleep. They jumped into the shower to help themselves wake up.

We all agreed that we would help Shawna with Charlie. Glenda said she would make sure Shawna had all the help she needed today and we could take turns in the evening if it were needed. This evening we would get him in his wheelchair and over to the patio so he could at least visit with people. The collarbone heals fast, like three to four weeks if you don't bump it, but the leg was going to take every bit of six weeks.

When someone suggested that we should have a benefit party for Charlie, there was instant enthusiasm. I thought we might do one with hard core biker friends and one for the folks in the park. I didn't feel too comfortable mixing a bunch of clubbers with the innocent folk that lived around here. I knew if I asked Hap, he would control his folks but there were guys that Charlie knew that could get stupid when they had too much to drink. We would do a 50/50 raffle at each of the parties along with a couple of drawings for stuff we could go out and beg. Jim said he would ask the dealer if he might help with a couple of T-shirts or something.

I said we would take the bike into the shop and begin to tear it down to see what it would take to get it right as Charlie was going to want to get up on it as soon as he could. Sandy and Mandy said that they would tear it down after work tonight and see what it would need. Since it was going to be apart, they thought Charlie might appreciate a rebuild. The girls were assured the shop would stand for any parts they might need.

Perhaps when Shawna was feeling better, she could think of something special for Charlie in the way of paint and customizing.

Phil and Tiny said they knew a lot of businesses that he could get to donate something simple that folks would want.

It was nice to hear how we all pulled together when one of our own needed help. At seven forty-five we all took off for the shop and a busy day ahead.

When we arrived, Abe was using the big forklift to pull pallets of steel sheeting from a truck backed into the yard. The steel company shipped both the regular steel and the stainless steel. Al and Dan would be busy for a while.

Al made a list of local companies that I could get the good locks and drawer rails from, but said the boom-lift the other company was using was one of the best.

Dan said to leave them to start, as they had a plan. If I could pick up the other parts, they would appreciate it.

I called the two vendors that had the locks and drawer rail sets. I bought four sets, but said I would be back for at least ten more sets within a week, so they could order more of what we needed. The drawer rail supplier said he would like to see what we were going to use them for so he could be sure we were using the right ones. I agreed with that and told him to drop by as soon as he could. The folks in Shawna's shop were a little down, but determined to put out quality work whether she was there or not. Hank said he had all of the ancillary equipment for the big trucks staged on pallets so he could install it as soon as a truck was ready. He asked if I would mind if he stripped Charlie's bike when he wasn't busy doing something.

I went to my office to get the digital camera. I took pictures of the bike from every angle so there wouldn't be a lot of discussion of what was needed to repair the bike before giving Hank permission to take some direction from Sandy and Mandy and have a good time.

Al and Dan were all assholes and elbows cutting pieces of steel for the various panels, shelves, doors, and drawers. It looked like they were cutting out more than one bed at a time. I would leave what they did up to them, as they said they had a plan.

I made it up front in time to greet the vendor for the drawer rails. I took him back to our truck to show him what we were building, but had designed a few drawers into the bed for easier storage. I mentioned that we were building an all stainless steel model to see if it would sell.

He suggested a heavier duty rail and guide as the steel drawers were going to be heavy and could wear a lesser rail out. I asked if he would have the heavy-duty rails in stock and of course he did, but only enough for ten trucks. He would order more from the factory. He asked if I had any literature on the utility body and told him that so far we had only sold the truck as a complete unit.

I gave him a CD and one our new brochures saying that I would certainly appreciate his talking up our product. He was fascinated by the guys in the frame area, and watched the guys working the sheet metal. I walked him over to Abe's shop and showed him all of the men in the process of re-building large generators.

He said he would have the drawer rails delivered as soon as he returned to his warehouse and thanked me for the business.

Debbie told me there were two more orders for trucks and had called them to warn them that delivery could be delayed as we were a little behind due to the quantity of orders. It is amazing that we were selling so many big-ticket items. The new big generators could go all the way up to a hundred grand and these trucks were over a hundred thousand, but sales for both were more than brisk. The outside people were doing a great job. Tiny was going to have a fit figuring commission out for all of them and doubling it. I didn't care whether we were paying double the commission for a month. The way the orders were rolling in, the manufacturers was going to give us unheard of discounts for volume. The first thing they were going to do was free freight, but that would just encourage more sales.

Gene called to tell me that my truck was a hit with all the folks. He said we didn't even have to open it up because all the crews were having a good time checking out the neat paint.

I asked him if he thought the truck would pay for itself. His reply shocked me.

"I wish I had thought of it. Your guys are so busy selling odds and ends that they're going to run out of everything quick. Every crew has bought a part from them, something they forgot or broke. I think they're close to being out of sheet metal, and I know they've already sold the Dodge engine, as one of the teams blew their motor in practice. I told the team owner that he wouldn't blow one from you unless he abused it. My crew chief said that he had heard of a couple of teams with bad motors and had suggested they get them rebuilt at your shop. They showed off one of your rebuilds in our number two car, saying that rebuilt engine took an accident and made it back up to a top ten finish.

"Oh yeah, Steve, tell Shawna that I have at least two more guys that want her to build them bikes."

I told Gene about the accident and he asked what he could do for the couple. I said that perhaps some of his merchandise, such as T-shirts or toy cars for the party and drawings, would be good. He said he would have some things for me Monday.

Gary called saying they needed some parts to stay open for business. They also needed sheet metal and more T-shirts and caps. They had sold out of all the junk stuff. He said they could live without a replacement Dodge engine, but would need another GM as they had just delivered another engine and a crew chief was at the truck right then to buy the last one they had.

I took his list of sheet metal and said I would try to get it to him right away. We may have to rethink inventory on the truck as it would be to difficult to get re-supply product to him at most tracks. This one was South Carolina, so we could get it to him right away.

I asked Phil if he had more T-shirts and ball caps. He smiled at me and said he figured I would be asking for more. He took me down to the old tool room and showed me stacks of cases of T-shirts and ball caps. Phil said he had an order as large as this right now as he thought we would sell these faster than we could get them.

I hung up and reordered all of the parts he said he had sold, and ordered an entire additional set. I gave the sheet metal order to Tom, Drew, and Dan, asking them to knock it out real quick, as the truck sales at the race were brisk.

They said they would get it done quickly, but suggested they make two sets of what was asked for, as the panels they were asking for were the ones most frequently used.

I looked at the completed engines, and made the decision to steal three more, and put the orders back in queue to be made.

We needed a big box truck and a driver. I really didn't want to take another person from our staff, as we were just barely getting an edge on existing orders.

I asked Abe what he thought. He thought a moment and said he wanted to make a call. While he was on the phone in his office he waved at me to come in.

Abe was saying that it was important to get a delivery up to South Carolina today. He motioned and mouthed to me, 'Can I offer him a bonus?'

I nodded and he told the guy that he would pay double mileage plus a hundred-dollar bill up front. Abe smiled and said he would see him in a few minutes. "The guy is a little down on cash, so that's why I offered the hundred. He'll spend that on fuel just to get there. If we can use him, he's a good man and has a big delivery van that he bought to get work from a company that went out of business. I know he's pretty desperate."

The guy showed up within fifteen minutes and was introduced to me as Dago. He said he wasn't Italian. His heritage was Mexican, but his wife was Italian, so everyone thought he was too and that's how he got the nickname.

We loaded everything into the truck. He put a big padlock on the door clamp saying he didn't want to take a chance with the expensive equipment he was hauling. I handed Dago two hundreds, and said for him to make sure he got something to eat and if he wanted to stay overnight before he drove back, the guys would probably let him stay in the sleeper.

Abe told him we would settle up on mileage Monday morning.

It was past noon and my stomach was telling me about it, as I didn't really have any breakfast this morning. I called Sue to ask what she wanted for lunch, and she said a nap, but would see what we had to eat if I wanted to come home.

Twenty minutes later, Sue and I were eating soup and sandwiches out on the patio with all of her girls and Glenda.

Glenda said that Charlie was resting pretty well and that Shawna had finally crashed. Charlie was now on the couch in front of the TV. He was able to get around on some crutches, even though he had the broken collar bone. I asked where he got the crutches from and she said Shawna's health insurance company sent a visiting nurse out and brought the crutches to him.

Hanna said she would help out with them this evening, as well as Debbie, who had called her a dozen times already today. Charlie needed to come over this evening to make everyone feel better that was for sure.

I went back to the shop thinking that I was glad it was Friday. I looked out at Dan and Al to see how they were doing. They had what now looked like most of a body built. I knew there was a lot of work to do on the doors, drawers, and the table. They were doing well for their first day on the project, especially after having to have them help with some panels.

I asked Tiny how we were doing this week in comparison to past weeks. He said our sales exceeded previous weeks, but our deliveries were down because of a few large back-orders and the lag in deliveries from the various factories. When I asked if our cash flow position was still good, I thought he was going to fall of his chair laughing. He said we were more than fine as he was paying invoices as they hit and our gross margins were not only taking care of costs but also he had a pretty good chunk in a money market account and a fair amount in a Fidelity fund.

"So what is a good chunk, Tiny?"

"The money market account has four point three mil in it, and the company Fidelity account has a little over a mil. The Fidelity account is a fifty-fifty account. Fifty-percent low risk and fifty-percent high risk ... seeing how it does. We have the 401K in a good producing fund that has never had a loss. The managers of the fund are very good, always hedging for the clients."

"Do we really have that much profit?"

"More, our bank account is going to need to be transferred to the money market account soon, as it's getting too large. Steve, the company is doing very well. As good as it's going, you could issue an IPO and become almost a billionaire overnight. Your numbers to date are so far out that the SEC would investigate you. Relax, your company is doing great."

Tiny was happily telling me, "Keep coming up with new ideas like your truck at the race track. That idea is going to produce some big money. We'll need to build another truck for the Busch and Craftsman Truck races. Your biggest problem is people to run the trucks and enough inventory. You made a nice move with the shipment you made for the truck. I wonder if those two guys are going to want to continue working with the truck. I'll bet they are a lot busier than they thought they would be."

The selection of people was everything, so I told Tiny, "They are race day guys and probably enjoy being around the other guys there. If I need more people I will try for more ex-drivers, crew chiefs, and crewmembers. It doesn't matter whether or not they were successful, as long as they are recognizable folks that the other teams will be comfortable with."

I asked Ruth how she was doing. She said great, now that she had her own assistant. She was caught up on payroll, and was able to keep the accounts payable current with Tiny watching for discounts. She said that I had not hired as many people this week, so her week had not been as hectic.

The place was humming and there was no need to worry or micro-manage.

Al and Dan came to me to ask if they could work this evening and this weekend, as they wanted to finish one or two beds so they would have a feel of what it was going to take. They had a detailed time sheet on each section so they could review where the time went.

Dan said the new drawer rails were really great and showed me how a drawer would easily slide back and forth. The guys showed me their table idea. When they pulled it out, legs folded down automatically using a piston that pushed the leg in place. When you grabbed the handle to slide the table back in, you pushed a button and the legs pulled up into place inside the tabletop. They had elected to use a non-skid type surface for the table top, thinking that it would be not be good to have clamped equipment that moved when you were about to weld it.

Al said that Drew was going to stay late and work Saturday too so he could get out a few more sets of panels.

I told them both that I would make sure food was brought in. Al said that Joan would bring food for them, so they would be fine. They also said that they were going to interview a couple of sheet metal people in the morning, as it was the only time they could come by since they already had a job, but were looking to improve.

Hap called my cell phone saying he had just heard about Charlie. He wanted to know if the cops had caught the guy or did he need to go find him. I didn't know and told him that, but said I thought they either knew who did it, were close to having him, or probably had him in custody.

He didn't want to wait but said he would watch to see how the sheriff's department did. Hap told me that if I was out this weekend at all, to stop by for some chili as his cook was making up a big batch. He told me to call him if Charlie needed anything. I told him about our plan for a benefit party. He said he would be there with his men. He felt like the St. Pete guys would want to come too, as would Bear and his people.

Thinking about all those club guys at the house could send shivers up your spine.

I checked the shops to see how they were left. Everything was neat and clean. Sandy, Mandy, and Hank had the bike in pieces with a long list of parts. Sandy wanted to know if I thought I could salvage the frame or would it be better to buy a new one. I told them that I would build a new frame and drop it a little so the whole bike was lower. Tomorrow would be a good day while the guys were working on the bed. Sandy told me the entire motor group was working tomorrow to get another engine out each. The extra six engines would come in handy toward filling orders and getting ready for next week's races for our new truck.

I went home to find Jim and Tom pushing Charlie to the patio with Shawna trailing, a worried look on her face. When I reached the patio Shawna was arguing with Charlie about having a beer.

"How many painkillers have you had today, Charlie," I asked, with the intent of settling Shawna down.

"None man, I'm tough. Every time I moved, Shawna was trying to give me some of the dizzy pills. I kept telling her that I'd rather have a couple of beers this evening instead of those damn pills."

Ruth said she agreed with Charlie. If he didn't mix the pills with beer he would be fine, as long as he didn't drink too much at one time.

Charlie talked to me about his bike. I told him his friends were taking care of it right now, but he would have a chance to supervise how he wanted it. He thanked me for including him on Shawna's health insurance as it was going to be a lifesaver for them. He said the sheriff's department had called and they had picked up the guy who hit him. They think there is something wrong with the guy's story as they think he may have hit them on purpose.

The guy had been into Dell's a while ago and bitched about the price of rebuilding his transmission. He had worn his clutch out and was speed shifting every shift and forcing the gears at lights. We rebuilt the tranny and replaced the clutch, nothing else, but he still bitched that it was too high.

"I wonder if he decided to hit us because of it."

The mood was not as festive as most Friday nights lately, but then one of our own was down plus Sandy, Mandy, Joan, Al, and Dan were gone. Martin and Jim had a few lively pool matches, then Ben and Tiny played partners against Martin and Jim.

Around nine, Charlie said he had enough beer and fun and wanted help to get back to the house. Martin said he would build Charlie a ramp tomorrow so he could get in and out of the house easier. Tiny and Tom volunteered to help Martin, so you knew it would be done quickly.

The missing folks showed up to wish Charlie a good night before coming to the patio for a few beers. Al said that they had one utility body complete and another well on the way. They wanted to know if I could get Hank to paint it. Since Hank was there, he said, "Hey, I'll take the overtime any time. Considering we're all getting double, I'll work twelve hours a day, seven days a week."

Sue said that since we were all working, she had some fashions just about done, ready to submit to the manufacturer, so she told her people that they were welcome to work tomorrow as well.

Mandy told us she would see us in the morning and went off with Drew. Sandy said they had talked and she said that Mandy had told her this might be serious. I had switched to scotch and Sue had switched to Rum and Diet Coke with some real lime. Sandy was helping Sue with the rum.

We closed up and went in by ten thirty. I was really tired and didn't know how the other two could keep their eyes open. I showered off the day's sweat and laid down in the middle of the bed waiting for my wife and our friend.

I don't know when they came to bed. I was already asleep.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 62



Day Sixty-two - Saturday

There was hair in my face. There was also a head on each of my shoulders, with cuddly bodies attached below the head.

I could feel Sue's big breast against my chest on one side and Sandy's much smaller breast on the other side. Just lying there thinking of them had my dick growing. It was a real one, not a piss hard on, as I didn't feel the need yet.

As soon as my dick touched Sue's hand it closed around it and began a slowly massage of it. Sue raised her head and kissed me on the cheek saying softly, "I love you."

I moved from beneath the sleeping Sandy and rolled on top of Sue. As she held me to her she said, "You need to fill me up and not miss a day keeping me filled with your magic elixir. You're going to make me fat and I'm going to love it. My boobs will probably swell up and pop, but there will still be lots left to feed the baby and for you to play with."

While she talked, I slid slowly into her until I was pressed against her cervix. We made love by moving together slowly and then apart until we kissed, hugged, and quivered as our orgasms overtook us. Sue moaned and I squirted. That was a good load. When you're shooting for real, you wonder each time whether that was the time. Time would tell.

As we relaxed, with me still deep within Sue, Sandy kissed both of us, caressing us lovingly. "Are you making me an aunt? I can't wait to help take care of the baby, to hold it and love it because it is a part of both of you. Make a baby, make me an aunt."

As I shrunk, I needed to pee. While I went to the bathroom, the girls became interested in making each other feel good. While they were playing, I made coffee abd came back to take a shower and get going.

I was only in the shower a minute before Sandy and Sue came in with me and teased my root till it stood proud, looking where it could invade. Sue helped me find Sandy's oily slot to slide into. Sandy was wound up enough that she was getting off quickly. The more I thrust, the louder she became, until Sue had to cover her mouth with hers. We had a mutual orgasm, leaving us both a little weak kneed. Sue kissed us both, showing us how much she enjoyed seeing us pleasure each other.

We were first on the porch at seven, but not alone for long. Glenda joined us in a chatty mood, followed by Hanna and Jim, followed by Hank and Debbie. Tiny and Ruth came, but were groggy from a fun evening and a vigorous wake up.

I ran down to the Seven-Eleven for a bunch of donuts to go with our Saturday coffee. Tom and Al came over with Betty and Joan. It is really nice to have so many friends the first thing in the morning.

By seven-thirty all of us that had a plan for the day, decided to take off for the shop to get at it.

I took the bent frame to the welding area and made several measurements. I drew it out on paper with dimensions and angles before cutting the neck out along with the piece of the frame with the serial number plate.

It didn't take long to get the pieces cut and the whole frame, including a couple of plate pieces tacked, ready to weld. I went back over the angles and measurements, making sure the frame would be straight. I finished welding and cleaning by ten-thirty.

I was barely done when Hank said he already had instructions for painting the frame, so he picked it up and carried it off.

Al and Dan were admiring the newly painted bed that Hank had just brought back to them. When I saw them touching it and pulling drawers in and out I asked them if the paint wasn't still wet.

Dan waved at the bed, "Electro-static, you know, powder coated man, Hank powder coated the whole thing with two coats of electro-static paint and a coat of some new kind of tough clear polymer that seals it. Look inside the drawer panels, he did the entire bed so it wouldn't rust. All we have to do is put the locks in and we can mount this one. We have another almost ready for the paint shop, so we should be able to get five done this weekend. That will give us a running start on the week. The next one we do will be an all stainless. That won't need any paint but we might have Hank polish it up and put a coat of clear over it. Even stainless steel will rust sometimes. Al and I think the stainless models should always be the standard, except the boom model, as the boom would look out of place on an all stainless steel bed."

I went into the motor shop to see how everyone was doing. The funniest grouping you could ever find was having two militant feminist lesbians working next to two flaming gay guys. There was constant banter going between the four as they worked, competing to see who produced one horsepower more than the other. They shared ideas and techniques better than most straight folks, bonded by their desire to build the best. Kurt said he had figured the four would get along together and actually form a bond, insulating them from any outside judgment.

Carl laughed, saying just don't bend over to pick up the soap around the two guys.

Abe didn't have his entire crew in, but did have six men working today. He told me he needed more area to store completed units. He had figured on shipping ten to twenty units at a time. They would be put in overseas shipping containers and taken to Miami, where they would be shipped by water to the country they were going to. He had huge packets of factory provided instructions in Spanish and Portuguese. He also thought we should try to find a couple of techs that spoke the languages to be available for tech support, or even to go help them get started using the units. I told him that it was worth a try so he should get started hunting.

Back in the motor shop, I saw the frame I had just built sitting on Shawna's bench already painted with a bright but dark metallic blue. It was really nice. On the bench next to the frame was a set of tanks, fenders, and an oil tank, all painted in the same blue metallic paint, but the tanks and fenders had tiny black cartoon characters chasing each other all over. When you looked close the one character had red hair and was small while the person it was chasing was larger with a beard. All of the scenes were very subliminal but all reminded you of "Roadrunner and Coyote" cartoons. I wondered how the painter could get such minute detail. All of the painted items glistened from the clear polymer seal that was on it.

Hank said he had gotten some extra tanks on his dime and painted them up for Shawna and Charlie as he really liked both of them. He was going to give them a set of tanks and fenders painted more traditionally if they didn't like the ones with his characters on it.

"Where did you learn to paint like that?" I asked Hank as his talent really surprised me.

"I used to draw all the time, I did pencil, charcoal, ink, everything. I even painted with oils, but it always ended up with little characters inside the painting like those books they call "I spy." When I was in high school I got an airbrush kit for Christmas and learned how to paint tiny objects. My Mom and Dad threatened to take the set away if I didn't quit painting everything in the house.

There's no real market for a guy that paints tiny little people, so I learned how to paint cars and other metal objects. What you see there is my mind having fun and how I see Shawna. Hope they like it. I do.

Charlie was going to love it. You couldn't look at any of the tanks or fenders without getting a smile.

Hank enjoyed the praise I gave him and I told him the next truck we built was going to have his musings all over it. The race car folks needed some smiles in their life.

My cell phone rang. It was my pair of race day salesmen thanking me for the re-supply. They said even though I had sent ten cases of T-shirts and four cases of hats, they were sure they were going to sell out by tomorrow. They had already sold an engine and had several orders for both engines, sheet metal and for some new kind of frame that Gene had been talking about. They said that Dago had stayed the night in the sleeper before heading back early this morning.

I called Pizza Hut to have them deliver twenty-five large pizzas, seven cheeses, eight meat lovers and ten supreme along with about two dozen big bottles of various kinds of soda and juice. I figured if everyone was willing to put in a hard day on Saturday, the company could spring for lunch.

Just as the delivery guy showed up with the pizza, Dago rolled in. I had him join us for lunch. While everyone was eating, I called Tiny to see how I was supposed to pay Dago since he had showed up obviously needing whatever pay that he could get. Tiny told me to get the invoice from Dago and to go to his office and call him back.

After getting Dago's mileage invoice I went up to Tiny's office and called him. He said to pull on the desk's left-hand bottom drawer. Instead of a drawer a door opened to reveal a small safe. Tiny talked me through the combination and told me to count out the cash that I needed to the nearest dollar and to put a note in the safe for the amount and for what it was for. I should make two copies of the invoice and get Dago to sign both with the notation paid in full and put the signed copy and the original in Ruth's office.

I closed and spun the combination making sure the safe door wouldn't open. Making the copies was a trial, as I had no idea as to how to operate the fancy copier we now had. I hand wrote the paid in full and the amount then took the two copies down for Dago to sign. He was very pleased and thankful to be paid so quickly. He signed the stuff and I gave him his copy taking the other and placing it and the original into Ruth's 'in' basket.

When I was done, I asked Dago if he was interested in a full time job delivering equipment. I also asked if he had any experience driving big trucks. He said that was how he started. He didn't want to have to spend a lot of nights away from home, but would definitely like a full time job. My thought was to use Dago to make deliveries of equipment within Florida and possibly some neighboring states. We could control freight costs and also be assured of when the deliveries would be made helping with orders that needed expediting.

I asked Dago to come back during the week so we could talk to him more about a full time job.

My mind was working on what Abe needed. A larger area to store equipment before it was shipped. We needed more space for the old used equipment to be stored before rebuilding. Our lot was packed.

I called Tiny again to ask if he had investigated the parcel next door with the condemned building on it. He said he had and felt like the asking price was fair for just the land but it would cost quite a bit to either clear the property or to repair the building to allow use. I told him my thoughts and he said he would make an offer to the landowners to see if we could work them nearer what he considered a fair price. I also suggested he have the contractor survey the building to see what it would take to make it right. Tiny said he was way ahead of me and already had a bid to either rebuild or to clear the land.

I wondered if we really had the money to use to buy another piece of property. Monday would tell.

Al and Dan were just about done with the second body, so I helped clean up the welds and finish installing the drawer rails. We pushed the bed back to the paint booth where Hank had the electro-static paint equipment set up, and left the booth so Hank could do the work.

The guys jumped right into assembling and tacking the next bed. This time I stayed with them to help. We made fast work of this one, finishing it up and getting it ready to paint just before five. We spent the last few minutes installing the locks and recessed drawer handles on the body Hank had finished painting. If the two guys worked tomorrow as well as they did today, there would be five trucks to ship Monday and that was a whopping half million in revenue although only about twenty-two or twenty-three percent of that was going to be profit. Still an extra hundred grand in the coffers would not be bad.

Around five I encouraged everyone to clean up and call it a day. Anyone who wanted to work on Sunday could, but they all needed some down time this evening to relax. All were invited to the house for a beer or drink if they wanted.

Sue was pleasantly surprised when I showed up, leading several cars coming for a little party time and beer. She said she had the perfect thing to serve, and ordered forty pounds of ribs and another thirty pounds of hot wings with all the trimmings. Sue said she had completed her designs and the manufacturer was going to be able to ship most of the new designs by the end of the week. The web designer already had the new styles on the web site so she envisioned a heavy order week coming. Sue was in a party mood.

The friendly banter between the militant feminist lezzies and the hard core skin head gay guys continued at the house. When the feminists were ogling Sue, the gay guys said Sue was enough to turn them straight. The girls said that if they got their hands on her, she would be queer for life. Sandy and Mandy said that they knew for sure that Sue was a confirmed dick lover although she did have some Bi characteristics.

Everyone enjoyed themselves. We brought Charlie over to enjoy some food and beer with his friends. Shawna was in a good mood and said how proud she was that her entire group worked today. When she found out they were working Sunday too, she cautioned them about working too much as quality was much more important than quantity. Her people just said that they wouldn't do this often, but the extra units would help get us caught up.

Charlie, Tom, and Martin said they had watched the Busch race today and that they thought there must be an epidemic of blown engines, as they said at least six cars left the race with motor problems. I sure hoped it wasn't one of ours. When they said it was mostly Fords, I silently thanked the luck spirits, but vowed to get busy getting some Ford crates. They said there was a couple of shots of Gene on his trike and some close ups of Shawna's artwork.

Tom told me the kicker next. The TV people had done a feature on our truck, talking about the ex-crew chief and ex-crewmember that were at the track garage area, with a parts store for the team owners and crew chiefs. They showed the sheet metal and motors, along with a variety of other parts. They even showed our two guys with our T-shirts and hats on. The best part Tom said was the slow walk around the truck, showing the neat artwork Shawna and Hank had done focusing on the S&S Engineering logos. Talk about good advertising.

About eight-thirty or so, the visitors began leaving to go home to clean up after a tough day. They all seemed happy and content after some beer and a good meal.

Drew and Mandy left but invited Sandy to come along. Sandy said she would stay and perhaps go for a ride later. Sue wanted to ride and so did Jim and Hank.

I called Hap and asked if I could bring one of the girl mechanics and a guy that worked for me that was with Shawna's cousin. He said he and Bear would love to see us and to come on over. He said he appreciated that I called to ask first.

We rode to the clubhouse and visited for a half-hour or so, and went to Big Jim's to say hi to Double D next. After that, we stopped for one beer exchange at the Vanishing point before heading for the Crab Shack. A beer exchange is peeing out one beer before drinking the next. From the Crab Shack we rode down to the St. Pete club bar to visit there for a beer, before hitting it hard all the way home, enjoying the wind in our faces. We all missed Charlie and everyone we met made us promise that we would give him their hellos and hopes that he heal quickly. We told everyone that we met about the coming benefit for the Charlie. Everyone promised to come.

When we got back home, Tiny and Ruth were on the patio in bathrobes, saying they were waiting for us so we could all go to the tub. Sue cautioned the guys, saying she was off limits and that my juices were off limits to the other girls until she knew she was pregnant.

The hot tub was fun. Sue and I fucked standing up, with her sitting on me and with her laying back on the side of the tub on the platform. I filled her twice, and while Ruth and Sandy were turning Sue inside out, I worked over Debbie until she curled up into a ball saying no more, no more. Hanna wanted a mouthful, but said she would abide by Sue's rules and just suck me until I had to let go, so I could blast away in my cute wife. That's exactly what she did. I was barely able to get completely into Sue before losing it in her. What a way to get off. Hanna was immediately face first in Sue's juicy pussy licking up the drool and smacking her lips.

Back on the patio we all had a last drink enjoying the glow of everyone being sated before going to bed.

Once in bed Sandy said she wanted to be pounded, but made me promise that when I couldn't stand it anymore, I was supposed to fill Sue up and not her. It took some pounding to satisfy Sandy, but not long after she collapsed, I was making love to Sue vigorously, my body producing one more load to fill my wife's lovely tummy.

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Chapter 63



Day Sixty-three - Sunday

I woke to lips on my ear. Sue was saying softly, "Wake up, wake up sleepy head. Your wife needs you to make a baby. Wake up."

That, and the hand stroking my very hard dick, got my attention.

"Just roll right over here and put this thing into me and pump me full of your stuff. If I'm not pregnant, then you are about to do it. I'm so hot right now I think I could fuck every swinging dick in this park and still be horny. So you have to be the surrogate for every dick that I can't have this very second."

Sue was amazingly open and oily this morning. I slid into her easily, hitting bottom with a happy grunt from her. She didn't want slow, she wanted to be thumped long and hard. I fucked and she came. I continued and she came and came and came, until I couldn't hold it for another second and shot juices directly into what felt like her waiting womb. When I sagged, she kissed me hard then tenderly said, "You made a boy, I just know that it will be a boy."

Sandy pushed me off Sue to attack her mouth, next her breast, ending with her face in Sue's pussy, kissing away any drool I left there.

I made coffee while the two of them were entertaining each other, and climbed into the shower, only to be joined by my two-girl harem. We were on the patio by seven and joined a short time later by most of our crew. Mandy and Drew showed up with several pounds of bacon and sausage, along with six dozen eggs and big box of Bisquick. By quarter to eight we had consumed all the food, plus several pots of coffee.

Sandy and Mandy said they were going to finish the motor from yesterday and do another so they will have built three total. They said that with everyone checking everyone else's work while it was in progress that they felt the quality could never be better. Dan said that he and Al could probably have a total of five units built by the end of the day. If Hank wanted to come in this afternoon, they would have enough work for him to do by then. Drew said he would have made a total of twelve sets of panels this weekend.

Hank and Tom said they were going to go in to mount the two completed bodies and load the equipment that was staged for them so they could be shipped on Monday.

They were going to make a couple of customers happy.

Sue and I were going to enjoy the Sunday papers, go to the gym this morning, and to her uncle's for lunch. We read the paper while letting our breakfast settle before spending and hour plus at the gym. From there we went up to the pool for some all over tanning. It was pretty crowded for a Sunday morning, but it was a nice day.

At home, we were leisurely getting ready to go to her uncle's, when our lust required us to make another coupling to ensure Junior was packed in. It felt like I would never quit squirting into Sue.

Sunday dinner was the usual only this time Ben didn't spend a lot of time trying to elicit information. We spent a very pleasant afternoon visiting and playing pool while mom and daughter, Beth and Sue, visited and chatted.

We stopped by the shop on the way home as it was getting close to five. Four trucks looked complete and there was a stainless steel bed that was having the locks installed. That thing was bright. It might be too much and maybe we needed to use brushed stainless steel.

Al said we had forgotten something important. He needed to have a metal plate made that said, 'Manufactured by S&S Enterprises, Inc.' with our telephone number screwed to the bed

He was right, that should be done before we shipped a truck.

Al then handed me a small oblong plate cut from scrap stainless steel that he had painted and sealed saying these would do for a start.

All of the motor shop people were proud to have completed another engine so the teams had each produced and tested three motors over the weekend. The motor crews all wanted another beer as a reward. They were welcome of course.

At home Phil and Judy were at the bar with Tiny and Ruth, talking about how the announcers had featured our truck, even mentioned that several of the cars in the race were using frames manufactured by the company, and that a few were using our specially built engines.

We had hamburgers and hot dogs from the grille, with the usual picnic cold slaw, baked beans, and potato salad.

Sue was especially subdued this evening with a very pleasant grin on her face. She was sitting back, chatting, and rubbing her tummy as if anticipating what was to come.

When the folks began leaving, Drew went home by himself, and Sandy and Mandy said there were staying in tonight. Sue and I enjoyed a small glass of wine before we went to bed to cuddle, make love drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.



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Chapter 64

Day Sixty-four - Monday

I woke Sue by softly sucking on her distended nipples. She opened her eyes while she was deep in an orgasm. She shivered and said, "Fill me up, lover, but I'm already carrying our son. I know it in my heart that he's in there right now growing, getting bigger by the minute. You're going to be a dad. Make love to me."

Our lovemaking was full of intimate touching and kissing, holding me deep within her as both of us were shaking and shivering through our release. This is the way lovemaking is supposed to be.

We were ready for the crew when they started to show up. Phil and Judy brought breakfast sandwiches and a lot of good cheer, saying it was going to be a great week. Phil felt like he had a great chance to get several government bids, as well as a huge Saudi bid. The Saudi bid was for equipment spanning five years. Each year was enough to make our nut, making everything else we did for the year pure profit.

Phil was excited to be interviewing some Spanish-speaking salesmen to send off to South America to sell more equipment. We had special permission to sell new equipment in several countries without paying a duty fee. Phil was going to focus on those.

Sue was excited that her website would be online today with her new fashions, meaning she should get a slug of new orders. Her company was really booming. She said she was going to be topping a million a month in new orders. She had told me privately how proud she was of both of us, as she didn't need the money that her mom and uncle prized so much. We had made enough on our own to live the rest of our lives without going hungry.

Actually at this point, we could sell out and be very comfortable forever.

At the shop there was a freshness that had invaded the building. Everyone was excited to begin the new week, to produce for themselves and for the company. The excitement seemed to include everyone.

Our race day truck returned to park in our lot. Our two men said that they had been busier than they could ever have expected. They felt as if it would take a four-person crew to work the truck, as the little sales took away from the time they could be spending with a crew chief getting the right part.

They especially wanted a couple of Ford engines, along with at least two Dodge engines. They felt like our reputation was important, but the idea that a team could buy one of our engines, install it, and immediately go racing was a big plus. They said the NASCAR officials all said that there was no reason to tear down an engine, as they knew it was going to be right.

The guys didn't have to leave until Wednesday afternoon so I told them to think about working with their wives. The ladies could sell all the trinkets and pick up items, while the guys could concentrate on taking care of the team buyers. They liked the idea and said they would discuss it with their wives. They collected their pay, doubled, and double commission, heading home with big grins.

Phil said he would have one of his girls inventory the truck and begin re-ordering product, along with the new list the guys had given him. Phil was looking at the truck as an advertising avenue that he wanted to keep in people's minds.

With Gene's help, I was able to buy four Ford crate engines and get the NASCAR specs for the motor. My two militant feminists said they knew Ford motors and wanted to build them. The two gay guys said they wanted to build them too, so that the girls would have someone for checks and balances. If both teams built two motors a piece, it was fine with me.

Debbie said the phone was ringing off the hook from teams that had been at the race this weekend. There were several inquiries as to whether we had less expensive motors and if we do our own financing. I told her I thought our website should be up, so we could put an entire area for race car or motor sports support.

I went upstairs to see Phil about the website. He said he was ready to put other products in it now. He had the Onan line, the various welding supply lines, and the new Truck line, complete with our video, ready to go. I asked whether we could get the race car support group up to include the motors, frames, and sheet metal, and to also feature the truck for Winston cup on site support.

Phil thought that would be good and said he would get the site builder to work on it today. He next told me confidentially, he felt that this week could be one of the highest volume weeks to date as he had already heard from two of his major bids that the folks awarding the contracts were thoroughly investigating us. Phil said Tiny was all over it, making sure our bankers and the county folks lauded us.

Ruth introduced me to her new assistant, Marsha, building her up to me as someone who had extensive experience in human relations. While I was talking to Ruth about whether we should split up faxes, one for race car support and one for everything else, Marsha got up and hopped to the closet, got something out, then hopped back.

Marsha saw me looking and said, "My leg is sore today, so I took my prosthetic leg off for a while. I hope that doesn't upset you."

I smiled at her saying, "One of my best sheet metal men has a fake leg too, so don't be concerned, I was just surprised. You do hop pretty good," I joked.

Going back to the shop through the lunchroom, I thought that we had a pretty diverse group of folks working here. The one group we did not have anyone of was a black. I wondered why none had applied. I was guessing that, since almost all of our employees were the result of a direct referral, we had not advertised for people as yet. We did have a Mexican, a couple of Germans in rebuild, an Oriental of whatever nationality, and a Venezuelan in Phil's customer service area, but no blacks. We weren't against women as we had four of them in motors with a female supervisor there. We weren't against the rainbow crowd as we had three avowed gay couples. We even had a deaf guy.

Speaking of Bob, Sandy was over in the frame area signing to him. Does everyone know how to sign but me? Come to think of it, Sandy has been talking to Bob during most all her breaks and at lunch. Wonder if there is something there? Bob was a nice, good looking, guy, that was respectful and a hard worker. Those two could be a good couple.

I checked with Al and Dan saying that if they were any good, we needed the people that they interviewed Saturday to work with them in utility bed/body building. We would probably need to find a couple more guys to work in sheet metal.

Al asked if I thought that we would really sell that many trucks. I answered him honestly, "I don't know how long the orders will keep up but right now we are only marketing them in the southeast, mostly Florida. All the trucks sold so far are for Florida because we haven't marketed them anywhere else yet. We are about to put the truck on the web and Phil is going to do a mass mailing in the Carolinas, Virginias, Georgia, and Maryland. If there is a big interest, he wants to take a truck to some commercial shows to show off. We have a potential to sell a lot of them, so I think we should be proactive about hiring."

"If we don't sell enough to keep four guys busy, then both you and Dan are good welders. We have several other products I'd like to get out, so I think we'll have enough work for four more guys."

Tiny paged me to call him, so I went to the phone in the sheet metal area to call him. As I did, I looked up toward his window to see him answer the phone turning to look at me.

"The real estate agent for the property next door and the owner are here, do you have time to go look at the property?"

"I do, but before we get into numbers, have you been able to do any research on the property yet? We better know everything about the property we can before we commit to anything."

"I did the title search, county tax collector search, and talked to the building commissioner department who condemned the property. I'm ready for them."

"Good, I'll meet you in the showroom."

The agent was like a puppy dog with his tongue hanging out. The owner was a very old guy named Ernie, he was still sharp as a tack. We walked over the grounds that were grown up in weeds, except the areas that were concrete. He opened the building and showed us a fairly nice building. It had a very small office area and a large open warehouse. The building had been used to repair and store construction equipment, such as expensive cranes, specialized graders, paving, and other equipment.

He showed me the six large rear doors that were nearly forty feet high. Two of the doors were partially off the track. As heavy as they were, the doors could be really dangerous. That was why the building was condemned. The owner said that the tracks that the doors rolled on needed to be replaced as they had let go where joining welds had broken. He said he didn't know whether the motors for the doors would still work or not. The reason he had never repaired the doors was he had trouble finding a company with a crane strong enough to handle the doors. He said he figured that whoever bought the property would probably just tear the building down so he had not pursued repairing the doors for the last couple of years. The building had been empty and for sale now for three years.

The salesman began jabbering about what the owner wanted and how it could be financed and on and on and on. I looked at the owner and winked, then told the salesman that it was a little early for us to discuss money yet. We needed to do some investigating first.

Turning to the owner I asked him if he were hungry. He smiled and asked, "You buying?"

"Sure, let me call my wife and see if she wants to feed us or if she wants to eat over at the little Greek restaurant."

Sue said she would be at the shop in ten minutes, as she would love to eat at the restaurant. By the time we had locked the building and the gate to the fenced property, Sue was pulling up to the shop. She got out of her topless Mustang and gave me a smokin' kiss and hug. Sue was especially bouncy and radiant today. But she is that way every day. The salesman sprouted a boner at the sight of her and the old guy building owner fell in love at first sight. Instead of a bunch of cars, we all got in Tiny's big new Expedition for the short ride to restaurant.

The restaurant owner was happy to see us, Sue mainly, and sat us in what we now considered our special place, close to the kitchen, so he could visit with us. Ernie sat on the other side of Sue, who was displaying some delicious cleavage, as usual. He was cool though, as he was able to keep his eyes up most of the time. The salesman only spoke to her chest whenever he said anything to anyone.

Sue asked the old guy all about the property. When he had bought it, who had used it, and why he had not sold it yet. She told him that we only wanted it for storage right now, but the way we were growing, that could change. Ernie was extremely talkative to Sue, but then who wouldn't be.

By the time we finished lunch I think Ernie was ready to adopt Sue and I. He was very interested in our quick growth, and almost had a fit when he found out that Sue had her own business, as well. He asked us a couple of times if we were in need of a backer, as that's what he did best, investing in growing businesses. Tiny assured him that we didn't need financing at this time. Since Tiny took care of Sue's books too, he told Ernie that Sue's company was in good shape too.

When we went back to the shop, Sue told Ernie that we had a gathering at our home every evening and if he wanted to stop by about five thirty this evening, he would be welcome. She gave him a little map on the back of her business card. We all watched as she got in her Mustang, and there was a collective sigh as she drove off.

Tiny told the real estate guy and Ernie to come in and he would talk to them a little to see where they were on selling the building. I excused myself, saying I needed to check on projects in the shop. Tiny would do a good job setting the folks up for us to get the place for a fair price.

Al and Dan had a stainless steel body almost complete. It was bright, very bright, but looked really neat. I could see a company wanting one, if for nothing else but to show off.

Debbie paged me to the showroom and when I arrived she introduced me to two new owners of our trucks. Both of these men were from Miami and had planned on driving back together. Debbie had two packets made up for them, each containing an itemized list of the accessories and the state paperwork. The new trucks already had temporary tags on them.

Debbie and I took the men through our shop, showing them our various operations. One of the guys said he really liked the stainless steel model. I told him it was an experiment, as we had thought we might see what it looked like and to see if the customers would pay the extra for the metal.

Out back, the two trucks were ready to roll, polished and full of fuel. They looked good, better than our original truck. The guys went over the truck, checking the equipment, opening doors and drawers, until their excitement waned enough for them to say they needed to get on the road. Debbie said that all the paperwork and funds had been taken care of, so I shook their hands and thanked them for their business. We watched as the two trucks left the back lot.

Debbie and I now knew what a car salesman felt when a car they sold was 'over the curb.'

The noises of the shops were addicting. Abe's had enough people, that at least once or twice a day, they were firing up big diesel motors to test the work they had done. The motor shop had their testing noises after an engine was built, doing the run ups and static testing. The welders made some big buzzing noises, along with banging and cutting. The sheet metal area was actually the quietest, as all you heard was the almost melodic bending and forming of panels, after the high pitched cutting. It was a nice working environment.

Debbie said I needed to spend some time answering phone calls, so I went back to our office and worked my way down the list. A couple of calls were from small teams or individuals that wanted to know if we built the entire car. I had to tell them no, as we didn't need to be in the whole car business. I referred them to the guy who was always trying to get me to build something for him for nothing. Perhaps he would see the value of paying a fair price for something.

There were a couple of frame orders and a Ford motor order in the calls, but the nice part was that the calls from various owners, crew chiefs, and track officials complimenting the company for our product and for the trailer store. Some had product suggestions, but most were just praise and hoped we would continue to come to the races.

I called Gene to get his opinion on a truck for the truck event and possibly a separate truck for the Busch series races. He said that one for the truck event would possibly be good, but those owners were pretty cliquish. The suggestion was to have some sheet metal, a couple of motors, and some suspension parts. He thought that a display of one of our frames would be good. We ended the call with him saying, "If you want their attention, you have to show that you are one hundred percent in the truck business and paint up a tractor and trailer with just the trucks."

I went to ask Tiny what he thought, and if he could come to any conclusion as to how much the actual investment was to put the truck at a race. Tiny was still in his office with the real estate salesman and the property owner. The discussion must have been going in our favor or else Tiny would have shown them out a while ago.

I asked Phil if he had any numbers on what the truck cost to go to the races. He gave me a copy of what Tiny had figured, along with the additional cost of the re-supply we sent. It would be fair to think there wouldn't be a re-supply for our intro into the truck races, so I used that figure and about half of the revenue we did for our first exposure. It made sense to try as, with very low volume, we should break even within three races.

I called the Lakeland team owner as he had trucks and had bought two truck frames and a motor already. He thought we would do all right, but he warned me that a lot of the guys racing trucks didn't have a lot of money and were operating on a shoestring. He felt as if everything should be cash and credit card only. While he had me on the phone, he gave me his findings on what I had asked him for as to what panels were replaced the most. This was valuable as we could carry extra of these on the truck, along with a full set.

I made a note to Tiny to lease another truck from Penske and to see if we could get another trailer just like we had purchased before. I made out the order for the sheet metal to sell on the truck, along with the three motors that I wanted to carry. The general parts order that we had made, plus the add-on items the two driver/salesmen brought back, was put in a formal order to all the parts houses we dealt with.

Al and Dan had started two additional guys and Drew was watching them closely, at the expense of slowing down on the utility bodies. He seemed to be happy with their productivity and the observance of our quality standards. I asked that the truck sheet metal order I put in be moved to the front, so we could put it on the new race day sales truck for this weekend.

I called Gary and told him what I was planning. I told him that I needed another ex-crew chief and possible another ex-crew member for a team like he and Sam. He said he would call me back in a few minutes and hung up.

While still musing over the inventory list of the new truck, Gary called back and said he had just the pair. They were a little older, but were dying to get back to being a part of race days. He said he had them coming right in and they could be at my front door any minute.

He was right, as a couple of older guys came in the showroom and instantly went to the sample motor and were looking over the frame and sample car hanging from the ceiling. We introduced ourselves and next took them on a tour of the shops and out to the tractor-trailer rig that was our Winston Cup race day sales truck. The two guys fell in love with the idea, and both still had current CDL licenses, so driving a big truck was taken care of.

When I told them their truck wasn't built yet, they both had a disappointed look on their faces. I told them to research everything they could on the truck races and be ready to leave Wednesday evening. I explained that if it were easier for them to bring their wives, they were welcome. They told me that they were not married and that they lived together in a sort of semi-retirement.

While we were talking, I saw Tiny show the real estate guy and the property owner out. They were all smiling so it was probably good news. I wanted to hear all about it, but getting a truck and trailer here was most important.

I excused myself from the two and went to see Tiny and asked that he get Penske on the phone and get a truck and trailer here so we could work on them. I told Tiny that we would have time to discuss his property deal over a beer later.

We went back to the paint shop to find Hank. He was pushing out the stainless steel utility body that he had coated with a tough epoxy that helped dull the glare of the highly polished stainless steel. Hank had done a good job making the body look even better, while keeping the glare down.

"Hank, we are putting another truck at the races this weekend. Do you think you can handle the trailer tomorrow? This one is going to be at the truck races, so the paint theme needs to be for trucks. If you need some ideas, use the Internet in my office. Debbie will help you look stuff up."

"No problem, Steve," Hank smiled. "Will Shawna be able to do the tractor, or do you want me to do that too?"

"We'll talk to her this evening and find out whether she thinks she can come back to work yet. If not, you can be as nuts as you wish, but with a truck theme."

I told the two guys that they were going to be employees with all the benefits that employees have. Upstairs with Ruth, they got the idea that we were a company that would look after them. I told them to come by tomorrow afternoon so Ruth and Tiny could show them how to use the credit card equipment.

Tiny told me that the tractor and trailer were in route.

I had already ordered and received the pipe to make the edges of the cuts easier to handle, and to make the reinforcements I needed. What I had forgotten was a carpenter to make the cases and bins we would need on the truck, so I called the contractor and asked him if he could have the cabinet guy that we had used before come by. He might need a helper, as this was another of my rush jobs.

As soon as the tractor and trailer came into the lot, I was busy building the internal frame that would keep the sides from collapsing when I cut them. Next I installed all of the hinges at the points where we had before. The next step was easy, Tom and I cut the lines on the truck starting at the bottom and finishing on the top cut to hinge out to make a canopy. Next with Tom's help we put the pipe on the sharp edges completing the trailer modification.

Tom and I quickly cut the plywood to fit the bottom of the trailer. Once the floor was screwed down, we were ready for Hank.

Hank had his equipment ready and was dressed in his space suit. He was covered from the top of his head to his feet with goggles and a breather unit. He fired up the portable compressor and went into the trailer to paint the entire inside.

When he finished the inside, Hank began the outside with a really light, bright blue. It was good the day was not windy as the paint came out very nice. Hank was able to get two coats on the trailer quickly.

The tractor was put into a paint booth and taped off. Hank painted the entire tractor with the same blue paint. He obviously had an idea of what he wanted to do already.

It was time to call it a day. All the departments were cleaning up. I loved when the shop was ready for the next day. Everything neat with the floor shiny made the place very inviting. I noticed that everyone, even the girls from upstairs, was going up to the wall where the tool room was, taking cards out of a rack, stuffing them into a machine and putting them back in a rack.

Damn, we were making everyone use time cards. Sure hope they didn't get pissed about it. I wondered whose idea it was to have this contraption on the wall.

Everything was being locked up so I went out to my truck and drove home, arriving just in front of the folks who had left the shop heading here for a beer. Sue was entertaining Mr. Wainwright, Ernie, the property owner we had gone to lunch with. He was bracketed by the over endowed Sue on one side and the buxom Joan on the other. I hadn't noticed before but Joan was now noticeably losing weight, becoming a very shapely babe but retaining her big bazooms like Sue had. Poor guy he couldn't decide which way to look as both were showing some dramatic cleavage.

I went to the bar thinking I might have a Beefeater martini before supper but was intercepted by Tiny who handed me a beer.

"Before you talk to Wainwright, I need to tell you what kind of deal we are making. Earlier, I showed them the two figures you asked me about. One to repair the building and two, to tear it down and build a storage building. Wainwright bought my idea that the value he had placed on the property was too high at a minimum of the cost to repair the building. We discussed it back and forth a while and came up with a very nice figure for his twenty acres that includes the building if we pay him off by the end of the month, which is Friday. We have the cash but it will strap our cash flow for a while. If you have any sources to borrow the money, then do it and let our cash flow pay it back over the next couple of months."

"Jeez Tiny, that's a hell of a deal. For that kind of deal, we might even let him eat with us tonight."

Tiny laughed, "Don't forget, you already fed him at lunch."

I took my beer and went to sit with Sue, Joan, and Wainwright. He greeted me with, "Did your man tell you about the deal we made?"

"He did, but why don't you tell me the whole thing, so I really know the deal. Sue wants to hear it too."

"You're going to buy the place at the ridiculous figure we agreed upon, but you have to pay me by Friday. If you can do that, we got ourselves a deal. I need some cash for taxes and some improvements on some other properties. This one is nothing but a drain on me right now, it's good riddance." At this point he chuckled a couple of times. "If you buy it, you're responsible for the damned condemned property insurance. Sorry girls, I didn't mean to curse."

They forgave him by shaking their upper bodies enough to make him and I forget our names, when Sue spoke up, "We'll have the money to you before Friday. You just make sure you have all the closing documents ready. No title, no money!"

"You're a tough little lady, if I didn't know better, I'd say you resemble one of the older families around Tampa, the Phillips. Old man Phillips was a dear friend of mine. If he had not married his Nina, I would have. They had two nice kids. The boy is Ben Phillips, a lawyer in town and the girl's name is Beth. Seems she had a baby back twenty-five, thirty years ago. Don't remember who her husband was.

Sue sat up straight, which put her prominent chest in full display, "You mean my Uncle Ben and my mom, Beth Phillips."

"You're Jake Phillips granddaughter? Holy smokes, you could probably buy and sell me on an hourly basis. And this guy is your husband? Did you start him in business?"

"No sir, Mr. Wainwright, Steve built his business all by himself. So far he hasn't used one dime of the Phillips money, even for all the expansion he is doing. I might be able to help on this one if he lets me, but he is pretty stubborn about using anyone's money but his own."

"Son, I like you even more. Not many would pass up the opportunity to live high on the hog off his old lady's money. You're quite a guy. Glad to do business with you." With that he stuck his hand across the table for a shake.

"Damn, I'm finally doing business with a Phillips," Wainwright said with sigh.

"Sorry sir," Sue apologized. "You're really doing business with Steve and Sue Sharp. Steve didn't take my name, I proudly took his. You know he's building this business for his son, don't you."

I looked at Sue puzzled. She winked at me and sent me an air kiss.

"Oh, you two have been married long enough to have a son already?

"Actually sir, you are the first person to know, I'm pregnant with our son right now. Or at least I hope it is a little Stevie."

My mouth was open wide enough to not only catch bugs, but probably a passing bird or two.

Wainwright saw my shock, "You didn't know yet, did you?"

All I could do was shake my head, still staring at my smiling wife.

"Well congratulations, son, you two will make great parents, good examples of what's right about this country. Glad I got to be a part of the announcement."

He lifted his glass high and said, "To you both and the new one on the way, I salute you."

He had said this loud enough that all of our friends had paused long enough to hear the toast. As soon as they grasped what Wainwright had said, they mobbed Sue. Glenda and Ruth were kissing and hugging her, Mandy and Sandy were almost crying, they were so happy for her, Shawna, Hanna, and Debbie wedged their way into the mesh to further grope and congratulate Sue.

Wainwright motioned me toward the bar to have a drink with him, Phil, and Tiny. Charlie came wheeling up to us and said, "If you pour me another beer, I'll shake the hand of the new dad."

I drew another beer for Charlie, Tiny, Jim, Tom, Al, and made another scotch and water for Mr. Wainwright. We were all in a festive mood.

Phil said, "Let me brighten your day, Dad. I was called just as we were closing tonight to tell me that our bid to the state of Florida for the generator back up systems at all of the FDLE locations was accepted. Earlier, we were notified that the feds have accepted our bid for the generators for all of their Southeast FBI and Customs locations. Those two, Steve, will make you a rich man, this year, and next year. Want to know how much those two bids are for?"

"Don't tell me, just let me know how we are going to put together the crews to install them. That is going to be a real trick."

"That is not a problem, Steve." Phil said in a proud voice. "Part of the bid was an agreement we made with Barnhart Electrical Construction. They are excited to be installing equipment for the next eighteen months."

"How did we do on markup. Government jobs are notoriously close," I asked.

Tiny answered this one, "We came out with our normal margin for a high volume customer."

All I could say was, "No shit!" Then, after recovering from the shock, I had to say something. "Phil, it sure was a lucky day when Abe told me to hire you. You sure have taken us to some new levels."

"I have a very serious question, Steve." Phil said as he winked at Tiny, and now Judy, who had joined us. "Do these two deals fall within your double commission plan, or does it only count for goods delivered and billed?"

"I don't know, Phil. I planned on it being for any business written during the month. It takes too long to ship it or to get it shipped. That's alright with you, isn't it?"

"Judy climbed up into my lap and gave me a smoldering kiss. If I were younger, I'd have your baby too."

"Hawaii, here we come," Phil said. "Judy and I have always wanted to go to Hawaii and this commission is going to pay for it. Holy smokes, this is not a windfall, it's a fricken hurricane."

I asked Tiny in an intimate voice, "Will there still be any margin left?"

"Plenty my man, loads, and loads. So far, we haven't given anything away," Tiny assured me.

Mr. Wainwright stood up, "Well, congratulations on your big business deal today, and congratulations for buying my property. What is an albatross for one person is an eagle for another. I have to get. I have a dinner engagement and do not wish to leave the lady alone too long. Hope you all invite me back." He walked out of the patio and out to his big Lincoln.

Tiny was pretty happy tonight. "Want to know how your truck did, profit wise, after all the loading factors are figured in?"

"Sure do, if we break even, the venture is worth it for the advertising."

"You don't have to worry about just breaking even, your idea paid a profit, not gross sales, but a net profit of one hundred one thousand plus some change."

"No way," was the only thing I could say.

"Way, my friend," Tiny said standing, "I've figured the total races yet to come and divided the cost of the truck and the total annual salaries of your two men. These numbers represent your real profit before taxes. You made enough from the one truck to not only lease and paint a new rig, but also fill it up with inventory as well. This coming week will really be important. If sales are up on both trucks, we will have another brand new S&S business."

Sue came to me at that point and said, "Are you going to feed me or am I supposed to fill up on junk food tonight?"

"Have someone bring the steaks and I'll fire up the grill. Let's get some salad made and let's party. Sue, how about breaking out some of that wine we found a deal on? I think tonight calls for some wine."

We ate, drank, and had some delicious Shawna handmade Dutch apple pie, my favorite. Shawna said that she felt domesticated today, so she made up a bunch of pies. She told me she would come back to work next week and to let Hank paint the truck and trailer. She promised to make up any work she missed. I told her not to worry, to just take care of Charlie until he could take care of himself.

After supper, Sue and I took a long walk, ending up at the pool and swimming for a solid half-hour. We sat in the hot tub to have a few minutes of private time.

"So when did you find out you were pregnant?" I asked.

Sue smiled, "I've known for a few days. I've just felt it inside."

"Did you take a test or see a doctor?"

"Not yet, but when we get home I'm going to pee on a stick and see what it says. I already know though, I'm pregnant."

I gave her a tender kiss, hoping she was right and didn't disappoint herself by thinking she was pregnant and wasn't.

Sue surprised me, "Did you know that Sandy has a phenomenal crush on Bob. She told me that she was going to invite him over tonight. She did and they were moony-eyed at each other all night."

Knowing how much Mandy and Sandy meant to Sue, I asked, "How do you feel about losing both of our bed buddies?" "I'll miss them, but I'm so happy for both of them. Mandy and Drew are the sweetest couple that you could ever find. And Sandy and Bob, well, they took off just before we went for our walk. From what Sandy said, I don't think they will be coming back tonight. I'll miss them both, but I'm glad they got lucky like I did."

"Now I have you, my husband, all to myself, tonight anyway," Sue said standing up and getting out of the tub.

Back at the house, the patio group had pretty well disappeared. We said goodnight to Glenda and Martin as well as to Ruth and Tiny, leaving us alone with me having a little scotch and water, while Sue had a light rum and Diet Coke. We locked up, made a ceremony of Sue peeing in a cup and sticking the indicator in the pee for the prescribed amout of time. We stared with fascination as the "We're gonna have a baby color" became bright.

"So, how do you know it's a boy?"

"I don't, but that's what I feel we'll have. We'll have a girl later, but right now, it'll be a boy."

"So, how do you feel about your kids growing up in a trailer park?"

"I thought of that. Actually I thought a lot about that. But you know what? Our kids will grow up with all our friends' kids and be some of the best kids there ever were, because they will be loved and be with friends that care for them too."

"Good answer. Glad you want to stay with our friends, I know I do. Do you think we'll have to add a nursery out on the patio?"

"Probably, Joan and Betty both want kids and they both think that they are getting close to being able to afford to have them. Shawna, Hanna, and Debbie all want babies. They all told me they were even a little envious because I beat them. You watch though, all of them will be pregnant with their own kids very soon. There will be babies everywhere."

"I think I'm going to like being a dad. I hope I'm as good a dad as mine was."

Sue looked a little wistful, "Since I've never known my dad, I hope you are a good one too. But since I think that Ben's my dad, I've thought that he was a pretty good dad. He was always attentive to me, helped me with my homework, took me places, and was always there when I needed him. I sure hope my mom and Ben come clean with me. I want to call him "Dad" too."

We went to bed and spent a long time just kissing and hugging, until nature took its course and we ravaged each other, putting us to sleep.



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Chapter 65



Day Sixty-five - Tuesday

My eyes popped open to see the red numerals on the clock say four-forty five. I listened to see if I had heard a noise and awakened because of it.

I closed my eyes to get that extra forty-five minutes of sleep.

"I'm gonna be a dad," was running around in my head. "Well dummy, you were fucking like bunnies, and she did tell you that she was trying.

"I always thought it took a month or so after you quit taking birth control pills before you could get pregnant. Did I think that, or was I just wishing for it.

"Wow, a boy, my boy. The little sucker will get two of the nicest milk spigots around, that's for sure. He'll have to be a big'un to drink all the milk Sue is going to produce. Women's breasts swell up when they are pregnant and give birth. Hope Sue's don't pop,

"This whole thing has been fast, really fast. My vacation plan was to do what? Enjoy some leisure, not working. Perhaps meet some new friends. Do some interesting stuff that would give me memories for when I went back to the platforms.

"Well, I have some good memories, that's for sure. I also have some damn nice prospects to look forward to. Funny, I'm not worried about the future at all. Somehow I just know Sue and I can take anything on. Even when we're not together, I have a comfort level, just knowing that we're getting back together in a little while.

"Now that I've pondered about all this, it's time to get up. Oh boy, I get to kiss my wife awake, wow, MY WIFE. Makes my heart go pitty pat, that's for sure."

I gave a nearby nipple a quick suck, or would that be a quick deep throat. Next, I kissed her lips as she moaned and moved about from the intensity of a nipple suck when a person is asleep.

The more I kissed her cheeks, eyes, and ears, the faster her breathing became until Sue opened her eyes, and seeing me, hugged me tight, saying the magic "I love you," over and over again.

We got up to go our separate ways. Sue to the pot and me to the coffee pot, to meet in the shower. Our mutual washing became fondling that became, oops, fucking, until my no longer needed seed was running down her legs. We finished washing, weak-kneed, but with pleasant smiles on our faces.

When we turned the light on right at six, we were greeted shortly by Sandy and Mandy, accompanied by Drew and Bob. Those four all had nice smiles too. Phil and Judy showed up right after six with boxes of breakfast sandwiches and pastries, claiming they were still celebrating winning the bids.

"So, Phil, what's happening with those bids from South America that you were working on that you felt were a lock?"

"They will come, these others take precedence today," Phil told me. "I'll take care of the others when the time comes. Nice to know that you remember what I've told you though. You really do keep up better than any of us have a right to expect."

Sue said she would front the money for the new property for a month. I was determined to really do a pay as you go. The cost of the property, the cleanup and the repairs to the building was just more than Tiny could squeeze out of cash flow, and still pay bills and make payroll. The company could have borrowed the money commercially but why not pay Sue the interest instead of a bank.

So Tiny started off the day making sure Ernie was setting up a closing. Since he had a contract for the building, Tiny had called the contractor to do the repairs to the building and to prepare it the same as he had on our place. We were not going to pave the full twenty acres though. The thought was to clean up the property and put in grass where it was not paved. We could always pave more of the property, as we needed it.

Abe wanted to begin putting rebuilt equipment over there as soon as possible and we needed more space to store old equipment before he could rebuild it. We were going to open a large part of the fence separating the two properties and pave a wide strip to the paved area around the big building.

Tiny was letting the contractor into the property, so I went over to look at the place in more detail. The offices were a small area in the front corner of the building. It was just three rooms and a bathroom, with windows looking outside and to the huge warehouse. When you walked out of the office area you felt small, as the ceiling was so high and the warehouse so big. The place was two hundred-fifty feet deep by seven hundred feet wide, which figures out to be one hundred seventy-five thousand square feet of covered area, enormous. I finally realized what the building reminded me of, a large airplane hangar. Too bad we weren't closer to the airport, as this would be an ideal hangar for small to medium planes and helicopters.

The place was too big to air condition so it really wouldn't be good for a manufacturing facility. But part of it could be partitioned off and insulated sufficiently that we could air condition a large area. I paced off the office width. It was approximately thirty-six feet. If a partition followed the line from the office, all the way back that would be nine thousand square feet. That would be large enough to use for almost any kind of manufacturing and it sure would not detract from the useable remaining space. I would keep this in mind and make sure Abe began storing his equipment on the other end. I couldn't see him ever using the entire building for rebuilt equipment.

Enough of the daydreams, I checked on the shops to see how everyone was doing. Everything was humming smoothly. The contractor's cabinetmaker and helper had commandeered the area nearest the door of the frame area. He had a large stack of materials that he was working his way through.

Hank had painted the trailer already but this time he had winged pickup trucks chasing motors and the S&S logo. The way he created the paintings against the light blue background caught your eye instantly.

I went to see how he was doing with the tractor, but he was in the paint booth with the red light on, indicating that it was unsafe to enter without protective gear. I would see it soon enough.

Phil said that this coming week he was going to have a seminar in our large meeting room. The seminar was going to be like a trade show with representatives from our major manufacturers. He had sent out over five hundred invitations and had already received back over three hundred confirmed attendees. He had speakers on preventative maintenance issues, plant-manufacturing problems, and even had some speakers on small business financing. The idea was to educate our buyers and let them know about our ever-expanding line of commercial products. Phil was planning these seminars, at least quarterly, to targeted customer groups.

Abe was in my downstairs office with a guy a little older than I was. He introduced Jed as the person who was going to be his second in command within the rebuild shop. It had become too much for him to watch over, so he had been proactive about it and found a guy he trusted to work with him. Jed had been a production supervisor at a large forklift manufacturing plant. Abe had met him while buying parts to rebuild a forklift. Jed was fascinated with the quality of our work and told Abe that he could work for a company like ours. Now he did.

Abe took me aside and said, this guy is going to be my replacement one of these days. I don't know how long I can keep up the pace you've set. You and I started out real small, but the place has really grown far beyond what I could ever believe. You've paid me so well, it's like I have more than enough for my retirement years. I'm not quitting, or retiring yet, just letting you know it could happen. Get to know Jed, he's a good man, you'll like him.

Debbie had me returning calls for a while and talking to our steel supplier. Their prices had gone up a little, but we were now in a high enough discount level that our margin wasn't really affected yet. I sent Tiny a note so he could keep track of our costs per unit.

The local car builder had an order for three frames, three sets of sheet metal and three motors. That was a bunch of bucks for him. The order had been paid for in advance on a credit card. Since there wasn't any dickering with him this time, I called him and thanked him for his business. He said the blueprints for the frame and sheet metal were to be delivered later today, so the sooner we could deliver, the better. We had the entire conversation without him digging me on price, amazing.

Debbie said that since they had separated the faxes, her job had become considerably easier as she wasn't calling people back that she couldn't help. She also said that she was getting a good handle on the racing business, saying we had a great reputation so far. All we had to do was maintain our quality and we should be successful for a long time to come.

I called Sue to see if she wanted to have lunch and visit the gym. She did, of course, so I took off for home. We changed clothes and worked out for a solid hour, and came home to eat with her people and Glenda. Martin joined us today, talking about the manufactured home next to Sue's being for sale. He thought that we should buy it so we could rent it to Sandy or Mandy, as it appeared to him that the two of them were about to set up separate households. Sue said she thought so too, and would look into it.

Sue and I went to the pool to refresh our tans. Sue was brown enough to look of mixed heritage, while I was tanning nicely but nowhere near Sue. The time we spent together was nice though. We never spent much more than a half-hour at a time, just enough sun.

Back at work, I noticed two very large cranes next door. The contractor had the weight of the door suspended now and was working on how to straighten the rail that had broken. I asked to be lifted up to look. The heavy steel had bent about four inches. The only way to straighten it out was to heat it. This would take four or five guys with torches along with something to either raise the bent area or pull it up. The contractor got on the phone and within twenty minutes a flat bed pulled up with four more lifts. I went over to the frame shop and took five guys that could handle gas torches, along with my portable backpack from the truck. It took longer to get equipment together than it did to get the lifts to the site.

The contractor had a cable attached to the rail with just slight pull added. I directed my men to heat the rail along the bend. While they were heating the rail, I was cleaning off the old weld. The problem probably was the sloppy weld had made the wheel jump the rail. After the guys had been heating the rail for about ten minutes, I had the contractor put more upward pressure on the rail a tiny bit at a time. When the rail had pulled past the other side, I told the guys to shut down for a minute. While the steel was cooling, I had the contractor let the rail come back down signaling to him when it was positioned correctly. They had pulled the outer ends to give an inch clearance so I had them release pressure there until the ends were touching.

Using my backpack, I welded the rail closed. Using a battery operated grinder, I smoothed the weld so a wheel could easily pass over it. Next I had the contractor let me down so I could go get a couple pieces of steel to put under the rail for additional strength at the weld. Once that was in place everyone on lifts got down to watch as the door was lifted back into place.

When everything appeared to be where it should be, the contractor had us move away from the door. He hit the button to open the doors and the electric motors began pulling the giant doors open. The entire back of the building opened up. Like I said, this place was just a big hangar not at an airport.

The contractor reversed the action and the doors closed. I went up on the lift to check the weld and it had held perfectly. The only thing that would be better was to put some supports close on both sides of the weld. I suggested that more supports be added at all of the weld locations in order to insure a repeat of the problem didn't occur again.

Using the lifts that were on site, all of us welded in new supports at all the welds and welded an additional piece of steel under each joining. This should make the doors safe for a long time to come.

The guys and I cleaned up our equipment while the lifts were put back on the flat bed and hauled away. The crane folks were using the cranes to inspect the roof. The contractor was planning on painting and sealing the roof right away.

I showed the contractor the idea I had to divide an area off. He said it could be done easily and that he could use a new type of foam to insulate the ceiling and outside walls. He thought I might want an overhead door installed at the rear so we wouldn't have to use the big doors to move equipment in and out. I told him to hold that thought while I weighed what to do.

Abe and Jed came over to me to ask about what they had heard me speaking about. I told them my thoughts, but we really didn't have a product to manufacture at this time.

Jed said, "Yes, you do. You are rebuilding a few forklifts, but really don't have the space to do a lot of the bigger lifts. You know the kind that handles cars, trucks, large overseas shipping containers. That market is huge, but hardly anyone rebuilds them. A few contractors will come on site and repair them but the machine doesn't look or feel any different so the users are just as brutal with the machine as they had been."

"Do we buy them and rebuild them, or do we offer rebuild services, what's the best way to do it, what do you think?" I asked.

"All of the above," Jed began. "We can rebuild them for customers and we can buy whatever we can get our hands on to rebuild and sell. If we rebuild the big lifts, we'll be the only ones on the eastern seaboard doing it. We should be able to have customers ship us their lifts from as far north as Canada."

"Can you give me an estimate of how many units a month we could expect?"

"I'll make some calls today and see what we can get over the next month, then you can pretty well times that by ten, as there are that many users of those big lifts. We need to do one and doll it up for an advertisement. If we could show a before and after picture, that would get some excitement."

"Do it, sounds like a good business."

Even though I was enthusiastic about the niche business, I thought I should wait to see what kind of numbers he might come up with before committing a bunch of resources.

The big truck was complete and the trailer was being fitted with the cabinets and sales trays. The tractor was truly a work of art. Hank had the entire tractor covered with cartoon race trucks with caricatures of the race truck drivers. He must have been able to get pictures from the Internet, because they were very good, but funny caricatures. One guy was sitting on the hood of his truck. Another was hanging on to the tailgate as if the truck had gotten away from him. Another was standing beside his truck with his thumb out hitchhiking. It was fascinating enough that several employees were gathered around the truck, trying to see the various cartoons.

I had bought another little pickup type golf cart and had Hank paint it up for this truck too. I needed to make sure this unit had all of the advantages the first one had.

Since the truck races were often on Friday night, I called our two new driver/salesmen and asked if they wanted to get a started a day early. They instantly agreed and arrived at the shop as we were finishing loading the truck. We went over how to open the trailer canopy with the poles to hold it up and how to let down the side that was used as a display panel. We went through the inventory and the pricing sheets so they knew how much to sell merchandise for. Tiny had gone over the sales procedure for credit cards, telling them that a credit card was the best way to take payment.

Tiny issued them a credit card for fuel and hotel expenses, plus a cell phone so they could call us and we could call them. They said they were ready and excited about their new job.

We watched them pull away, hoping this was another successful venture.

When I went back into the shop, the evening cleanup process was in progress. Jed stopped me and handed me a list of companies that committed to shipping us their lifts for repairs if we opened a repair shop. Jed said, "Often, only one lift can fit on a truck and you know how expensive that is, so you know these folks desperately need a repair facility."

"My plan would be to hire men experienced with all varieties of forklifts and industrial lifts. We will repair for other forklift companies in the area and get their business, as we are not selling against them. They will welcome a company that can take a wreck and turn it back into a productive machine."

"Thanks, Jed, did you get me some numbers to work with as far as what we might be looking at for repair costs?"

"Steve, these will be just like the other items you're rebuilding. Whatever is your average parts cost on your average big generator will probably be the same on a big lift. A big cost difference will be paint. Some of these machines are huge."

"Will an area, thirty-six by two hundred-fifty be enough room? That's nine thousand square feet."

"Should be, but if you have the room to spare why not make it an even fifty feet wide. That way we can have room to get another machine around one we are working on."

"We should be able to do that. Well Jed, looks like your idea will be the next venture for S&S Enterprises. I'll run these numbers by Tiny and see what he says. We'll probably start construction on your air conditioned facility tomorrow or Thursday."

"Thanks, Steve, Abe said you would go for anything we wanted to do if it made the company better. You will be able to sell a lot of equipment to the people who send you their lifts to repair. You'll be surprised. I'll work on a bigger list of prospective customers, and see if I can resurrect some of the abandoned lifts that are out there, for us to rebuild."

Before I went home, I walked over to talk to the contractor a minute. I told him that the plan for the wall was shifted out a few feet to make the area fifty by two hundred and fifty. He looked at me a second then said, "That building is seven hundred feet long. Why don't you make the work area that you will air-condition an even hundred feet wide? With that much space you will be able to possibly grow the production facility you are planning, or you might even divide up part of it later into sections of fifty by fifty feet for small production items that do not require a lot of space. It will be easier to do it in the beginning instead of waiting till later. You're going to be putting air in a very large cubic foot area so I'll get Honeywell out here to fix you up."

"Do you think we can make the tall door on the end that we will partition off operate individually? That could allow us to open that door without opening the entire half."

"Sure, that will be easy. We will reroute the door to outside of the other door when it opens, and install a separate motor to just operate the one door. Nothing to it."

"Glad you think it's easy, and thanks for the suggestion. I'm sure we'll use up the space fast anyway."

The contractor was laughing as I walked to my truck.

Ah, home is where the heart is. Today home was where the beer was. I drew myself a beer then sat with Tiny to go over the numbers that Jed had fed me. Phil was listening and when I said that Jed felt we could sell these people a lot of equipment, Phil said, "I agree with that. Those big operators are tough to break into but once you deal with them, they will spend some big bucks with us. I would repair their lifts for free just to get all of their other business."

Tiny said, "From these numbers, I'd go ahead and try it. You just bought twenty acres and an almost two hundred thousand square foot building. Put it to use. If it doesn't work out, I'm sure you'll have something else going by then."

I told him what I had planned for dividing the building and how the future partition should work. The new building and property was becoming more important by the hour. I wondered what else we might do there.

Sue was sitting next to me and finally told me that she had Ben talk to Mr. Wainwright and was able to get us a little better deal. We would not be liable for the taxes that had not been paid yet and the county easement that no one knew about would not affect our operation. Ben had the title searched and was ready to close in the morning. I would be the representative for S&S and write a check for the property from our cash flow. Sue would lend the money directly to the company without any encumbrances. That way, the loan would only appear as a short-term debt.

Tiny said, "The cash is there, but we will need to fill it back up for bills and payroll."

"The money is being transferred tonight, Tiny. I'm loaning exactly what the check will be for in the morning, okay?"

"Perfect," Tiny said obviously relieved.

Sue said, "Believe it or not Uncle Ben is happy that we are buying more property. He said we should research all around us to buy up all we can as property is always such a good investment."

Sue and I spent some time chatting with Charlie as he was having some cabin fever issues. He said he needed to do something even if it was only one handed. I told him to come to work with Shawna and work on the bike project she's doing, only to do it with one hand.

"Charlie, if you need a jeep, someone to chase parts or hold the other end of something, I'll get a high school kid that needs an industrial arts part time job. How about it, why not put you on the payroll for a while and be productive."

Shawna had been listening to me and came over and sat in my lap. "Thank you, Steve, I've wanted him to help me anyway so this is a perfect way for him to work with me again. We like to work together. This will just be a little different."

She bounced up, gave Charlie a kiss then went to get them both refills of beer.

After supper, Sue wanted to go for a ride. Sandy and Mandy wanted to go too, but didn't want to leave Bob and Drew behind. I told them that they would have to work that out and have the guys get bikes and learn to ride, as I knew the girls were not going to ride behind anyone.

So tonight's ride was Jim and Hanna, Hank and Debbie, and Sue and me. We rode out highway forty-one to fifty-four turning east to I-75 to go south down to Brandon to a bar Jim knew about. We had a beer and went back through Tampa to the Vanishing point before going back home. A nice ride with a lot of wind in our faces.

Back home, we didn't go to the hot tub but Sue and I did go for our walk, ending up at the pool to swim hard for the exercise. We did go into the hot tub for a few minutes. Sue said that she wouldn't be able to use the tub when the temperature is over one hundred degrees. She thought that she should be able to use it most of the time though, as it was hardly ever really hot. The bubbles were what made the tub nice.

Back home I had a last drink and Sue had a small glass of wine. We were in bed making love by ten-thirty. We were both tired from a long day so we both were asleep quickly.



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Chapter 66

Day Sixty-six - Wednesday

There was a heavy pressure on my hips. Something felt very nice on my,,, oh yeah, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come right now.

My eyes opened as my juices jetted up into Sue who was quivering and shaking while coming with me as she was riding the pony. When we finished, she lay on me cuddling, kissing, and saying that she needed that.

She gave me a kiss and pulled off me to get out of bed. On the way out of bed she leaned down and sucked my shrinking dick into her mouth saying, "We taste so good together."

I made coffee while she used the pot, and then got into the shower. As soon as I joined her she was trying to stimulate me into more sexy activity. She didn't have to twist my arm at all. We kissed, I sucked her big nipples and caressed her breasts, then got behind her so I could slide into her and pound away until we both came again. This time we washed off and made it out of the shower.

We turned on the patio light just before six and waited less than a minute before Glenda made her appearance followed by Ruth. Next were Hanna and Debbie. Sandy and Mandy came over, saying they had sent their guys home last night with some things to think about.

They said that since Sue had approached them about her house and the house next to them, they had to think about whether they were really ready to settle down with guys, instead of remaining with each other as they had for so many years. Mandy thought that Drew was a really good man and Sandy thought Bob was a jewel, but they might miss each other too much.

Sue never minces words and suggested that the four of them live together. That way there could be some mixing and matching going on sometimes. That way the guys wouldn't mind if the girls wanted to play with each other, especially if they got to watch. Sue said, "You never know, you four may be another ideal poly family."

Sandy said she liked the idea, but was going to have to work on Bob, as he was a little backwards about some things. Mandy said that so far Drew had not backed off from anything she had said or done. She felt he might be kinky enough to go along with all of this.

Charlie and Shawna showed up dressed for work. Charlie said, "You might have to get me one of those high school kids to help me but I'm going to try today to see how I do."

Phil and Judy showed up with our breakfast sandwiches and donuts. Bob and Drew pulled up together right behind them and came onto the patio to get some kisses from Sandy and Mandy.

I told everyone that I had to close on the property next to the shop this morning, so they all had to get along without me micro-managing them for a change. There was the appropriate laughter, saying that I never said anything to anyone but if they didn't see me about once an hour they felt something must be wrong.

Everyone was gone except Sue's people, and Glenda and Martin. Glenda said, "Kinda like old times, huh, Steve?"

"You're right Glenda, you and I started this coffee thing in the morning together. I sure do thank you for being such a friend. I must have liked it as you can see, I stayed around."

Sue said, "I remember your first morning out here. I was watching Steve move around. I could see he limped a little and thought we should get together and match limps. The more I watched him the more I really wanted to meet him. Guess I got to do more that just meet him, didn't I?" Sue was rubbing her belly.

I kissed Sue and asked, "Want to go with me? You are a fifty percent owner of the company."

"No, I have a ton to do this morning. We are about to introduce an entire line of sexy tops for busty ladies. Our headline is going to be 'If you got 'em, flaunt 'em.' You're going to love them, the way you ogle cleavage. Anyway, you need to do this with Ben so you know he can be an ally when you need him."

We kissed again before I drove downtown in the miserable traffic to get to Ben's office. I actually found a parking space at the curb and put eight quarters in for two hours. The building Ben's office was in is beautiful and very pretentious. I was impressed, but then I live in a trailer park. I laughed at that thought.

Twenty-four floors up, I entered Ben's offices. He had an older lady as a receptionist and I could see a little younger lady working at her desk down the hall. Ben came out to greet me and showed me to his very lavish office. I thought the big office at the shop was nice, but this was unbelievable. All mahogany paneling with polished wood bookcases and matching furniture. Even his desk was cleared, except a small neat stack of paper in front of his chair.

Ben said the closing would be in his conference room as soon as Mr. Wainwright showed up. He had asked me to come early so he could go over the property deal with me one more time.

He sat at his desk and I sat in on of the chairs in front of his desk. The problem was that I sunk down too low and couldn't see the top of the desk with my knees in my chin. I stood in front of the desk and said for him to talk. He wanted me to sit, but I finally had to tell him that his chairs were very uncomfortable, as they sat too low. He frowned, but finally accepted that I would rather stand.

Ben explained about the taxes and the right of way. The county had to have access through my property to the creek behind the property. There was a gate in the back with a county lock on it for their access. There also was a front gate that had one of their locks on it as well so they could go in and out as they needed. This didn't prevent me from using the land except two places where there were gates. The price had been reduced significantly which was satisfactory with me.

Ben's receptionist announced that Mr. Wainwright and his attorney were in the conference room, so Ben and I went in also.

After the hand shaking and greetings were complete, I sat across from Wainwright saying, "Let's get this done so I can work on some other property."

We did all the signing and I wrote a great big check. Wainwright's lawyer used the phone to confirm funds were in the bank to cover the check and the deal was done. Ben looked over everything and said he would file the transfer with the county and I now owned a total of thirty acres of commercial property, amazing.

I invited Wainwright to come out for evening drinks again if he were in the area. I told him Sue would enjoy having him out. I apologized that I had to leave so soon, but said there was a couple of important projects that needed finishing this morning. I shook hands with everyone, leaving happy that I didn't have to stay around and kibitz any more that I already did.

At the shop, I immediately went next door to the contractor and told him that we were full steam ahead on all fronts. Make the partition a hundred feet wide, but I also want to extend the offices across the entire front, keeping the same theme as they are now. Fairly small offices, with each having a door to the warehouse and a door to the front hallway, as that should cover any office space I might need in this building.

The contractor showed me that they had already sealed the roof with white rubber paint. He had me get into a bucket with him and the big crane lifted us up to see the roof of the building. Smack in the middle was a giant circle with S&S in the middle. He said the front and the two sides would have a giant S&S too, as it was free advertising. This building could be seen from some of the major roadways.

His landscape guy had all the weeds down and was turning the soil to plant grass. He said that after the ground was planted they would roll it with a light roller to compact the soil.

The contractor told me the inspector that was handling the building cleared the condemnation as the doors were repaired and modified for safety. The only thing we needed to do for the factory portion of the new building was to have sprinklers installed. This had already been planned.

As I was leaving, the telephone guy pulled up and said that he would need to trench between the two buildings. I told him to make sure that any conduit he put in would be big enough to handle at least the same amount of equipment as we had in the present building. I told him to put phones every fifty feet in the partitioned area, and every one hundred feet, front and back in the big warehouse area. The offices should all have phone and data wiring and they should repeat the way they had done before, where there is a phone jack there should be a data jack.

He asked about video. Sure, put another monitor in my office with at least four feeds from the big shop area. He was also to put a monitor in Tiny's, Ruth's, Phils, and the big corner office,...

Back at the shop, Debbie was loading equipment onto the Winston Cup race day trailer with Carl and Sam. They thought they had too much equipment, but said they had thought they had too much the previous week too. I told the guys good luck and explained they would probably be in competition with the truck guys. Carl said that it would be no contest as the Busch and Winston cup races were full of big money teams, whereas the truck teams sometimes were a little hungry.

The motor folks were loud and obnoxious today. Thank goodness no one from outside the company could hear what was being said. They were all being nasty today, probably because they had a new pair of ears to hear their banter. They did keep Charlie laughing though.

Abe asked when he could start putting completed equipment into the building. I told him that as soon as the building was cleaned and painted, he could run stuff right over. He should wait until the wide paved roadway between the two buildings was complete too. I did say that he could start parking his used ready to rebuild equipment in the lot over there as they were received here. He might as well leave the ones he had staged in this lot where they are, instead of wasting time to move them back and forth.

I went up stairs and told Tiny and Phil the building was ours and that they needed to get a ride up on the lift so they could see the top of the building. They both almost ran out of the office to get a chance to ride the crane bucket above the height of the new big building.

Ruth's new helper was on the phone calling potential candidates for the new shop. Jed had given her a list of over a hundred people. She was calling them all to have them apply as soon as they could.

My desk had a stack of message notes with papers attached to them so I would know what the customer's really wanted. It took me almost two hours to work through them, but as always, the effort yielded several orders. I even got a work order to repair a giant lift a customer had, that had been broken for nearly a year. The customer was having a truck come for it immediately. He asked if I had any idea what it would cost to repair it. I told him that it definitely would be less than half of a new one and would have a year's warranty as well. That made him happy.

Considering most of those giant lifts were near a hundred grand, I felt safe in my estimate. Big companies that used big lifts were used to big bucks for equipment.

The whole time I was returning calls, Debbie was giving me more messages. She said a bunch of them were people wanting to sell me something. It would be rude if I didn't return the call so I rushed through the salesmen except for a welding supply firm that wanted to see the truck that was on the Internet. They said they wanted to market the truck for us.

A Ford dealer in St. Louis wanted to market the body for us as well. I gave them the prices and what the minimum truck was, but said the F650 was best for the body. He asked if we put any out on consignment. I laughed, saying we were so far behind on orders already, that it might be a couple of years before we had to put some bodies out on consignment.

Lunchtime was here, because Sue walked in asking me to take her to our favorite restaurant. She got to hear how the morning closing went and the plans we had for the new shop. When I told her about the S&S on top of the new building she said she would look for it when she, Betty, Joan, and Hanna went to New York for the big fashion show coming up. Sue said she had five items that would be worn by models in the big showing.

This was the first I knew about a trip.

Sue explained that they just found out today that they could get their fashions into the show. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I really did, but probably should stay here to keep watch. I told her I would ask everyone to get their opinion today, and tell her this evening if that would be soon enough. I asked why her new fashion designer wasn't going. Sue said she refused to travel and would rather stay home and work.

As we were eating, I asked if Jim, Tom, or Al were going. She said that so far the girls wanted it to be an all girls thing. I told her that I shouldn't be the one to break up their party. She just needed to take lots of pictures and take care of the critter she was carrying. Sue hugged me saying that the all girl trip should be a lot of fun and should be fairly innocent. She said she would take care of herself and that she had an appointment with a gynecologist tomorrow morning to confirm what we already knew.

"So how soon is this trip?" I asked interested in the details.

"We will leave Thursday morning, the showing will be Friday evening and again on Saturday afternoon. We are going to return either Saturday night or Sunday morning depending on the travel agent. I would really like to be back Saturday night."

"Thursday, as in tomorrow Thursday?"

"Yes, like I said this came up at the last minute. The manufacturer is going to pay all our expenses because they get the production credit, while we get the design credit."

"Well let's get out of here as you have a lot of getting ready to do. Have your girls talked to their husbands yet?"

"They all told their husbands this morning. I waited to tell you at lunch as I kind of wanted you to go along but you're right, this will be an all girls' party. It should be fun."

Back at the shop, I talked briefly to Tom and Al to see what they thought. They were happy their wives were going to be honored to show their designs. That was good enough for me, if they felt okay about it, so did I.

I walked over to the new building to see how they were doing. There was a giant machine that was blowing a liquid insulation on the entire ceiling and another two were working on the walls. This was more of a major project than I thought. What surprised me was the stuff that looked like liquid, instantly hardened and expanded into an insulating foam of between six and eight inches thick. A unique feature was that the foam settled flat, without ripples or waves. I was impressed that it even stuck to the roof without dripping.

I checked in the motor shop to find Charlie doing pretty well. He had the bike that Shawna had torn down divided into separate jobs. Charlie said he was better at heads so he was working over the heads, porting them for better flow.

I walked up to him and asked, "Hey Charlie, are you going to need a helper? Someone to chase stuff for you or to help you bust a tough nut?"

"Not yet, so far so good. When I start putting this thing back together, I might need some help. If you find a kid that wants to learn bikes, especially Harleys, bring him to me. I love to teach kids what these scooters are all about."

Shawna was working on a race car motor. I asked her whose it was. She said, "It came from one of the people who bought one of our engines. This is the one ours replaced. The customer wanted to know what was wrong with it and if we could rebuild it."

"What have you found so far?" I asked.

"Not a lot. It appears that it may be too tight. Whoever built it did a decent job. So far it balances pretty well and the heads and manifold were prepared well too. Look here," Shawna pointed to the head, "See these valve stems, they've been rubbing on the guides. Was it lack of oil, a bent stem or the guide not honed properly? The rings in the cylinders are so tight I had to oil them and slowly pull them. There needs to be some clearance, that's what rings are for to finish sealing the combustion chamber."

The little redhead stood back a second and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say this motor was put together by a mechanic fresh out of school. He was trying to do too good a job and ended up building a dud. He should have been able to see these problems on a performance test though. I wonder how it passed through the people checking and testing it."

"Are the heads salvageable?" I said looking at all the scoring on the valves and guides.

"Yeah, I can rebuild the whole thing. It's a shame to have ruined so many expensive parts though. I'll do the whole thing, build it the way it's supposed to be built and write up what was wrong, without an opinion. I'd rather get the kid that did this and teach him how to do it right. He had the right idea, but forgot about tolerances."

I wandered over to the rebuild department and found Abe by himself. I got him to walk up front with me so I could ask him a couple of questions in private.

"Abe do you think Jed might become so enamored with the big lifts that he'll not be able to handle the main rebuild shop too?"

"I think he'll be alright, Steve, he's used to handling multiple departments and projects at the same time. He's probably not used to your idea on perfection though. You and I will have to double check for a while to make sure he understands we do not let a time constraint create imperfect quality. That's the best thing you could have ever said to me. I can't stand any of my work to be second best. I think all my guys have it in their head that's the only way a product leaves our shop. I make them do stuff over all the time. They hate it if they miss something and I catch it. It's almost like a game now between all of them. They have that board up in the shop with my gigs in fence posts. Last week the high gig guy had two. When we first started the board, the high man had like almost twenty. You and I will watch Jed to make sure he understands what quality is."

"Thanks, Abe. If you see he can't handle both shops, let me know and we'll find you another assistant. Maybe we should anyway and have Jed be the assistant over in the big lifts and another guy be the assistant here. That way you can just go around and check the work on both sides."

"I like that idea. It would give me enough time to work with more of the technicians. We have some good ones, but they can all still learn, and you know how I love to teach."

"Good idea Abe, find another guy. I want you so relaxed, I'll have to wake you up to get your attention and the men so good at what they do, they know they are the best."

Abe was thinking about something else, so I prodded him a little, "What else is on your mind. I can tell when you have a question but can't get it out."

"You can tell, huh? I want us to get a uniform service for all our people in the entire shop. I don't want the uniforms mandatory but if they would rather get a uniform service's clothes dirty then I think that would be a good benefit for them. What do you think? Would uniforms be a good idea?"

"That would be a great idea, Abe. I'll start right now to get someone out to get the guys sizes and start as soon as possible. Make sure everyone knows that they don't have to wear uniforms. They still have to buy their own steel-toed boots, but we'll still provide them safety glasses that they have to wear. That's a great idea, Abe, thank you."

I went straight upstairs to Ruth and told her what I wanted to do. She pulled out her drawer and handed me two business cards of people who had stopped by to solicit us. I asked if she knew either of them. She said that the one had gotten our name from Gene.

I called Gene's crew chief, as he wore a uniform while he worked on the cars. If anyone knew if the service was good, he would and be fair in his evaluation. He was glowing about the service, saying that they even tailored the shirts for his guys so they looked good in them. He was joking but said he would help the guy measure Sue for her shirts. The thought of trying to get Sue into a uniform shirt was amusing.

The uniform rep answered what I found out was a cell phone. I told him who I was and our address. I asked if he could begin the process of getting uniforms for the people on our staff that would want them. I emphasized that some people don't like uniforms and I was not going to make it a condition of employment. A uniform did not guarantee quality.

I wanted to get the word out to the rest of the folks. I started in the frame area calling all of them together for a couple of minutes. I think they all wanted uniforms. I told them we would try to have a company meeting to pick out color or style.

I went around the partition to the sheet metal and body bed building area. I repeated the conversation and next went to the motor area. I asked everyone to come back to where Charlie was working so it wouldn't be difficult for him to get around. Hank was in Shawna's office ordering paint, so he was able to be a part of it.

As soon as I said uniforms, there were a lot of groans. That's when I told them that we were going to have a collective company meeting in our big meeting room to decide on style and color. Anyone who did not wish to wear a uniform and save his clothes from the wear and tear of what we all did for a living, did not have to wear a uniform. The uniforms were a benefit, not a way of demeaning anyone.

The two married ladies asked if I thought the uniform service would be able to fit them. One of the militant lesbians remarked, "Ah, come on tits, yours ain't that big." Her husband won some points by saying, "They're a hell of lot bigger than her plain old shirt shows that's for sure."

I said, "I've been told that the service will tailor your clothes so they fit well. If you prefer loose, tell them, if you prefer well tailored, snug, tell them. We want you to be comfortable in a uniform, if you decide to wear one. I think I'd rather let someone else wash the grease out of my clothes than have to do it myself."

By the time I left, even Shawna was talking about maybe wearing a uniform.

Back in my office, I called the salesman again and said I wanted to have a meeting with my staff so they could decide on a style or color. I told him we could have it after lunch at twelve-thirty or one o'clock or we could have it at three-thirty or four. It was likely to take a while to decide on what to get and then it would take another while to take all the sizes.

He explained that the initial three sets of uniforms were given to the employee so they could try them on and decide what type of alterations they would need. The service would alter one set and have the employee try it on to see if it was what they wanted, the rest of the set of ten would be altered and sent out. They would like all the altered sets to be tried on right away so corrections could be made quickly.

He said for us to have our meeting at one the next day so he could get started. I kept thinking that this was going to be expensive but it was a good idea for the men. I began to wonder whether our race day salesmen would want uniforms.

Upstairs, I cornered Tiny and told him about the uniforms. He thought it was a good idea and said that even though it was a fairly big cost, the benefits would be good. I asked Tiny if he had any mats of our logo so I could give it to the uniform folks. I definitely wanted our logo on our uniforms. Tiny had plenty from the printers who were doing the brochures. I told him that if he or any of the office staff wanted to wear a uniform, they could attend the meeting the next day. He said he would pass it on.

I was in my office, returning the ever-present stack of messages, when Jed came in. He sat in one of the chairs at the little table and told me that he thought he could do both sides for Abe. I told him the reason for possibly having a second guy was to help make sure that both sides continued to turn out our quality, perfect work.

Jed became a little defensive. "I know what good work is. The group I ran had the fewest errors and quality control errors of the whole plant."

"That's probably why Abe wanted you. There is a difference here though. We don't have any quality control errors. Nothing leaves this company unless it is perfect. It is everyone's responsibility to help another person to make sure what leaves here is perfect. We do perfect work. Make sure you ask yourself what is painted above every one of our doors."

Jed looked at me a second then repeated, "Is it perfect."

Jed said, "I saw the signs, 'We do perfect work' and I've seen how the guys are always checking each other's work. I've even watched how the frame guys go back over every piece, every angle and every weld over and over. And I've never heard you or Abe say to hurry, we have to get it out. Darn, you do believe you can do perfect work, don't you?"

"Absolutely Jed. A clean shop is another way to encourage what we want. Every day we begin shutting down early enough to put away all our tools and clean up. If necessary, guys mop the area they have been working in. If we need to, we'll have a cleaning service come in periodically, but so far we have been able to keep the place the way it should be. I really enjoy coming in to a clean, shiny, work area."

Jed said smiling, "I do too. That's one of the reasons I wanted to come to work here. At the time, I didn't consider what it took to keep the place looking nice. Now I do. The guys in the rebuild group get oil and grease everywhere, but come five o'clock their areas are spotless. There is even a little competition in who gets theirs the nicest. I like that. I really will work at making sure I help to produce a perfect product. Thanks for your time, I need to tell Abe thanks. Another guy might be good, but if you want, I can do both and keep the load off Abe."

Jed left smiling, obviously more knowledgeable about our goal.

Debbie spun around as Jed left, "So that's why I have to have your and my desks cleaned off and neat at night. It is nice to come in the morning to a fresh start. It's a good idea. Do the customer service folks upstairs do that too?"

"They better, as Phil knows that I prowl sometimes. The whole company needs to want perfection. It's just a small way to show we are a better group than most. I want us to be the best."

"You are boss, you are," Debbie said with a smile, turning back to her work.

I discussed with Debbie the meeting after lunch tomorrow and that I wanted to use the new auditorium. She said she would have to rent chairs, as she knew we had not bought any yet. She called Ruth who told her to order an even hundred and to have the rental company set them up for us. We didn't have a podium yet but we did have a microphone. Debbie said she would rent a podium as well. I knew we had a couple of long folding tables in the meeting room because Phil had been training field people there. We should be set.

The building next door was my next visit. The big hole in the fence had been created and the area was being graded so it could be paved. I liked the idea that the paved path would be almost a hundred feet wide. There was probably going to be a ton of traffic back and forth, plus we needed to be able to move tractor trailers back and forth as well.

The insulation was complete and carpenters were building walls at the fifty and hundred-foot mark. There were guys hanging pipe for the sprinkler system, mechanical people hanging air vents, men building offices up front, electricians hanging lights, and on the other side of the new partition, about ten men were cleaning the floor in preparation for sealing it.

Outside the building, there were probably ten more men handling powerful paint spraying equipment. The whole building was going to match the now huge, white building next door. If nothing else, our buildings looked impressive.

While I was standing, watching people work like I was a ten-year-old, I heard Debbie paging me for a phone call. I tried to jog, but ended up with a fast limp through the rebuild area and into my office. Debbie had the two new guys on the line.

They wanted to report that they had arrived and were now open for business in the garage area. They had not sold any parts yet but had sold a couple dozen T-shirts and hats already. They told me to tell Hank that they should be selling the opportunity to look at the tractor for all of the small cartoons that you can't see by just looking at it. Even the NASCAR officials had been over to look and laugh at all the cartoons of the various trucks and predicaments that Hank had put them in.

Another hot item was the new brochure describing the sheet metal re-supply program. That we would sell the teams just the pieces they had to replace rather than an entire set. The brochure worked for all three vehicles, the truck, the Busch cars, and the Winston cup cars. They said they would call tomorrow and thanked me again for the neat job, as they were right in the middle of things without sweating whether they had done a good job on their car or not.

I went upstairs to tell Phil that he had done a good job on the sheet metal brochure. He thanked me, and took me to meet one of his new girls. He said she knew more about NASCAR than anyone he's ever met. Her name was Deanne, pronounced Dee Ann. Anyway there she was, our first black worker. She wasn't dark black, but kind of a rich chocolate color. She looked tall sitting down but when I was introduced to her, she stood up. Holy smokes, she was probably six-nine, six-ten, really tall.

"Don't you say it." Deanne said in a mocking voice.

"Huh? Say what?" I said confused.

"How the weather is up here, just don't you say it," she grinned.

"Ah yes, I guess you have heard that a lot. You would be valuable in a crowd, you could find someone where the rest of us shorties can't see."

"Thank you sir, that's the first time someone actually said I had a value being so tall that someone has said it in a nice way."

"Well Deanne, how do you know a lot about NASCAR?"

"I love racing. All kinds of auto racing. I go out to East Bay all the time. I haven't missed a Daytona race in the five years that I've been out of high school. When the agency said that S&S had an opening, I begged them to send me for the interview. You haven't been around the NASCAR scene long, but you sure have built a good reputation. The little time I've been here, I can see why. People here are trying their darnedest to be the best customer service person there ever was. I'm learnin' and I'm gonna be your best."

"Well, Deanne, I may have to steal you and let you work with Debbie as she deals directly with all of the different teams, team owners, and crew chiefs."

She looked at Phil before she said to Phil and me, "Don't tease me about something like that. That would be the wildest job ever."

Phil said, "Okay, you can have her but she is really good at designing brochures, so I may have to borrow her back sometime. She could probably help you develop a brochure for your crazy motors now that they are being so well accepted."

"Deanne, when you get your area cleaned up, and any pending files given away, come down and meet Debbie and let her guide you as to what needs to be done."

I thought the girl was going to cry, she was so happy. I sure hoped Debbie wasn't prejudiced. It was going to be a hoot seeing the giant Deanne next to the barely five foot redhead. They will make quite a pair.

Downstairs, I just asked Debbie outright if she had a problem working with blacks.

"Nope, not at all. I was going to tell you that there was a new girl, really tall girl, who knows a lot about NASCAR. She would be a good person for me to have as an assistant."

"Your wish is my command. She's on her way as we speak. You get to teach her what to do, and you're going to have to let her talk to some of the racing people every once in a while."

Debbie said, "She's going to have a fit when she finds out we have four guys going to races every week. I'm going to put her in the first cubicle inside the door to the new area. The cubicle you can see into from here."

I went back to the stack of messages, working my way through them as fast as I could. Do we sell transmissions, do we have any special suspension equipment, do we build cars, do we sell Goodyear tires, do we sell formula motors, etc, etc, etc. The only thing I might consider was transmissions. But the crews usually built them with the gearing built in for the particular driver. We might try a formula or Indy motor but that would be a learning curve.

There was one interesting call. A guy who claimed to be the next Evil Knevil wanted a specially built Harley Sportster. He wanted beefed up suspension and as much power as we could generate as he wanted to use it to jump long distances. I told him I would call him back after I discussed it with our motor group. I was sure Shawna would want to build it, but would the guy be willing to pay what it would cost.

By the time I was done, Deanne and Debbie had gone over all the various functions that Debbie did and how they helped me. Deanne was fascinated to be able to look out into the shop to see guys working on frames, another couple working on sheet metal, and then the guys working on the bodies.

Debbie took her back to the motor shop so she could see first hand a real Winston cup motor. I cautioned Debbie about leaving Deanne alone with the militants. She said they wouldn't mess with Deanne while she was there.

This day was drawing to a close. I could see folks begin to clean up. No rushing, just a steady pace, putting tools back into the big roll-around tool chests, putting partially completed projects on stands so it can be first in the morning, and sweeping up. Sometimes a little scraping, sometimes a little mopping, but the end result is that the place glistened.

Next door, the contractor said he was going to let his guys off early, as the asphalt people needed to work. He said he would stop by and have a beer for a change, since I always ask him to come by. I told him to get his wife first, come by and plan to eat with us.

I went back to the office to hear Debbie talking Deanne into coming out to the house. Deanne couldn't believe that I had people over every evening. She would find out if she came. Debbie said she could ride with her and she would take her home later, as Deanne normally rode the bus.

As I saw most everyone leave, I walked through the shops admiring the work in progress and the how neat everything was. The motor shop was unique, as the teams all had their motors on the big stands at the same angle and spaced exactly the same distance apart making the place look very precise. It was so cool looking, I went up to the office and got my digital camera and took a couple of dozen pictures of the motor shop. Maybe Deanne can make a brochure around these pictures.

I called Sue to tell her about Debbie bringing a black girl home with her. She said I didn't have to call her about that, as she had no problem with race. I told her I was leaving and would be home in a few minutes.

The patio was busy tonight. It appeared as if the entire motor group was there. The contractor, his wife, and the contractor's foreman and his wife were there having a beer with Tiny and Phil. The wives were already integrated into the female group, talking excitedly about the fashion trip in the morning.

Charlie was giving Hank a hard time about the many cartoons that now decorated Charlie's bike. Charlie was actually proud of the bike and was very thankful that Hank had rebuilt the bike for him. Jim said he wanted to put the bike on the dealership's showroom floor and maybe get some business for Hank. Charlie said to take it, as he couldn't ride it for at least four more weeks.

Initially, Deanne was a wallflower until people kept getting her to join them in groups chatting about various subjects. Finally, she heard Al and Tom talking to Jim, Hank, and Charlie about the trip out to the race track and she opened up to them so enthusiastically, that she stunned them with her knowledge. Deanne became an instant hit with the guys.

Sue was excited about the trip. The four girls had the fashions they were going to show on some dummies, so everyone could see what they were going to show. Two items were for big girls only, but the other three were for any size. They were planning to show the same item on a large model, a short model, and a tall, slim model at the same time to show how the garment transcended size.

When Sue met Deanne, she had her go with her back to the office. Joan, Betty, and Hanna went with them and Deanne came back out in one of their new sexy dresses. It was perfect for her, although a little short. Deanne wasn't built heavy on top, but the dress had material that floated around the chest giving the illusion that she had a heavier chest than she really did. Deanne said she was going to order one as soon as they were available.

Tonight's dinner ended up being wings, chicken strips, hamburgers, bratwurst, and bunches of veggies, both cooked and raw. There was a kind of party atmosphere that kept everyone loose and easygoing. About nine, folks decided it was time to leave. Debbie took Deanne home, while Sue and I cleaned up the last of the patio.

Sue and I took a leisurely stroll through the park, ending up at the pool. We swam a few minutes and sat cuddled in the tub for a few minutes before going back to the house for a glass of wine before going to bed. Sue said she was packed, including a big case with posters of her work and the name of her companies. She said that when the garments were on the runway, the boards were put up on easels as a reference to the designers.

We cuddled in bed, talking about this would be the first time we were ever apart. It would also be the first time we wouldn't have a partner to cuddle at night. We kissed and cuddled, making gentle love to each other. Something clicked inside both of us, while we were relaxing in the afterglow of a great orgasm, which turned both of us into rutting wild people. We attacked each other, devouring each other's sexy parts, ending up pounding away in the missionary position with me filling her full, while she was squirting and drenching me with her juices.

That did it. We never recovered, we fell asleep, entangled on the wet spot.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 67



Day Sixty-seven - Thursday

Kisses, lots and lots of kisses. The kisses continued down my chest, over both of my nipples, then down my stomach to right smack on the head of my now very rigid dick.

Then the kisses stopped.

But the sucking and licking began. Oh boy, did that feel good. Sue was sucking, licking, and tonguing me, and stroking me with one hand, while the other was softly squeezing and caressing my balls.

No one, absolutely no one, can hold out when that is being done to them.

I didn't hold out, or hold back, at all.

I let it go. I let it all out, blasting into Sue's sucking mouth until my dick shriveled up and tried to climb back inside my balls.

Sue and I kissed for a long time. I returned the favor on her flavorful pussy. I love the way she tastes. She was a little different lately, a little sweeter, a little more aromatic. It must be the baby. While I kissed and licked her pussy, making her squirm and quake, I softly stroked her belly, knowing that inside there, a living critter was growing.

All this playing around prompted another good fucking for both of us. This time we were sated. I was drained, Sue might have been sated.

We got up, Sue going to the bathroom, me making coffee. Our shower was gentle and loving before we got dressed and hit the patio to be greeted by her three girls with their suitcases.

Sue said she had ordered a limo to take them to the airport, as the rest of us had to go to work. She would call me on my cell phone when they got to the hotel. They had a meeting with the manufacturer later and were eating with them tonight.

We had coffee, and everyone had either a pastry or breakfast sandwich. The girls were really nervous since it would be the first airplane ride for Betty and Joan. Sue had bought them first class seats so they could sit together with Sue and Hannah each sitting with a newbie. They would be able to talk the entire flight, which should keep the newbies calm.

The limo arrived and we loaded their luggage. All of us guys got some good kisses and watched our ladies leave for the big city. I'm sure the other guys were like me and hoped they would be safe.

A little later at work, the drivers for the Winston Cup race day truck showed up to take off. They went over their inventory with Debbie and Deanne then loaded their suitcases and their wives. Deanne made them promise to get her autograph book filled up with all of the famous drivers, crew chiefs, and team owners.

Ruth had made the two ladies fill out applications as they were going to be salaried folks too, since they were going to work with their husbands. I hoped this was going to continue to work.

Around ten, the uniform salesman showed up with two assistants to help him measure for clothes. I took them to the auditorium where chairs had already been set up. In the front were three long folding tables for the service to put all their samples on. They asked if I could show them around the plant so they could see the working environment.

The first thing they began to say was, "Wow, this place is clean. Look at those guys, working on those greasy diesel engines, and the place is still spotless.

The frame area was busy as usual so they couldn't stand there and watch. The sheet metal area can really get loud when they are cutting the steel so they didn't want to stay there long either.

The motor shop is the kicker. You see the teams are almost like doctors, going over each piece of a motor. Every team has at least two types of scales to weigh and balance parts. There is oil present as every piece gets wiped with a clean rag with a little oil on it before being put in place. But the surprising thing was, there wasn't a drip on the floor anywhere.

It is easy to be impressed by good technicians, even the loony tunes gays and lesbians that I had, were good technicians. Thank goodness they were busy and didn't burn the visitors.

The lady assistant gave me four names of employees. She said she wanted them to model four different uniforms. It would be easier to choose a style if the others could see it on them. Debbie, who was with us said she would have the four come in now to make sure the garments fit and have them come back from lunch early so they could be ready when they gave the presentation.

I let Debbie and the uniform service folks do their thing before walking next door to see how it was going. The new asphalt looked good. I walked the one hundred-foot wide path to the new freshly painted building, seeing the giant S&S logo on the back doors. I looked at the side and there it was again. I walked around front and sure enough another big S&S logo. The partition was just about done. Electricians had been installing outlets all along both sides and even had some hanging from the ceiling. At twenty-foot intervals, there was a two-twenty outlet to handle things like welders and such.

There was a plumber hanging pipe along the wall and they had pipe coming down from the ceiling as well. Ah yes, air lines. This place needed its own air compressor. Out came my pad and I jotted myself a note. I included at least two parts washers and two bead blasters.

Hank was on the other side of the partition, explaining to the contractor what was needed for him to be able to paint the huge lifts. Since a paint booth was not made that big, Hank and the contractor figured out how to build one right there. The booth would need giant fans and special fire protection. There goes another thirty by thirty-foot area from Abe's warehouse. Oh well. Good thing the place is so big.

The big open warehouse now had the floor sealed with a new type of hard white sealer. Instead of putting our logo on the floor out here the painter put a giant logo on the front wall. It was as high as the entire wall. You knew where you were, that's for sure.

The contractor asked me about the fence. Our original building had eight-foot chain link fence with concertina wire on top. The new building only had a five-foot fence and it was a little ragged and worn. I gave him a go ahead to put up a matching fence so that the entire company area was enclosed. The fence lines matched so it would be one continuous fence from the parking lot in front of the original building to the parking lot of the new building. The fence would continue on around the new building and across the back, meeting the fence line across the back to the original building's fence.

The security folks were putting cameras on the corners of the building and one in the middle of the front, back, and sides. We should have a pretty good picture of what was happening on the property.

I went to lunch with Phil, Judy, Tiny, and Ruth. The Greek guy was disappointed that Sue wasn't with us. Ruth unbuttoned a few buttons and displayed some heavy cleavage, and called the Greek owner over. She asked him if she would do, pointing at her cleavage. His eyes told it all, they were locked in on the deep valley presented to him.

After lunch, the entire company, every last man, woman, and child, went into the auditorium. They all fit with room to spare. I repeated to all my folks that the shop workers were going to have a choice to wear the uniform, kept clean by the service, or they could wear their own clothes. I re-emphasized that all shop personnel must wear steel toed shoes or boots and must wear eye protection at all times. I added at the end that if any of the office personnel wanted to wear a uniform, they could.

The salesman gave his pitch to all my folks. He told them how the pick-ups and deliveries would happen and on what day to expect clean uniforms. Each person would be issued eleven uniforms. That way if they didn't receive clean uniforms one week, they would have an extra uniform until his or hers were brought out the next day.

The assistant took over and described and held up each type of uniform. Next she called out the four employees, three guys and a girl each wearing a different style of uniform. The two assistants showed the colors available in each of the styles.

They had done a very good job, as each uniform shirt worn by the modeling employees had our logo sewed on the left pocket. The employee name would go above the same pocket.

I'm not sure how they did it, but in just a few minutes they had a consensus from the place on the style and the color. Everyone would be wearing dark blue cotton duck pants, with a nice thin striped blue and white shirt. It looked very nice and very professional.

The uniform folks had everyone file through for the names and measurements. The female assistant handled the girls that wanted uniforms and the salesman and the other assistant handled the guys.

Surprisingly, everyone was back to work by two. I had only lost an hour. But that hour was multiplied by over fifty. That's over a week's output collectively for one man. The words big company, big costs, kept running through my head.

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my stack of messages when my cell phone rang. Sue was calling to tell me they were safe in their hotel in the city. She said they were going to the convention to check out where the show was going to be, and try to learn more about the industry before they were to meet the manufacturer. She said she would call me later, during our after work get together, so all the ladies could talk to their husbands.

I worked through the messages quickly and went to tour the shops. Everyone was busy. Since there were now so many people on various stages of a project, I got to see two different people standing back and looking at what they had completed. The pride in their eyes is what makes a business successful.

Charlie had a young guy headfirst into helping him. When Charlie saw me, he grinned and motioned for me to be quiet. If I said anything the kid would probably hit his head on the frame, as he was intently working to mount the transmission onto the frame.

As I went on to greet the other teams, Shawna told me she had called the high school and been sent this kid. He would work from one to five everyday for minimum wage or whatever we wanted to pay him over that. We would evaluate his progress and write a report for the school. Shawna said that when Charlie got better, she could still use someone to run errands and help while he learned to use his hands.

Hank was taking off his space suit after finishing powder coating a rack of frames. He said the new electro-static paint equipment made hardly any mess. There was very little over-spray and the best part was that the painted item was near dry as soon as you finished. He had a rack of motorcycle frames all painted red. He said these were for the drag bike builder. He thought red was a little crazy, but since it was for drag bikes, who would care?

The builder liked to build a rolling chassis and sell it to guys who think they can build better motors than anyone else. He gave them the chance while making a buck on the chassis.

Abe and Jed were busy making up a parts order. Some parts were locally available, but many were only available from the manufacturer. Jed asked me if we could set up a machine shop. He needed to be able to make some small parts quickly instead of waiting several days for the part to be delivered. He said that we could buy all the used equipment a shop would need, as several small shops had gone out of business.

I remembered Billy, the guy that Charlie had taken me to see. He might be someone we could use instead of hiring someone. I went over to Charlie and got Billy's telephone number to call him to see if he was at his shop. I went back to Jed to find him holding two broken parts that he needed right away. We drove over to Billy's place and showed him the parts. He said he could have them for us later this evening or in the morning. Billy said he would drop them off at our shop in the morning. He said he knew where it was as he could see the logo on the side of the buildings as he went by. Jed was happy to have a source to get work done quickly. I did say he should evaluate the cost difference to make sure it didn't screw up a rebuild cost figure.

It must have been getting to be time to go home, as people were starting to clean up. Up front, Debbie and Deanne were straightening their desks. I only had one message that could wait till tomorrow to answer. I was going to blow it off, but decided to get the call over with. It was from a welding supply house in Baltimore.

I got hold of the guy who called and apologized that I had not returned his call earlier. He said with a smile in his voice, "You couldn't have called too much earlier, I only called you ten minutes ago."

He explained that he had received one of the videos of our new truck body. He had a major company that he showed the video to, and took an order for twelve complete trucks.

Holy shit, twelve trucks? I almost dropped the phone.

"That's a lot of trucks at one time." I said being a little cautious.

"You darn right it's a lot of trucks. It's a lot of money too. I marked them up ten percent over your cost so this order is way over a million and a half. What kind of delivery can I get on twelve and how much of a deposit do you need? I can get fifty percent out of the customer and I can handle another twenty-five percent but I will need help on the last twenty-five percent until I get paid."

"We could probably deliver the twelve in groups of three beginning next week with completion by two weeks. If you can get your fifty percent up front plus your twenty-five percent then you should have received payment for the first nine units by the time we deliver the last three."

I told him, "Send me a purchase order for the twelve units and I'll let you talk to our CFO about the money. He's good with guys like you. He knows how to help you."

I transferred the call to Tiny and explained to him what the guy was doing. Tiny said he would get right on it.

Glad I called the guy back. That's a big order.

I went back to talk to Al to tell him about the order but he had already left. They had two units up on rolling stands ready to be painted. I wondered if the order was for painted or stainless and if they were with a boom. I would see tomorrow.

I met Tiny coming down the stairs; he said the upstairs was empty. I closed and locked the front knowing that Abe would turn on the alarm when he and Jed left. This day was done.

At home, it was a little quieter without the four girls to add to the chatter. Tom, Al, and Jim were sitting together having their beer, wondering if the girls would call. I told them that Sue said she would call in a little while so everyone could talk to their spouses.

Tiny told me he had run a quick check on the guy from Baltimore and he was a real dealer. He said the guy did about four million a year, so this was going to boost his numbers way up. Tiny said he would watch the transactions to make sure we were paid for the product as it was delivered. He congratulated me, saying the body group was probably going to gross somewhere around ten million its first year. The margins were not very high as we were reselling a very expensive truck. Tiny said we might want to try to market just the body without all the equipment. He said the margins would be better and our exposure would be reduced as selling vehicles had a greater liability.

Sue called my cell phone. We chatted a minute then said we needed to let the girls talk to their husbands. She said she would call me tonight when they got back from going out to eat with the manufacturer.

The three guys all spent ten minutes or so talking to their wives. When they were done, I spoke briefly to Sue again with her saying she needed to get ready to go out. We said the 'love you' stuff and hung up.

Deanna had come out with Debbie again tonight, but had brought clothes to stay the night instead of having Debbie take her home. After supper, Hank and Debbie wanted to go for a ride and talked me into giving tall Deanna a ride. We rode up highway forty-one all the way to highway fifty-two, over to I-75, then real fast back to highway fifty-four and back home.

Hank and Debbie tried to talk me into going to the hot tub but I passed, as I didn't feel right about going up there without Sue. Tiny and Ruth went up with the three of them. It was funny to see a girl actually taller than Tiny. I'm sure Ruth was dying to taste Deanne. Hope they didn't freak her out.

An hour or so later the five came back, laughing about Tiny and Hank trying to stand behind the long legged Deanne. She didn't seem to be put off by the activities, so I guessed Hank would have his hands full tonight.

They all went home and I cleaned up the patio locking up, ready for bed. I was lying in bed watching TV when Sue called. She said they were all back in their room. They had only rented one room, with two king size beds, figuring to save a little as the room rates were almost three hundred a night. She said she was ready for the first private showing tomorrow, before the big showing Saturday. She hoped that the manufacturer received the orders he was expecting.

Sue said she missed having me with her, but she said she did have Hanna as a bedmate, so she wouldn't be totally lonely. I told her I would miss her too, but it was only for a couple of nights. Sue told me to stay up a little longer and to let Sandy and Mandy in, as they said they were going to come by. I protested, but she said that I needed a warm body to sleep with too. We did the 'I love you' bit again then hung up.

There was a tap on the patio door. I pulled on some shorts and let Sandy and Mandy in. They said their guys had stuff to do tonight so they were alone and needed some company. I asked if they thought their guys might be a little miffed at them sleeping over with the boss. They said that they would be good girls and that we would just snuggle and cuddle.

We did, we all had a little wine, we watched TV a little before I got a goodnight kiss from each, and fell asleep between my two good friends.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 68



Day Sixty-eight - Friday

Waking up with a firm bubble butt lying against a morning woody can give you some very erotic thoughts. Having bare tits and a tickling bush on your back and butt doesn't decrease the woody at all. The bubble butt in front of me was Mandy's, whose backside does deserve some notice. Some time during the night or this morning she had lifted her leg and trapped my morning wood between her full thighs.

I thought that I better not start something I didn't want to finish.

Knowing the two girls are sound sleepers, I pushed down the covers sliding from between them. As soon as I slid out, they pushed together to get that warm flesh contact back. Looking at them definitely brought a smile to my face.

I started coffee noticing it was only five fifteen. No matter, lying in bed with some bare babes would eventually have me changing my mind about ravaging their bodies.

After showering and quickly dressing, I woke my two sleeping beauties with some kisses. They both wanted me to come back to bed to snuggle, but I convinced them that it time to get going.

I was on the patio enjoying my first cup of coffee when Glenda came. "Well Steve, I guess it's like old times, you and me, guy."

"Yep, it is. Except that now I have a wife who sends ladies to my house to warm my bed over my objections."

Sandy came out of the house and gave Glenda a little hug saying, "He wouldn't do anything with us anyway. Sue told us to keep him warm for her. She didn't tell us to play with him, but she did tell us to cuddle him, and we did. He even sneaked out of bed this morning before we could tease him a little."

"You girls shouldn't do that to a guy whose wife plays with him in the shower every morning, and is now out of town. He's used to his morning fun, like my Martin is."

Mandy who had joined us said, "Well, his virtue is intact. He fell asleep on us quick last night. Sandy and I must be losing our appeal."

Folks began arriving to enjoy the beginning of the day together. It is a great way to start a new day. After eating and drinking a lot of coffee, we cleaned up and went to work.

I had just sat down to look at my calendar when the phone rang. Sue said, "I love you. Hope you slept well. Did the girls put you to sleep?"

"I made them go to sleep. They agreed that it wouldn't be nice for me to be fooling around with my employees' girl friends, regardless of my wife's permission. They were both good girls."

"Well, I wasn't. Hanna and I were laying here listening to Joan and Betty doing nasty things to each other and we couldn't help doing some serious playing around. If you had been here, you could have had all four of us. Funny how we got so crazy. I think we all feel very satisfied this morning. At least I do. They're all trying to shush me and not tell you about our fun. But you don't have a big mouth about stuff so I'm safe."

"Debbie said you turned down going to the hot tub with her, Hank, Deanne, Tiny, and Ruth, is that true?"

"Of course it's true, I don't do stuff like that if we're not together. We're a team, partners, or at least husband and wife. You're all I need."

"That's so sweet, you are so good. You're the one that turned me into a sexual being and now you're the one that is being so good. You're a keeper all right."

Sue took a deep breath, "Today, we have a meeting with the manufacturer and a meeting with another company that's interested in our line. This afternoon at five is the first general showing. We are somewhere in the middle. After the showing, we will have a booth where prospective buyers can come by to look at our stuff some more. We're having dinner with the manufacturer again this evening and by that time, we'll all be dead. You know, I think I can already feel this kid using up some of my energy. I'm just going to eat well and try to keep the energy up."

"Okay, Mom, take care of yourself and our critter in your tummy. You're responsible for our future, you know."

"You know I will, honey. I will take care of our baby very well, very carefully. Well, I need to get ready as we have our first meeting in about an hour. Love you. I'll call later today, before and after the showing."

When I got off the phone, Deanne and Debbie were both looking at me. Deanne said, "You tell your woman that we wanted you to come to the hot tub? You tell her that?"

"Sure Deanne, Sue's my wife, I tell her everything."

Deanne asked suspiciously, "If you had come with us, would you tell her then?"

With a smile, I answered, "Of course, I would. I don't sneak around. I'm sure Debbie has said some things and if you were with Ruth and Tiny, I know you were not playing twenty questions in the hot tub."

"That's what Ruth and Debbie both told me, but I've never met a man who acts like you. You look at me like you would like to do more than look and when you get the chance, you turn it down. Just wondered is all."

"Well, that's the way I am. And, young lady, the work place is not the place for us to talk about this sort of stuff. There's work and there is play. This is work."

"Yes Sir, Boss," Deanne said with a big grin before turning, wiggling her butt and walking back toward her cubicle.

"Sorry, Steve," Debbie started. "She wouldn't let it go after you passed on going with us. She told me you made her hot and she wanted to play with you. When I told her that you and Sue had played with Hank and me she wanted to head right down to the tub. She had fun with Hank and Tiny, but she really wanted you to come with us. Like I said, it's my fault for letting the cat out of the bag. Sorry about that."

"Perhaps when Sue gets back. We'll see. I just don't feel right about fooling around when she isn't with me. That's just the way I am."

"Don't let Deanne hear that you have our two almost lezzie babes keeping you warm at night. She will want to keep you warm too."

"There are no secrets in our neighborhood, are there? I think I'll go see how the new building is coming along," I said, wanting to change the subject.

It looked like the finishing touches were being put on everywhere. The air conditioning people had the place cooled down while the plumbers were finishing up the air pipe. The electricians were hanging the last of the suspended outlets. The phone guy was hanging the last of the phones in the shop area, and there were two security guys mounting cameras.

The homemade giant paint booth was complete and Shawna was painting signs on the walls and over the doorways. The 'Is it perfect' signs over the doors may be a little too much, but I didn't care if it reminded our folks that we will always try the hardest to be the best.

The large warehouse storage area was well lit today. It seemed that the big halogen lights had been mis-wired and were not receiving an appropriate AC supply. The electricians found the problem and wired some more circuits. It really did make a difference. The contractor was testing the doors and the sequence that they opened. He had installed individual controls to open each door individually instead of opening all of them at one time. Now you could walk up to the door you wanted to open and push the big button and just that door would open. There was a master switch at each location as well that would open all of the doors except the partitioned off area for the big lift shop.

There were two flat bed trailers in the yard with two gigantic lifts on each of them. I told the contractor that we needed a dock that we could back the trailers up to in order to unload the lifts. He said he would get right on it. It would need to be near the outside fence so that it would not be in the way of traffic but still easy for the drivers to back the trailer up to it.

The contractor drew up a quick plan that showed a twenty-foot wide dock with a thirty-foot long area before slanting down to drive the lifts on and off the trucks.

Next he drew what looked like a depression where the trailer went down hill to rest against a concrete, ground surface level, abutment. This would be considerably cheaper and maybe easier for drivers. Since the backside of the lot was right next to a huge drainage creek, it would be easy to keep the dock depression from filling with water.

When he asked which one I wanted, I said both. I wanted the depression type dock next to the back fence and the large concrete dock next to the fence bordering the original shop so we could load product from there easily as well. We could pull through the wide gate at the path, turn left right onto the ramp going up to the dock. And we could get at both sides if we were using a forklift to put generators or whatever on a truck.

I walked back through the rebuild shop but didn't see Abe or Jed. Abe's assistant said they were interviewing technicians for the new shop. She could go get them if I needed them. I assured her she didn't need to do that. Tom told me the frame guys were catching up. I told him to detail four of his men to help Al and Drew. It was at this point that I thought we needed to be manufacturing at least one more style of commercial body, one that we would sell to regular top dealers. We could also sell our original body to dealers too, but I liked the idea that we sold the whole thing as a package.

The motor shop was rowdy this morning. Sandy and Mandy were razzing Curt and Carl for getting turned on over some girl they were talking about. The militant lesbians and the hard core gay guys were being equally abusive. How would two gay guys be getting off on some girl?

Charlie just continued working on his project without even looking up. You could tell he was laughing continuously, though.

I went upstairs through the lunchroom to see how Phil's group was doing. He was happy, as he had several purchase orders from the military that had just come through. We were on a list of approved providers so the orders were rolling in from the military, the forest service, the border patrol, or customs, as they are known. Judy said she was having the girls call back every faxed order to ask the customer if there was anything else that we could ship them when shipping their order. So far, most of the folks added onto the order.

The place was running smooth.

Debbie wanted to know how to handle people that called in that needed an on site welder for a small job. I told her that was how I got started and what I really did in the beginning. That was also what our truck was for.

I suggested that Tim and Bob could handle most any kind of small job. I went out and got the two of them. I asked them if they would want to go off site in the big truck to do jobs. I told them that I thought Debbie had one right now, so I could get right back to them.

Debbie actually had two calls. One was from the Hillsborough County Public schools. A steel door jamb had cracked and was in danger of falling off the wall.

The other job was for a customer in a large metal building that wanted to weld a beam between two uprights to handle lifts and pulleys for moving large items.

Both jobs didn't sound that big a deal so Debbie wrote up work orders and called the customer back with what I thought was an exorbitant hourly rate for two guys and the truck. The school said they already knew our rate, as we had already worked for the county.

The other customer didn't think we needed a high lift and said he could provide a lift with a cage for our man and a lift to hold the beam in place. Debbie relayed this to me and asked if I wanted to use Tim and Bob for both jobs. I told her yes but to have them go to the school first, as that should be a quick job.

I was thinking of ways to increase orders within the frame department. There were probably thirty to fifty different types of race cars that were built from the ground up to compete in various classes. We needed to find out and get prints of all the different types of frames then find a means to advertise our ability to provide frames and, potentially, sheet metal.

One of the increasingly more evident facts with race cars of different varieties, was that fiberglass was becoming as common as sheet metal. I was going to poll my guys to see who knew anything about fiberglass and work from there to get into that market.

Where would we put a fiberglass molding shop? I wondered how big it would need to be. More questions came to my mind, but Debbie brought me back to earth.

"The guys at the truck races are on the phone."

I picked up the line they were on and noted that there were a lot of calls in progress. I wondered if we had enough lines, I'd ask Tiny.

"Hey what's happening, are you having a good race day?"

"We sure are, Steve. Tonight's the race but we have just about sold out of sheet metal, and darn near all of our suspension and brake parts. These guys really tear up their trucks. A lot of the body parts are fiberglass and we have been continuously asked if we have any of those parts. Could you look into getting us some panels? Oh yes, we have sold two motors. The NASCAR guys came by and put their stickers on the motors for us so the teams would know they were legal. We have two cases of T-shirts left, but no caps. I can't believe we have gone through twenty-two cases of T-shirts and twelve cases of caps. Some good news is that we have orders for seventeen frames and six orders for full sets of sheet metal."

"That's great. We will work on the fiberglass panels for you. I was just thinking that we needed to begin molding some of those panels for our customers. Write up a list of all the items you guys have been asked for and how many times. If we keep lists like that we can anticipate what you need on the truck."

"Steve, we have a long list now, complete with fence posts for the how many times they have been requested. Some items with only one request, we should probably forget, but some with fifteen or twenty requests we should consider."

"So what do you think? Do you like selling to your former colleagues instead of being on a team?"

"This is better than being on a team. We get the inside scoop from every team and they all consider us as a part of the party. Don't even think of not continuing with this program."

"Well, have a good time. Come in Monday so we can discuss your first outing. I want to get you ready for next week, plus I want you and the other team to get together and come up with some ideas on how to do more."

"Good deal, we should be back Saturday and see you Monday."

The trucks were probably going to make money. I had figured they would be good advertising for us instead of a money making project. One engine would make the trip profitable. And let's see a case of T-shirts was one hundred forty-four. And they have sold twenty-two cases or about thirty-one hundred and sixty-eight at ten dollars a piece. We're grossing three bucks plus per shirt, so that's right at ninety-five hundred dollars gross profit on T-shirts that I'm accused of giving away for ten bucks. Again, it's good advertising for everyone to be running around in an S&S T-shirt. Now we need some different styles with some of Hanks crazy cartoons. If we did that for both types of races, we would have a different T-shirt for every race with a new cartoon each week. And for only ten bucks a piece, we would be making money while advertising.

Debbie woke me out of my daydream with a call from Gene.

"Steve, I heard you have a sales trailer at the truck races," Gene asked.

"Yep, thought I would try one there to see how it went."

"One of my drivers who drives on the Busch circuit, as well as the Winston cup, said that you don't have a truck at the Busch races. He could have used you this past week as he wrecked during practice and they had to scrounge to put the car back together. He said several other crew chiefs told him to tell me, as they know you and I are friends."

"I kind of knew this would happen when the two races are at two different tracks. But what's going to happen when all three venues are at the same track? Three trucks would be pretty obnoxious."

"They are in three separate garage areas. Trust me when I tell you the track folks will set you up with a good location for your trucks as you're paying a license fee to be a vendor there. Hell, NASCAR is even recognizing your raceday contributions."

"Well, Gene, do you know any more ex-crew chiefs and/or team members that are looking for work? I lucked into the truck guys and you gave me a handle on the Winston cup guys. Do you think you could help me get lucky again?"

"I might. Depends on how picky you are. A former crew chief of mine, as well as the Lakeland team owner, could use a gig like your trucks. He even comes with the helper who was both a former driver and crew member."

"Why do I get the impression that there may be a flaw here?"

"Not really a flaw Steve, but these two live together and it is rumored that they are, a, um, a, partners. You know, they might be guys who like guys."

"They're not flamers, are they?"

"No," Gene replied, "they are very circumspect about whatever it is they do behind closed doors."

"How do they get along with all the good ole' boys out at the tracks?"

"That's the funny part. All those redneck drivers and team members couldn't care less. They drink a beer together and talk to them like they are buddies. Both are fill-in crew members when one is needed."

"You want to tell them to come in, or do you want to give me their numbers and I'll call them."

"I'll call them, go build another truck. Remember the Busch races are Saturday so you have to be at the track no later than Thursday morning to get the business. You know you're going to have to have some decals made up and give everyone a Coke or a beer to get your sponsor decal on all the cars. My chief was just asking if you had a decal. Let me give these two guys a call. They will call you soon, I'm sure."

I told Debbie to order equipment for another sales trailer, before I went upstairs to see Tiny.

Tiny always smiles real big when I come into his office and sit at his desk. "What is your new idea this time Steve, something new?"

"I'll tell you about the new thing later. Right now I need you to order another tractor and trailer combination. This should be the last one. This one's is for the Busch race series. We've been asked to be there. Did you know that the truck guys have already sold twenty-two cases of T-shirts? That's over ninety-five hundred dollars gross, just on T-shirts. I think we're paying for the trailers with T-shirts that advertise for us."

I asked Tiny, "How fast can you get T-shirts printed up? We'll need more of our basic shirt, but I was thinking of having some race specific shirts with cartoon characters. We might be able to sell twenty-four gross of those every race. We could get a couple of bucks more for them as they would probably cost more to make."

Tiny said, "I'll get your truck over here today. You line up the carpenter and the flooring guy. Get me a cartoon and I'll get you your T-shirts. Now tell me what your new idea is."

"I have to find out more about it first, Tiny. Anything I said now would be premature. Let me work it out then I'll talk to you about it because it will probably be expensive to start. We'll have to look at it to find out."

I went down to ask Debbie if she could research who was manufacturing fiberglass panels for the racing industry.

Next was Hank. He was the creator of the cool cartoons. I found Hank and Shawna together working out a paint theme for the bike Charlie was working on. They asked me what I thought but said before I could answer, "This is what we'll do."

I interrupted their session, "Since you're both here I have a couple of projects that I need help with. One: we are getting another truck for the Busch races that will need to be painted and decorated fairly fast. It needs to be at the track next Wednesday. Two: I need some of either of your funny drawings or cartoons to put on T-shirts. What I was thinking of was to have a series of shirts for each race event with a different cartoon or picture for each. That would mean three different cartoons a week. We can use the ones you have already created on the trucks, but would need to have one more specific for the Busch series."

The two of them were kind of blank, almost staring at me. I hope this wasn't too much.

They seemed to snap out of it. Shawna opened a file drawer and pulled a bulging file out of it. When she opened it, she spread out sheets of paper that had cartoons drawn on them. There were cartoons for all kinds of motor sports, including some Busch series cartoons.

"Hank and I have been doing these since we did the first truck. When he did the second truck by himself, we got into a contest to see who could do the funniest cartoons. That's why he did Charlie's bike that way."

"Do me a favor, find one for each race venue, fill in the colors and give it to Tiny so he can have the T-shirts made up. Better give him two of each so he can have next week's started as well. You guys are really good. This is awesome."

Hank asked, "Can the two of us do the Busch truck and trailer. Shawna's cartoons are more specific than mine are. Mine may be more laughable but when they are with hers, it gets really good."

"Sure, have a good time. The people at the tracks love the trailers and tractors. Some guys think we should charge admission just to look at them. It's all advertising. Advertising that's paying off."

I went to the frame area and asked Tom if he thought he could build the new trailer like we had the first two. He went over to his file cabinet and pulled out some drawings with dimensions on them. "When you did the first two, I measured everything you did to see how close you were doing them both free hand. All of your cuts and welds were within less than an inch of being exactly the same. I can go get the supplies right now and follow this plan. I even have a detailed step by step of what you did first, second, and so on. Do you want me to get the carpenter for you to do the cabinets and floor?"

"That is really great, Tom. You really did good to measure all that up and watch to see what I did. You really did anticipate me. That is what makes a good foreman and leader. The truck will be here later today. As soon as it gets here, cut it up quick so we can get started on the paint."

"I'll get right on it, Steve. Thanks for the compliment."

Back in my office, I mentioned to Debbie that I was really hungry. She said that Glenda told her to have me stop home for lunch, as she had something for me. I asked her if she wanted to come but she said that Deanne and she were going to eat with Hank.

I drove home, trying to think how I could find out more about the fiberglass manufacturing business. Glenda had some homemade vegetable soup and a big roast beef sandwich on a hoagie roll. Martin, Glenda, Sue's office assistant and the design girl that stayed behind, joined me and we ate together. When I was done, Glenda told me to go to the gym as Sue had told her that I needed to be reminded. I protested, as I should have gone to the gym before eating.

I went to the gym anyway and worked out for an hour. When I came home, Glenda was waiting for me in her swimsuit and told me that I needed some sun. I changed and we went to the pool to toast a little on both sides. Glenda and I oiled each other up, and chatted while we cooked in the hot Florida sun. After about fifteen minutes on each side, I swam some laps before we went back to the house where I took a quick shower and redressed to go back to work.

When I came around the corner near the shop, I could see the new truck, along with two more trailers with huge lifts on them. I hope Jed and Abe were going to be able to work with these giants.

As soon as I hit the door, Debbie came out of the office and said our fax was going crazy. She said it had been spitting out continuous orders since I left. Frames, panels, motors, bodies, rebuilt generators, everything we built. She told me that I had made the comment that we were catching up earlier. We weren't caught up any more. She was working on anticipated ship dates so she could call the customers back. I reminded her of the refills for the trailers and the fill up of the new trailer. Next week was going to be busy.

Abe was standing in the door of my office with Jed. They had big grins on their faces. Abe said, "Jed and I spent some more of your money today. We bought four parts washers and four bead blasters along with the biggest compressor we could find with all the toys. Then we made the Snap-On guy's day by ordering all the special tools we would need. Jed has eight men starting Monday morning. They will work in pairs so that is only four teams. We will need at least two more teams and probably four more to keep up with the demand.

"You see the eight machines out there now, well come Monday we should have at least ten more. These things won't be a fast turnaround. It'll take every bit of a week to rebuild them. The hydraulics is much more complex in these and will have to be pressure tested extensively. This is going to be fun."

Jed was grinning as he asked, "So what's next on your plan to expand. Have anything in mind?"

"I do, but I'm still trying to learn a little more about it first," I said, thinking that everyone constantly felt like I started something new everyday or so.

Abe surprised me with, "What're you gonna try next? Fiberglass?"

"How did you know I was thinking about that?"

"Hell, you're doing everything else with those race cars, why not make the fiberglass panels for them too?"

"I don't know anything about fiberglass production. I know how you make a mold and stuff like that, but I really don't know how to make something of quality."

"Got just the guy for you. He was with me at Onan. His crew made all of the fiberglass covers for the light generators and the smaller compressors. He did some big panels for the big displays they had for shows and stuff. Right now he's making panels for tractors as replacement parts. He would probably go ape shit to work here with you. He's a good man, too. As much of a perfectionist as you are, that's what got him canned. He was too slow making something that was very difficult. When he left, they ended up having to farm out the work, and it took a hell of lot longer than Jeff would have taken."

"Give him a call, Abe, and have him come by. He can teach me a little about what it would take to make some fiberglass panels. You know if we do this he's going to need a lot of people to keep up with the demand. We don't do anything half-assed around here, we do it big time and do it right."

"Jeff will fit right in, Steve. He will beg to have a job with an attitude like you have."

My next step was blueprints of fiberglass parts.

I quickly drove over to Gene's and began the conversation talking about the Busch series truck. He was happy to hear the truck would be at next week's race. Next I told him about wanting to supply fiberglass panels for NASCAR. He looked at me a little weird. "Are you going to be a reseller? That's a tough product to manufacture."

"No sir! Gene, my plan is to try to put together a shop that can generate enough product to supply my sales trailers and my customers. I think I can do it, now, I have to try. First thing I need though is a set of prints for all of the NASCAR vehicle fiberglass parts. Do you think you could help me get them?"

"Hell, Steve, I've got several copies of each car and truck, plus some copies for some other cars out there that are being raced. I should have known you would get into the fiberglass stuff too. It's a tough business, Steve, but then the frame and sheet metal business was tough too. You do motors too, and that's the most demanding."

Gene shook his head smiling and said, "Let me get you a dozen or so prints, and remember to bring me some of your first production. Don't paint them, let me see them and see how strong you make them. Since there really isn't a standard, you decide how good they will be for what you can get for them.

Back at the shop, Abe was sitting in my office with a small smiling man that was a little younger than Abe.

They both stood as I walked in and Abe introduced me to Jeff Fisher. Jeff wasn't bashful either as he instantly said, "I looked at the work your people are doing. I see your signs all over and I really like the signs over the doors. I want to work for you. I make perfect fiberglass panels. What do you want to make?"

Abe was behind Jeff and nodded to me, grinning as he left to go back to his shop.

I pulled a Chevy Winston Cup print out from the stack Gene gave me and showed Jeff what was first. He said that the panels would be simple. The expensive part would be to make original molds to spec so he could just build the part as it was specified.

There were hundreds of questions in my mind but I said, "Follow me." On the way to the new building, I asked, "How much space do you need to mold parts? And can fiberglass manufacturing co-exist with other shops?"

"Mr. Sharp, the size of the shop has to do with how many panels you want to manufacture and how big they are. A large space requirement would be for molds that are not in use, space for molds that are curing, and then there is work in progress. Car parts are large so you will need a fairly large area. The size of the space needed also has to do with am I going to be the only person making parts or are you going to be serious about building a lot of parts?"

"Can fiberglass shops and other shops co-exist?"

They can but most other crafts are not comfortable with them. We need good exhaust fans for all the dust we create and we need a lot of light so we see imperfections while we are working rather than after we are done."

I showed him the shop for the big lifts telling him how I had doubled the size to allow the big lifts on one side and another type of shop on the other. Each side would have a fifty by two hundred and fifty-foot area.

The contractor was watching the concrete people pouring the tall dock area. There were four concrete trucks waiting to unload into the forms. The dock was really going to require a lot of concrete.

He came over to me and asked if there was something he needed to do for me. I introduced him to Jeff and said, "This man is going to head the fiberglass manufacturing for me. The shared area that we set aside will not work for him as his shop needs special ventilation and filtered exhaust due to dust. What he probably needs is something special that only you can build."

I turned to Jeff, "If you want to work for me then you must direct this gentleman to build the shop area you need. Please specify the exact requirements that you would need to manufacture at least thirty complete sets of what is on that print. We will not do only thirty of that one but at least forty-to-fifty complete sets of a variety of cars. Once production is established you can ramp up with additional people until we are producing equal to our orders. Your ability to first manufacture what is immediately saleable, is second to the quality that it must be, in order to command attention from our customers. So far, our quality has brought us all the business we can handle. I want to continue to do it exactly that way. When you have given the instructions necessary to build your new facility, come to see me in my office. If I'm not there, have Debbie page me. Now tell him what you want."

Something was bugging me about the additional paint booth and its location. If Hank was supposed to paint in both buildings it was going to be a strain. If the big booth were in a building where his booths were it would be a traffic problem getting the monster lifts back and forth. Hank was becoming important for more than just his painting ability, he was a good leader as well as a thinker. He was helping Shawna with a variety of problems while she worked with her motor teams.

"Hey, Hank," I said as I entered Shawna's office area, "I need your help again. With the new booth across the way, we are about to give you more work than you can possibly do. Get someone that you can train. Maybe someone from a tech school or someone you can steal from a shop that you like and can work with. I know you don't know a lot of folks in this area yet, but ask around, see how quick you can get another painter that you can supervise."

As I left, I heard Shawna tell him that was the way I was. If I thought someone was going to be overworked, I tried to head it off before it ever happened. She told him the problem was that when I thought there might be more work than one guy could handle it was usually more work than four guys can handle so he better get to work finding someone.

I went upstairs to see Ruth to tell her that I had hired Jeff Fisher for our fiberglass department. She, of course, asked in a dead pan voice, "What fiberglass department?"

"You know, Ruth, the new fiberglass department in the building next door. The one they are building as we speak. Jeff will probably have to hire six to ten guys, so I just wanted to let you know. Oh yeah, I told Hank to find another painter, as his workload is about to expand violently. Can you handle some new faces?"

"You are so bad. You create jobs for people left and right. You know we are going to go over one hundred people with your new fiberglass department. The big lift group almost did it, and then I heard you were bringing on two new driver salesmen for your race day promotion for the Busch series. And now you are creating an entire new group. Glad I have my new assistant. One of these days Tiny is going to say enough, we have to freeze the hiring. Have you even told Tiny about this yet?"

I didn't answer, but went next door to tell Tiny that I had hired Jeff to build fiberglass parts and he was giving the contractor instructions on how to build his work area. Tiny just nodded, and said to let him know as soon as I had any figures to work with. I did tell him that I was getting pricing from the primary manufacturing source right then, so we could see if we were going to be competitive.

Jeff was coming up the stairs to see Ruth when I was ready to go down. I took him in to see Ruth, and over to meet Tiny, and next to meet Phil and Judy. Phil was waving a stack of orders that he had received, saying this put us over our best week so far, and that he still had two salesmen and two field techs that had not reported in yet.

Judy was nice enough to invite Jeff to our Friday evening party and to tell him to bring his wife if he was married. She gave him a map that she had several copies of. Judy said she had already ordered food and made sure the beer driver knew to make sure we had enough.

Hearing all this end of day, end of week stuff, I looked at my watch. Damn, it was already four thirty. I told Jeff that I had to check on a couple of things. He was welcome to tag along or he should just meet us at the patio later. He wanted to follow me, so I took off to see how the trailer was doing.

Tom had the panels cut out and the reinforcing all done. He was working on the pipe guards for the doors. The carpenter had already laid the floor and was working on the cabinets. There were two men I didn't recognize watching everything.

I introduced myself to them and asked how I could help them. A tall skinny white-haired guy smiled and said in a southern drawl, "I'm Cotton and this here's Mike. We was sent over by Gene to take a look see at what kind'a job you got for a couple of motor heads like us. Gene done told us he let you in on Mikey and my close relationship and that you didn't seem to care. Wanna tell us a little more about this here deal?"

I gave them the story of the first two trucks and their success plus the teams' requests to have a trailer for the Busch series too. That's where they came in. They both knew the other four guys doing this and Mike said, "I've been working in a hardware store for a while and Cotton has been working in an auto parts store. We know how to treat customers but this is like we're a part of all the teams, a real part of a race day. I want to do this."

"Go back through the shop and see Debbie again. Have her take you up to see Ruth and then come in Monday to help load up this beast. Hopefully it will be ready by Tuesday. Since your race day is Saturday, you need to be at the track no later than Thursday morning. Wednesday would be good as there are needs while teams are testing and practicing. Oh yes, ask Ruth for directions to the patio party we have on Friday. Come on out, you'll like the company."

Hank and Shawna came out and said they planned on doing the truck tomorrow. They already had a plan for the trailer and the tractor, so it should go fast.

As we walked back into the shop, folks were putting away their tools and cleaning. Jeff stopped and watched and said, "This is the way a shop should be run. Start every week fresh, clean bench, clean floor."

"Jeff, we do this every day. Every evening before we close this shop, I like to see my floor shine, the benches neat, hoses coiled, tools put away. Look at the motor shop. Their work in progress is laid out on their mats so they know exactly where they were. They will go to work and not skip a beat. Come over here to the rebuild shop. These guys are messy with what they do. See how they are scrubbing the floor. This place sparkles every night. See that finished product over there. I don't know why it's still inside, but someone said it wasn't perfect yet. I want every facet of this place to be that way. Every tool in its place, every bench clean, and every desk neat. Let's get out of here, so they don't think I'm doing an inspection. They all know I'll look in again over the weekend, so you know the place will be nice."

I continued as we walked out, "This weekend, a crew will come in and dust everything in the entire building. Not scatter the dust around, but wipe it up. They will wash and wax every floor in the building. Monday, the joint will be the best place you could possibly want to come to work at."

Jeff said, "A fiberglass shop will be hard to keep clean like this but if we do it every day, we should be able to do it. Will I have signs like you have everywhere? And a logo on the floor too?"

"Absolutely! If you have people working for you, they have to be as good as you. You will make them that way. The signs will be there to help them learn to want to be the best."

Jeff stuck his hand out. As I shook it he said, "Abe's been telling me about this place for a couple of months. I didn't believe anyone, anywhere, would ever come to my standards. I'm proud to come to work for you Steve, very proud."

"Go get your wife or girl friend or whomever and come out to our patio party. We will enjoy having you. You're already signed up so you are an employee."

I saw the flow of folks pass by the time clock on their way out the door. Debbie asked if she could catch a ride with me as Hank and Shawna were going to stay a little while to get ready for tomorrow.

As soon as I pulled into my parking spot, I could see that Ruth was right about how many people we had. The place was packed. Tiny and Ruth had planned ahead and had park folks helping with the parking. They even had a huge open tent with a bunch of tables and chairs set up for the extra people. My patio could no longer handle the crowd.

They had a bar set up outside as well as a bartender inside. The beer driver had loaned us some more equipment, so there was a keg outside at that bar too. The inside table had food of all kinds from one end to another. The guy that catered the wedding was directing his people to make sure there was plenty to eat. Tiny sure knew how to plan, they even had four porta-potties to take the load off the inside bathrooms.

I got a Dewars and water at the bar while joining Phil, Judy, Ruth, and Tiny. Phil said the company had the biggest sales week that we had ever had. He looked at Tiny and asked, "Have you been able to put all the numbers together from all of our venues yet?"

"Not completely. Steve keeps coming up with another department that needs more build out. It looks like you're right about the big week though. The field sales reps turned in more sales than they ever have before and Abe's field technicians and customer service guys had a giant week. The double commission thing may be driving it, but I don't think so. People are buying from us because we are calling them. The industry we are in has not had aggressive marketing before, is the way I see it."

"Gee thanks, Tiny, the only reason I was not as aggressive when I worked at Onan was they had so many restrictions as to how to do business. With Steve, all he does is come up with more ways to sell and more products to sell. I thought he was crazy to sell trucks with a fancy body. Little did I realize the crazy idea was going to do about ten mil a year. Your truck dealer is going to give, I said give, us a couple of pickups for sales crews. He just wants to make sure we keep buying those big expensive trucks from him."

The two new guys that were going to be the Busch series salesmen came over, said hi, and thanked me for inviting them. They walked over to join the other three gay couples. Amazing, the company had three male couples and a female couple. If that were to get out in the racing circuit, it could hurt business with all the redneck stock car folks.

Jed was holding court with the new technicians he had hired. They all listened to him as he was telling them what a great company this was to work for and how fast it was growing.

Abe and Alice were sitting in one glider while Martin and Glenda were in the other enjoying watching all the folks interact.

My cell phone rang so I stepped inside the house to answer it. It was Sue calling. She excitedly told me about the show and how well they did. The orders they had received so far were for more products than they had sold all of last year. The manufacturer was already making arrangements to add factory time with other producers. The girls and she were getting ready to go out to eat but were planning to be in bed early in anticipation of a hard day tomorrow.

She wanted the other girls to be able to talk to their husbands so I got Tom, Al, and Jim to come into the house so they could take turns with their wives. When they were all done, Sue got back on the phone and told me she would call me when they got back from going out with the manufacturer and before they went to bed. We did the 'I love you' thing and she was gone.

Back outside I could see that Sandy and Mandy were being attended to by their new special friends, who were rapidly becoming significant others. It also appeared that some of the single girls from the expanding customer service department were connecting with some of the single guys from other departments. I did not see any of the known married folks who were here alone making plays for others. That was nice.

As I watched the group, It was easy to lock in on Shawna and Debbie. When they were together, it was startling as to how much they looked alike. It was also startling to watch them as they even acted like each other. Shawna was a little more aggressive than Debbie was, but I think Debbie was just as dangerous, as she was a little sneakier with her interactions with others.

The funny part of the duo was that they had picked up a towering black girl to make them an unusual trio. I was very amazed how Deanne had integrated with my crew. Deanne was even helping Charlie, getting him food and more beer, while still being attentive to Jim and the girls.

There were no big announcements tonight. I think Phil and Tiny wanted to temper the enthusiasm of all of our rapid building, hiring, and expansion to let everyone adjust to our size. The amount of new people was astounding. Abe said he was having trouble remembering the names of all the new people he was in charge of. He had commented that it was too bad that he was getting older, as this was a job he would have loved to have had when he was younger.

By eight-thirty, folks began to come by to tell me that they had enough to eat and drink. Several asked if it were okay to leave their car so they could ride with someone else. Ruth and Glenda had made arrangements with a couple of guys from the park to take people home that didn't have another way to get home. Surprisingly by nine thirty, the place was cleared out leaving only a couple of non-park residents. Phil and Judy were staying with Tiny and Ruth, so they were hitting the juice pretty heavy. Sandy and Mandy had their guys feeling good and were trying to get them to go home. Deanne was staying with Debbie and Hank again.

The caterer cleaned up everything, stashing any partially used bottles in the patio bar. He left a couple of platters of meats and cheeses for sandwiches and a big pile of wings that could be heated up. I was glad to see folks leave. I was actually getting tired of so many people.

I was sitting by myself in a lawn chair with a glass of beer when Shawna came onto the patio in her typical nightwear, the extra long T-shirt. She sat in another lawn chair and did as always, put her feet on the seat with her knees under her chin. This of course displayed her lower area until she pulled her T-shirt over her knees, down to her feet.

"Glad you're still awake, Steve, Charlie had a little too much tonight and went right to sleep. I'm not really sleepy yet and thought I might have another beer before bed."

I got her a glass of beer and came back to sit with her. We had only been chatting for a couple of minutes when Debbie came in wearing her version of the oversized T-shirt. She pulled up another lawn chair next to Shawna and gave about the same reason for being out and about. I got her a glass of beer and sat with them as they just chatted about everyday stuff.

Sandy came in the back door, drew a cup of beer and sat with us saying she had put Bob to sleep and wanted another beer. She said she thought Mandy was up also because she saw her TV on. As soon as she had finished saying that, Mandy came in the back door, drew a cup of beer and joined us saying she needed to visit a little tonight and Drew was out like a light. Sandy and Mandy were both wearing nightshirts that looked like big T-shirts.

We were all startled when the door opened and tall Deanne came in. She had a giant T-shirt on but it was still so short that if she had not had on panties she would have been displaying her fuzzies. Shawna got up and got Deanne a beer telling her to sit where she had been, next to Debbie. Shawna then sat on my lap and curled up in it like a little kid.

Deanne commented, "That's no fair, hogging Steve like that."

"I was here first, even before his wife, so I get his lap. Besides my ole' man's broke right now. I need a big strong guy like this to hold me."

Shawna was so small that she was hardly a lap full when she curled up like that.

We all chatted till the house phone rang. Shawna got up and I went to answer. It was Sue saying all the girls were back in the room safe and sound. I explained about the party from earlier and how everyone had gone home early. I also explained the patio full of girls. She thought it was funny that the only ones left were the girls and me.

Sue said they were all excited about the show tomorrow but were looking forward to coming home. She said she was going to need to catch up on some loving because she had missed me so much.

Sue told me to enjoy my company, but save some for her. She asked me to get Shawna for her so I took the cordless out to Shawna. They talked for a minute, then Shawna handed the phone to Debbie, who handed the phone to Deanne, then to Sandy, who gave it to Mandy, who handed it back to me.

Sue was chuckling when I got back on the phone. "I told them all to put you to bed. To make sure you slept good and to not take no for an answer. So let them put you to bed and I will talk to you in the morning."

She didn't even give me a chance for an 'I love you.' She had hung up.

The five girls were all looking at me expectantly, as if I was going to choose who I wanted to put me to sleep.

I suggested, "How about some time in the hot tub. That will relax all of us and we'll be able to go right to sleep."

They all thought that was a great idea and left to get robes and towels. I went inside to take off my clothes, put on a robe, and get a towel.

We all walked down to the recreation center. As we entered the pool area, we heard some moaning and groaning going on. We peeked around the wall to see Phil thrusting into Ruth, while Judy was doing her cowgirl imitation astride Tiny. Both couples were down to their final thrusts, so we watched while they finished before all four of them slid into the bubbling water.

When we came around the wall and dropped our robes, Phil and Judy looked a little guilty, while Ruth asked, "How long were you guys watching?"

Shawna was the first to answer as usual, "Long enough to know Phil and Judy are not too old to enjoy some sexy fun in the hot tub."

With the addition of six more in the hot tub it was getting pretty intimate. Sandy told the two couples that Sue had sent them to help me relax. Ruth said that she would enjoy helping me relax too and floated across the tub, turned her back to me and found my now firm dick and sat on it.

"Damn, that thing is just too big for me sometimes. Want to try a monster Judy, this one will fill you up to your tits."

Judy smiled, "I don't like big ones. Phil and Tiny's size is perfect for me. When they're too long, they hurt."

"Steve doesn't jam you, he always lets you have just what you want. Here, someone else needs to warm this thing." Ruth pulled off me and went back to sit on Tiny's lap.

All five girls seemed to start to move but Deanne was already sitting on my lap facing me holding onto me. "Debbie said this thing was a monster, and it is a big one. Mind if I try it out a little?"

The long-legged, limber, Deanne had a foot on the bench on each side of me. She raised up and fit me into her. She surprised me by being oily enough to slide half of me into her on the first plunge. "Oh shit, that is so good. You're fat enough to really stretch a girl."

After a few more thrusts, she had me touching the end of her channel. "That's all I can take, you're hitting something in there that feels good but is a little scary to feel you so deep."

Shawna and Debbie who were flanking me were joking that the long tall Deanne couldn't take all of me. They told her to let them show her how to take the whole thing.

"As soon as I let this thing get me off, then I'll give it up," Deanne said while sliding up and down on me.

"Steve, pick me up and put me against the seat so you can pound me, that'll get me going fast."

I picked up Deanne, but instead of turning to put her on the seat, I was able to turn her around without pulling out and put her on her knees on the seat. This way I was behind her so I could thrust while playing with her clit at the same time.

This was the first time I had ever played with a black girl. Her pussy felt like any other juicy pussy and that was nice. Deanne must have been really excited as she began coming almost instantly. The combination of the deep penetration along with the clit playing did the trick. For a young chic, she had no stamina as she collapsed, pulling off me to sit sprawled on the seat.

Shawna grabbed me and pulled me to the side of the tub with the platform and had me lay down on it. Next she sat on my stomach and held my long dick up to show how it almost came to her tits then sat up and worked me into her Charlie stretched pussy. I slid in and in and in until Shawna jokingly made a gagging noise. She was sitting on my pubic bone with nothing showing. "See that, I can take it all. Tall girl, short pussy, while this little girl has a deep pussy."

Shawna did her thing and was doing crazy stuff with her pussy to get me off. It didn't take her long to come hard and fall off to the side. As soon as she did, Debbie took her place and repeated the show of placing me against her to show how deep I would be in her. Debbie had been fooling around with Hank earlier, so she sank onto me quickly taking me nearly as deep as Shawna. She was equally as quick, as the stimulation of being watched was enough to get her off instantly.

When she rolled off, she looked at Sandy and Mandy and asked if they wanted a turn. They both declined saying they had been pounded senseless by their new boyfriends. Shawna began giving me head but before she could do much more that a couple of licks, Deanne came over and said, "I want more. Let me be on my back, I bet I can take all of him that way."

With Deanne on her back, I began sliding in and out of her slowly. Shawna and Debbie were on either side of her playing with her small breasts and perky nipples. Deanne began coming, and I sped up as I was getting close too.

"I'm getting close, are you safe, or should I pull out?" I asked Deanne.

"I'd love to feel you fill me up, but I don't need any little babies. Don't squirt in me, do it on my tits, just don't do it in me."

After only a couple of more thrusts, I pulled my dick out of her to have it swallowed by Debbie. She held me in her mouth sucking out my pent-up juices. I must have shot a lot because some began leaking out the sides of her mouth.

Judy commented, "Damn, that's so nasty looking. Sit up on the edge, Phil, and let me suck you too."

Ruth was sitting on Tiny, obviously riding him up and down while watching the show.

Debbie, pulled me from her mouth then leaned over Deanne to let come drip from her mouth into Deanne's, who continued to shudder through more orgasms with more stimulation from her own fingers.

I got off the platform and went to sit between Sandy and Mandy putting my arms around them, holding them to me.

"Do you still like us, even though we found new guys?" Sandy asked.

"Of course, I do. You two are my special friends for life. We are a lot more than just fuck buddies." I gave each girl a good strong tongue kiss that got me going again. I didn't know about them, but I could have easily taken the two of them on right then.

They hugged me back and felt my shaft as it rose to bounce against their arms. "You are such a horn-dog. You just fucked four girls and got sucked off and you're hard as rock already."

Judy raised from sucking on Phil, "No way, show me."

Sandy and Mandy pushed me up so my dick waved over the water.

"You are a horny sucker. You're wife must be something to take care of you."

Shawna who always has something to say, "She's worse than he is. She'll take on every guy here till they can't get it up any more, and she'll be sucking on Steve so he can take care of her one more time."

Ruth advised Judy, "It was only a couple of months ago that Sue was trying to figure out how to get laid. She fixated on Steve until she got her chance and they have been an item since. Steve the stud wasn't much better, he had been working non-stop for several years until he took a vacation and ended up renting a little trailer here."

Judy was still being curious and continued asking questions. "There are so many stories that I've heard about Steve and also Shawna that I don't know what's real. Were Steve and Shawna really in a gun fight here in the park?"

Little Shawna had come over to sit on my lap while the conversation was continuing. She raised up and slid me into her. She did feel good clasping and releasing me as she sat listening to the conversation.

Tiny was the one to tell the story of how the first guy had been abusive to a former girlfriend before his buddies had come for revenge. Ruth filled in that Shawna and I had taken out five guys like it was nothing. Next Tiny said there was another situation where some guys were caught burglarizing Sue's car who decided to start shooting. Shawna and I were just two people that it wasn't a good idea to start a gunfight with.

While the conversation was going on with them Shawna was getting closer and closer to getting us both off. She spun around as I slumped down in the water and worked her cute little butt faster bringing us both to the brink. Sandy and Mandy began tweaking Shawna nipples and that did it for her. She hugged me tight squeezing me inside her until I filled her with my second load of the evening.

"Now you're going to have to carry me home. I don't think I can walk."

We all got out of the tub and made our way back to the patio where I made drinks for everyone. Sandy and Mandy went to their respective homes to join their boyfriends in slumber.

Shawna said she was done and left for home leaving me with Debbie and Deanne. I told them it was time for bed and that they should probably go to bed. Debbie said, "Sue told me that I should leave Deanne as a bed warmer, but I'm apprehensive because Deanne could easily forget what was happening and get pregnant."

Deanne looked sheepish but asked, "I promise to be good. I'd love to play more but I'll be good. I would like to snuggle with you. Don't you have any rubbers? We could always use one of those."

"Okay, girls I'm going to bed. If you wish to join me, good, if not well it's time to say goodnight."

Debbie gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged Deanne whispering to her. We watched until we heard her door close. Deanne and I went inside, locked up, and went to the bedroom. Once under the covers Deanne snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder and her arm and leg over me.

I kissed her on her forehead rubbing her back with my hand. In just a couple of seconds, her breathing became very regular and her body was relaxed against me. She was asleep. This was good, as I was a little wierded out to be with an almost stranger in the bed Sue and I had made our baby.

The thought that this had been a long day passed through my mind as I slipped off to sleep.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 69

Day Sixty-nine - Saturday

There was someone strange in my bed. I knew she was strange, as the person was thin and extremely long. My hand was on a small butt as it rose and fell, filling a clutching pussy with my very hard morning woody. My body was signaling that it was enjoying the connection and was ready to send a big load of baby makers into the tight clutching pussy.

As my eyes opened and I viewed a still sleeping Deanne, I realized that she was a candidate to become a mommy if we continued. On the next rise of her pussy on my dick, I slid to the side disconnecting us.

Her hips moved around trying to find the good feeling again, but I was already slipping out of bed. Hoping she would stay asleep, I went to the bathroom then came back to the bedroom to view the long, lean, dark-skinned Deanne. She was a stark difference to my luscious Sue.

The clock said it was six fifteen already, so I made coffee and took a shower, putting on shorts and a T-shirt. By the time I went out on the patio, Glenda was waiting for me.

"So who warmed your bed last night? Anyone I know?"

I looked at Glenda with a raised eyebrow, "Not my fault. Sue is determined to keep sending bed warmers. Deanne stayed over."

"Is she still sleeping or did you put her back to sleep."

"Still sleeping. We did not do anything last night, and I got out of bed before something could happen this morning. I know that's not being a good host, but then again, how are you supposed to treat a little girl like that?"

"She's not a little girl. What is she six-six, six-eight or more?"

"You know what I mean, what is she twenty, twenty-one at the most."

"I will be twenty-one next month," came from Deanne as she came out onto the patio, wearing my robe.

She looked at Glenda and back at me. "We didn't do anything during the night did we? I don't think we did, or at least I hope we didn't."

"We were fine, Deanne, we did nothing that would be bad or get you pregnant. Have some coffee and relax."

"I'm going to put on clothes. I don't feel comfortable being in just a robe."

Glenda told her, "You're probably over-dressed around here on a weekend morning. But with four of the women gone, you won't get treated with all of the cute nightwear they usually wear."

Deanne headed back into the house saying, "I'll be right back, I'll be a lot more comfortable in shorts and top."

Glenda was talkative this morning, "You guys were all up late last night. I saw you on the patio with Shawna, Debbie, Deanne, Tiny, Phil, Ruth, and Judy. It looked like you guys had just gotten back from the hot tub."

"The girls came over about the time Sue called. She told them to take me to the hot tub to relax me. Tiny, Phil, and their wives were there, so we joined them for a while enjoying the tub."

Tiny came over carrying a big box of pastries. He said he was elected to get breakfast since Phil and Judy were still sleeping. Ruth came onto the patio with one of her see-through gowns. She sat, holding her coffee and said, "Today I'm going to get back some tan. If you want me, I'll be sunning at the pool. This working in an office everyday is hard on a tan."

Tiny offered, "You were so dark, I thought you were Deanne's sister. You're just now beginning to lose the color. A day in the sun and you'll be fine."

"You and Sue might be getting too much sun. That's how people get skin cancer you know," Glenda cautioned.

"That's why neither one of us ever stay out very long at a time. I'll get some sun, a couple of times today and tomorrow, and that should hold me over till next weekend."

Charlie came rolling over, with a smile on his face, and Shawna following him.

"What have you been up to, Charlie? You have a true shit eatin' grin on your face this morning," chided Glenda.

Charlie laughed, "My lovely little redhead just proved redheads give the best head."

Shawna whacked Charlie on the back of the head, "Shush! If you want more later, you best be nice."

"I was being nice honey, I was giving you a compliment in front of all these folks."

Al and Tom came over, saying they were on their way out to the flats near Safety Harbor. They were planning on fishing most of the day.

Shawna said that Charlie, Hank, and she were going in to finish the new truck, and probably finish up the bike that Charlie had been working on. She commented that she had three orders for custom bikes from more of the racing folks. These were going to be from the ground-up bikes, so it was going to be fun.

Phil and Judy finally made it up and came to soak up some coffee and Saturday morning relaxation. When Glenda asked me what was on my agenda, I smiled and said, "I'm going to clean up the cars, my bikes, straighten up anything in the house I might have messed up since you cleaned up yesterday, and get ready for my lady to hopefully come home tonight. I won't know till later, but if she decides to come home early, I want to be ready."

Tiny and Phil asked me what I thought was in our future. "I'm not much into forecasting without my crystal ball, but I see our business in five or six distinct areas. First our original rebuilds area seems to have a long life expectancy. Second or an expansion of the first, the new large lifts rebuild unit that has got off to a decent start, even though we haven't turned the first screw. Third would be the race car support group that is made up of the frame and sheet metal shops, and the motor shop that now houses some folks that are hell bent on giving the California bike builders some competition. Of course with those four entities you have to include the three race-day trucks and now the new fiberglass shop. There is the new equipment sales operation that has just been too wild to even consider it lasting forever, but that we'll ride as long as we can. That entity, once primed has provided us with the money for almost all of our expansion."

"Without the key people in each group, it would be impossible to keep up with everything that's going on. Hopefully, some of us will come up with new marketing ideas that we can experiment with. But right this second, I think we are in a great position to sit back and let the business take us where it will. Let's just enjoy the fruits of our efforts to date."

Phil commented, "You're probably right. We've grown so darn fast that it's been tough to hire and train enough people to handle the traffic we are creating. We do need a breather to catch up."

Tiny was smiling and almost laughing, "What do you want to bet, Stevie boy has something in the back of his mind right this second that will eat up more of our cash flow, but create more at the same time. So far every time I transfer a hundred dollars out to our money market account, I transfer back fifty to spend on something new. Don't hold your breath, Phil, just wait for it."

"I do have an idea and a couple of questions that we might look into." I said, thinking of the random thoughts I've had about Sue's business.

"See, I told you he had something going. You didn't even have to wait for it."

"I'm not that bad, Tiny, but I would like to look into the TransTee building across the street. I understand they lost a major contract for a clothing company, and the place isn't doing well."

Phil raised an eyebrow at me, "What in the world would you do with a clothes manufacturing company?"

Tiny jumped in, "You shouldn't ask, but I bet I have an idea of what he would do."

"You are probably right about what you are thinking, Tiny. Sue's manufacturer is taking more and more of her profits because they can't produce enough in house and have subcontracted out so much. We take up part of their production time now with our very popular coveralls. If we had our own plant, we could manufacture our own coveralls, make our own T-shirts, and make a lot of Sue's clothing. We could even resell some of her products on our race day trucks. Just look into what the building would cost to buy or lease, and if the production management is any good, how good the equipment is, and what their maximum production could be? Could they produce ladies finer garments?"

"I'm ahead of you boss," Tiny bragged. "I know how much the building and land is. I know the condition of the equipment is all pretty new. I know the production management is supposed to be good, but a little raw with their people. Whether they can transition into better garments is a big question, but you will have to talk to someone else about that."

I asked, "Do we have enough to buy the business as it stands right now?"

Tiny replied, "Yes and no. Yes, we can buy the building and equipment. No, we don't have enough cash flow to support the large payroll and material requirement that a company like that will demand."

There was the question in mind, "We paid off the most recent loan from Sue, right?"

Tiny smiled, "I wrote the check yesterday morning that actually pays off the building and most of the modifications we have made. The only thing that won't be included will be the new fiberglass area you are creating. We don't have any good numbers on what the cash flow requirement will be on that shop, or what the potential return is going to be."

Tiny added, "If a couple of those big government bids come in this next week like we expect, that will easily cover the fiberglass project and would give us some operating capital for a new venture."

Phil looked a little sullen, "I don't know anything about selling clothing. All I know about that business is that US manufacturers can't seem to compete. Why would you think you can compete in that market?"

I told Phil my thoughts on the subject, "The first reason, Phil, is that most people don't get with the people that count in order to encourage them to do their best. They push for speed and more speed, then let someone sell their mistakes as seconds. I think that the first thing we would do is to work with the seamstresses to make sure they take their time and do a perfect job the first time, no waste, no seconds, no returns. I may not be cut out to be a garment manufacturer, but I would want to treat those workers as fair as we do those in the businesses we have now."

"Another reason that you wouldn't have to worry about it is Sue handles the selling. Sue and the girls handle most of the creativity and design. All I want to do is to have a place to get her work done, and to make some items for us. We could probably use up the total plant's productivity making NASCAR T-shirts, but that would be a very dull job. We could use up a lot of the plant's productivity for our coveralls, and possibly other work clothes, but my original thought was to use twenty-five percent of the productivity for our stuff and seventy-five percent for Sue's. I think that we would work with her current manufacturer so that we either bought them out or formed some kind of partnership with them. The idea is to keep the manufacturing within the family, instead of farming any of it out."

Phil looked mystified, "When do you have time to come up with all of this stuff. I see you all over the place in our plant listening, looking, directing here and there, selling on the phone, and helping the different departments, but I don't see you sitting somewhere with your eyes closed, coming up with ideas."

Tiny came to my rescue, "Guys like Steve have the idea machines working in the background while they are doing something else. The background machines just keep pumping out questions that they find answers to, and those answers usually create business opportunities."

"Whatever," sighed Phil while shaking his head.

"Phil, you are a very imaginative guy, coming up with so many ways for you and your people to sell more equipment. Those are ideas. Where do you come up with them? They just happen, don't they?"

"You're right, ideas are ideas, it's just that yours are so diverse and risky, but all seem to turn out great. I'm not jealous, just amazed."

"Anyway, Tiny, I want to pursue this, and we'll get Sue involved to help finance the deal if we have to. But perhaps we can milk good old Phil for some monster sales so we can just do this whole thing in-house." Phil smiled, "I'll think on it today and tomorrow and see if there are some quick money deals we might be able to take advantage of."

"Phil, in your opinion, do we handle the world's best stationary generators, you know, like back up generators for big buildings?"

"We sure do. Construction engineers the world over specify our products."

"I know you work on several foreign accounts, but we haven't shipped anything to Dubai yet. Those oil countries are building like crazy, and I'm sure they are putting in big generators for backup power. How about getting us a multi-lingual guy to corner that market. Since we have the best product, why not help them buy the best product? If they are not using backup generators, then we need to sell them on the idea as a safety precaution, if nothing else."

Phil nodded his approval, "I can do that. Onan used to have a guy that traveled back and forth to Saudi. I'll find him and get him to start working for us. That ought to be worth about ten to fifteen mil a year. See, you did it again. We were talking about buying a garment business, then you turn right around and want me to do something simple, and completely different, that will probably net you two to three mil a year easy."

"I'm just looking for more places to sell right now. The other place that I don't see any orders from is Canada. We should consider that area as well. Phil, why not find out what we can do up there, and if it would be to our advantage to open an office up in Montreal, or somewhere convenient. We could even sell our truck bodies up there."

"I'll do that too. Judy has some Canadian relatives that might help us get started. I'll find out from our suppliers what needs to be done to sell up there."

I stood with a empty coffee cup, "Who needs some coffee?"

Phil and Tiny said they had enough and that they were going to go to Circuit City to look at televisions. Judy, Ruth, and Glenda had already taken off for the pool. I went inside to see what needed to be done to clean up. Just a couple of cups were dirty, so I washed them out by hand and cleaned up the coffee area. I went through the house to make sure the place was straight, ending up in the bedroom. I changed the sheets on the bed, making sure the place was dusted and ready for my queen. I replaced the towels in the bathroom and wiped down the shower, making sure the rest of the room was straight.

I stuffed the sheets and the towels in the washing machine, and went outside to wash my truck and Sue's car. While washing Sue's car, the phone rang. It was Sue. She was ready for the Saturday show and would call when it was done. At this point, because of all the customer activity for their new products, she didn't think they would be able to get back tonight. She said it was funny how they had created the new styles for their own catalog, but have sold more to other retailers than they could possibly sell from the catalog. Sue said she would call me late in the afternoon. We did the 'I love you' thing and she hung up.

I had cleaned up the big bike and when I finished the shovel, I put on some jeans and a support T-shirt and rode over to the clubhouse. As Hap had promised, the gate guy swung the gate wide to let me in. I parked where directed and wandered around to find Hap and Bear together. They got me an icy beer and asked me what I was up to.

"I'm here to have some of your weekend chili. My stomach told me it was getting close to lunch time, so I decided to come by to taste test your brew."

Bear haw-hawed, "That's the way a biker begs for food, all right."

We three ate chili, sitting among a bunch of scantily clad ladies, not wearing much but sure commanding a lot of attention. When I looked at Bear and nodded toward the ladies, he offered, "These are a bunch of dancers that were invited to come by today to dress up the party. We have another club going to be here in a little bit, so we thought some extra entertainment would be in order. If you want some of this stuff, there's a big bucket of rubbers over there. Grab a handful and pick out a couple of these babes and take 'em to the bunkhouse. There ought to be a free mattress in there."

"The chili is all the hot stuff I'm looking for today. Thanks for the offer though. Well, guys, have a good time, I'm going to get some wind in my face. See you all later. Maybe I'll stop by tonight if you think this is still going to be happening then."

Hap slapped me on the back, "Be safe and come back later. Who knows how much fun we'll be having by then? You're always welcome. Don't be a stranger."

I rode over to Big Jim's to find out they were having a pig roast. I bought a beer, paid the fee, and ate some roast pork with some black beans and yellow rice. Double D was in front of the bar, instead of behind it, with a long face. She was lonely because her guy was working till eleven and would probably be too tired to want to go out then.

The pool table was inviting so I put up my quarter to get a place in the rotation on one of the tables and had another beer before it was my turn. The only thing the guys played on the small coin tables was eight ball. I was able to stay at the table through five games before a guy ran the balls out after I broke and sunk a few balls. That's the way bar pool is, someone is always better than you are, or at least they get all the rolls.

I rode over to the Harley dealership and chatted briefly with Jim, and looked at new bikes for a few minutes. I really didn't feel like doing anything else, so I rode over to the shop to see how Shawna and Hank were doing on the truck and trailer.

It was done, done and beautiful. The cartoons depicted multiple scenes of Busch drivers' caricatures with their cars. On the trailer were giant decals, or painted replicas of decals, of the various sponsors. In the center on each side among all of sponsor decals was our giant S&S logo. The truck looked really sharp.

When I arrived there, they were all in the shop working on the finishing touches to the bike Charlie had been working on. This was going to be another showpiece that would be paraded around the tracks to show off to their peers. Pretty soon, Shawna's and Charlie's names were going to be very well known. I oohed and aahed over their work, and walked over to check out what the contractor was up to.

He had moved the paint booth to be outside the hundred foot wide space on the other side of the outside partition. The booth was only thirty by thirty so it didn't take a lot of space from storing completed units. There were large, tall overhead doors between the rebuild area and the Fiberglass shop then on into the paint booth. The fiber glass shop was built into three areas, the layout area, the mold area, and the grinding and finishing area. The grinding and finishing area had giant overhead exhaust fans with big filters that could be easily cleaned. In the front of the building was the office and bathroom area. It looked like all that had to be done was some finish work on the drywall, and painting.

I wasn't needed, so I rode back to the house, wiped down the bike and put it away. I went onto the patio to join Tiny, Phil, Ruth, and Judy as they drank beer, snacked, and watched the Busch race. As it neared five, Tiny started the big grill at the bar and began loading wings and chicken tenders.

Within an hour, the patio was pretty full of our regulars, along with Deanne, who was still hanging out with Debbie. Sandy and Mandy, with Bob and Drew, had come. Tom and Al were back from fishing and ready to eat. Even Abe and Alice showed up. Charlie, Shawna, and Hank had returned from the shop and had showered, ready to enjoy the evening.

We had a bunch of raw veggies and dips to go with the wings, along with some French fries. It was a perfect Saturday evening meal. A couple of card games started up, accompanied by a Devil Rays baseball game on the big TV.

Sue called about nine, saying they were already in the room waiting for some room service food. They were exhausted and ready to pack up and get out of there first thing in the morning. She said they were scheduled to leave LaGuardia at nine and be in Tampa about one thirty. When I asked about the show, Sue said that it was spectacular, or at least the response for their new styles was. She said to hold on to my chair, as she had a big surprise for me when she got home. When she said the food was there, she was going to eat and get ready for bed so they could be at the airport early. They had had all of the New York fashion scene they could handle. The guys talked to their wives briefly and hung up. We were all looking forward to our wives coming home.

Jim asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I did, but not enough to really want to get out in traffic. He felt the same, so he headed home to sack out with the TV, while I cleaned up the patio to get ready for bed. Tiny, Ruth, Phil, and Judy invited me to go with them to the hot tub, but I said I was fine tonight and just going to go to bed.

I locked up, and went to bed with the TV in there on. My eyes were drooping when I heard a car coming down the lane with its motor racing. I was jumping out of bed reaching for my pants when I heard tires sliding and a crash right outside the house.

Now what?

I was out of bed in an instant looking for my cloths. I finished putting on my pants, pulled my T-shirt back on and slipped on my shoes. On reflex, I pulled my 9-millimeter out of the drawer, along with two clips, stuffing the clips in one back pocket and the piece in the other.

The front door was closest, so I went out to hear sirens coming from the front of the park. I rounded the house closest to the lane to find an old Camaro smashed into my truck. The front of the Carmaro was dead center into the passenger side of my truck. Out in the street, behind the Camaro, was another pickup truck with a guy standing on the far side of the hood. Another guy was reaching into the Camaro, trying to get something or do something. When I hollered to see what was going on, the guy on the other side of the pickup truck raised what looked like a sawed-off shotgun. I got down and pulled back from the side of the house to shield me. I got low to see if I could get out closer to the Camaro. I couldn't see either guy, which should mean they couldn't see me. I slipped around to my pickup, went to the back of it, and peeked around to see what was going on.

Now both guys were trying to pull the door open on the Camaro. The sawed-off shotgun was lying on the ground at their feet. I could see the Camaro driver slumped over the wheel. The one guy had what looked like a nickel-plated revolver sticking from his back waistband. Making sure there was no one else around the pickup, I stood and said quietly, "Put your hands above your heads. Move very slowly and do not try anything stupid."

They both froze for a second then began turning toward me. The one guy looked like his knees were bending so I said louder, "Put your hands above your heads or I will shoot you."

"And so will I," came the voice of my redheaded, heroine, neighbor.

The second voice was enough to make the one guy reach for his revolver. I squeezed off a round intending to scare him more than hurt him. Instead, my aim was sloppy enough and he was turning sideways to me that the round entered his chest on one side and lodged inside of him. The force of the round jolted him back and he slid down to his knees. The other guy stopped going down after the shotgun as Shawna put three quick rounds down around his feet.

I waved Shawna over to me and told her to put her gun away before the cops got there, so only one of us would have to give up a gun. She nodded but kept the guy covered anyway.

Martin was at the side of the patio hollering to see if we were all right. I told him to use the phone on the patio and call 911 for the police and an ambulance. I told Shawna to take my support T-shirt inside and find me another of any kind. She understood, ran back to her trailer, and came back with a huge T-shirt of Charlie's that I quickly put on as she held my piece in her hands.

A county sheriff's car finally came up the lane, slowly, with the lights flashing. He came to a stop, with his lights on me, and stepped out telling me to put my gun down. I told him to get closer so he could cover the guy standing next to the car.

He finally walked over closer to me. I pointed out that there was a sawed-off shotgun on the ground and a pistol in the pants of the guy lying on the ground. I laid my gun down on the ground and asked him if he had called for help yet. He said no, he didn't need any help yet. That was a strange answer under the circumstances, so I asked him if he had called an ambulance, as there was a guy in the car that was hurt too.

When the deputy said, "I don't need no fucking help, just shut up and let me do this job."

Uh oh, something was radically wrong. I could see that Martin had heard what was said. He was not in the deputy's range of sight, but he could see Shawna and me. He held up his old revolver for me to see and went back to the side of the house.

We could hear sirens coming from a distance. This rattled the deputy. He pushed the guy who had been standing with his hands up to the side, making him fall to the ground, and tried to pull open the car door. With the deputy's full attention on the car, the guy that had been pushed to the ground moved toward the guy I had shot, reaching for the gun in the waist of his pants.

Shawna and I dropped to the ground at the same time picking up my automatic, I stood in time to watch the guy pull the gun from the downed guy's pants. I hollered at the deputy, but he didn't stop trying to open the car door.

As the guy brought the gun up toward the deputy, I shot, hitting him in the shoulder of the arm that had been holding the gun. The noise of the gun brought the deputy to his senses and he turned to me, pulling his gun back out.

He was just getting his piece clear of his holster when two sheriff's cars slid to a stop behind his. I put the piece down again as the deputy by the car looked between me and the two were now approaching on foot. The deputy by the car kept bringing his gun up looking like he was going to shoot, so I pushed Shawna down and went down behind the bad guy's truck at the same time.

We heard the gun go off and a round skimmed over the side of the bed where we had been. I grabbed my 9-millimeter again and pulled Shawna around to the front of the pickup. I peeked around to see the deputy who had shot at us look frantically around at the two other deputies, who were looking confused.

We slipped behind my pickup. I told Shawna to run over to the patio and stay behind Martin. When she was gone I hollered, "Make that guy put his piece down and I'll come out. I want you to call your sergeant or supervisor right now, this is something he needs to handle anyway."

"Fuck you, I'll handle this. You two get back in your cars and get out of here. I'm in charge and I'll handle this, now get."

"No way Fred, this is a bad crime scene, you have what two, three people down. Put your piece away, we have the scene under control."

I could hear one of the deputies radioing from his lapel microphone. He was calling for back up and a supervisor with multiple men down.

"God dammit, I told you I would handle this, now get out of here while I finish this."

The single deputy went around the other side of the car, and went headfirst into the car obviously looking for something. He came back out of the car holding a package and paper grocery sack. He gave a look at me and back to the two deputies.

"Move your fucking cars, I gotta go report in. Move or I'll ram your fucking cars. Hurry!"

He was saying this, holding the bundle and bag in one hand and reaching for his gun with the other.

I had been moving from behind my pickup to the outside of the bad guy's pickup. When I saw the deputy reach for his gun again, I decided it was time to do something, anything. I don't run fast, but it was fast enough that when he heard me and started to turn, I hit him with my shoulder like a football player does. It was good thing he wasn't that big, because he folded from the force of the tackle.

As soon as he was on the ground, I grabbed his piece and slid it on the ground toward the two deputies who were finally coming out of their fog. They both reached for their guns while I kept a knee in the downed deputy's back and fumbled getting his cuffs from the holder. By the time the two deputies got to me, I had the crazed deputy cuffed and was standing up.

An ambulance, a fire truck, and three more sheriff's cars, were pulling up at that moment, so the deputies both put their guns away and stood waiting. When the paramedics came up I told them what I knew of the three men. A fireman came up to help the paramedics. My good friend, the Captain, came up to me with his hand out, "What are you up to this time, Steve."

"I don't know, sir, this guy on the ground is one of yours but I think he might not be right. Look in the package and bag. He was willing to be pretty crazy over whatever is in there. I motioned toward the two deputies that had come second, you might want to get these two to sit down for a few minutes. They are both in some kind of shock over this."

The captain directed one of the newly arrived officers to help the two out. When I pointed out the cuffed deputy's gun he had the other guy pick it up. When the sergeant opened the package, it was some kind of compacted gray stuff. He tasted a pinch then spit. Next, he looked into the bag and showed me inside. There were bundles of hundred dollar bills.

The captain used his portable radio microphone and called in, asking for an FDLE and a DEA rep as soon as possible. He had one of the deputies put the cuffed deputy into a car after reading him his rights.

The captain turned to me and said, "Want to start at the beginning?"

"Sure, let's go to the patio and sit down. I don't know about you, but this is getting dumber by the minute. Go get your two deputies and I'll get them some water. Meet me on the patio."

The Captain brought the two young deputies onto the patio and had them sit at the big table. He and I sat at the little table where he put his tape recorder and pad to write on. Glenda was in her robe, hustling around getting the two young deputies some water, in addition to getting the Captain and me a cup of coffee.

I went through the entire, unbelievable, story. Shawna was sitting inside on a stool by the counter so the Captain waved at her to come out. He said gently, "I should have known you would be involved in this somehow. Glad neither of you was hurt. So where is the gun you shot those two with?"

I stood up and turned my back to the Captain then raised the shirt to show him the piece. He pulled it out, dropped the clip the pumped the chambered round out catching it in mid air. "So you shot twice and the deputy shot once. I thought I saw three more casings out there. We'll have to look."

Shawna spoke up, "I shot into the ground at the guy before Steve shot him. Everything was going to be okay, till the cop just pushed the guy down so he was right by his downed buddy's gun. I didn't shoot anyone this time."

"And where is your gun, young lady?"

"Steve told me to take it home so it wouldn't have to be carted away again. It takes you guys a couple of months before we get it back."

"It's a good thing I have the recorder off, or I'd have to take your piece for evidence again." He took the clip that he had taken from the gun, pulled three rounds out, and handed them to me with a wink.

"Let me make sure we find that pistol out there. I'll be back in a second."

A few minutes later the Captain came back in with a guy wearing an FDLE cap (Florida Department of Law Enforcement). The Captain introduced me as the guy who had helped one of his men a while back and the one who had kept the errant deputy from shooting two of his other men tonight. We went over the same story again talking to his recorder this time. The FDLE man told me that the DEA guy said the bad guys were all interested in two kilos of pure heroin. There must have been a rip off, since the money and the drugs were in one place.

The driver of the car wasn't dead, but was knocking on the door. The guy that I shot in the chest was lucky too, and was on the way to the hospital. The guy that was shot in the shoulder was in pretty bad shape but would probably recover, and finally, the deputy that I had tackled, had two broken ribs.

I did my usual and asked that they try to keep my name out of the papers. I didn't need to be advertising that I was playing Roy Rogers out in the trailer park.

That got a laugh from them but they said that it would depend on timing, just like before.

A deputy came onto the patio to ask me if I wanted my truck towed to a repair shop. He said that as hard as it was hit, the truck might be totaled. I went inside the house, got a Publix plastic bag and went out to my truck and took out the few personal things in it. I checked the bed to make sure there was nothing in it and told the driver to take it to the dealer. The insurance company would take it from there.

When I got back to the patio, Glenda was feeding the Captain breakfast. When I looked at her strange, Glenda said it was already five-thirty, so she might as well start feeding everyone that was still up. Shawna was serving Martin and Charlie, who had made his way across the street.



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Chapter 70



Day Seventy - Sunday

When the law had all left, a small Toyota was still parked on the lane near the open area, with a guy leaning against the front fender. I went out to ask him if I could help him.

"You're the same guy that was in the shoot out here a couple of months ago and the same guy that saved the deputy out on the highway. Are you willing to tell me about this one?"

"Sure, if you won't use my name."

"Why don't you want people to know you are a hero, a kind of a Rambo guy?"

"I'm a businessman. I do not need this kind of publicity. No one needs to know that I had anything to do with anything. If you want the story with my name, fine. But if you use my name, I'll tell everyone you made up the story."

"And I'll get fired for making up a story."

"How about a cup of coffee and you jot down some notes, without names?"

When I brought him onto the patio he looked around a little amazed at the bar, the big screen TV, the pool table just inside the sliding door, and the long table. I introduced him to everyone as a newspaper reporter and that he was going to write the story, without including the names of any participants.

We talked and drank coffee for almost an hour. Since I didn't know what was behind the mess that had kept me awake last night, I said he would have to get that information from the sheriff's office.

The reporter in him came out, and he began asking background questions trying to fit me in with the community. Tiny and Phil, with Judy and Ruth, had come over and were having breakfast. When they heard me downplaying the business they came over to join the reporter and me.

Phil enthusiastically broke in, "Steve, do you care whether he writes about your amazing business? It could be a great opportunity to get some free publicity."

Tiny, knowing how private I was, saw me rolling my eyes in anticipation of hours of boring interrogation by a nosy newspaper reporter. He took over by saying, "Why don't you let Phil and me give this guy the lowdown on the company and how you started with nothing but your desire for quality. You look like you could use a shower and a nap. You're going to want to be fresh when Sue gets back."

Tiny looked at the reporter and said, "Steve's wife, Sue is another great human interest story. They have both become ultra successful through their own efforts. You could have an entire series about these two."

I shook hands with the reporter and once again asked him to avoid using my name in connection to the stupidity that had occurred last night.

When I passed Glenda, I asked her to wake me up so I could be fresh when Sue and the girls got home. I told her they had a limo waiting to bring them home, the same as when they left.

I lay down on top of the covers and was asleep in seconds.

"Steve, honey, wake up. You need to wake up and take a shower. The girls will be here in less than an hour."

"Thanks Glenda, I'll take take that shower and get ready for them. Be right out."

I did a quick shave and a shower before I hit the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Glenda anticipating me, had one poured and waiting.

When I went out onto the patio, I was amazed to find almost everyone of the patio group there, waiting for the girls. More amazing was the reporter was still there, but was now accompanied by a female photographer.

The reporter looked up at me and said, "You have an amazing story. Everyone here has given me a little more of what you've accomplished. We went down to your business, that you refer to as your shop, and were able to photograph all of the different areas. That place is awesome. I swear I've never seen a business that is so clean and neat. I love the signs all over the place and especially the "Is it perfect" signs over the doors. This is a better story than some idiots trying to steal each other's money and dope."

He walked over to me and said in a low voice, "I turned in the other story already and did not use any local names. I used Martin as a witness but didn't use his name either, just that he was a neighbor that had watched what had happened."

The photographer had been taking my picture continuously since I walked out of the house. I asked her if she were going to waste anymore film, and she replied that everything was digital now, and that she just loaded the pictures onto a drive back at the newspaper, used what they wanted, and dumped the rest.

The big table was filled with finger food, snacks, hamburgers, hotdogs, and two big platters of raw vegetables. The TV was broadcasting the NASCAR Winston cup race, while Abe was taking on all challengers at the pool table.

The photographer asked, "What do you have to do to join this club out here, this place is great. Beer, drinks, food, and from what everyone says, a party everyday for breakfast and supper. I don't live far from here, I could start every day out here."

I looked over at Sandy and Mandy who were without Bob and Drew and said loud enough, "You might want to just mingle with the folks. It's not difficult to fit in, but you might want to test how you mix in."

Al, Tom, and Jim were standing around next to the street door to the patio, in anticipation of the girls arriving. All I had to do was keep an eye on them and I would know when they were here.

Phil and Tiny were filling me in on everything they had been telling the reporter. They obviously had been bending this guys ear non-stop since I had left them.

The three guys walked out of the patio, so I went out the side door to also greet the arrivals. By the time I reached the street, most of the people that had been on the patio, were now crowded around the limo that pulled up.

The guys opened the limo door to catch Joan as she rushed out to hug her husband. Betty came out equally as fast, followed by Hanna, who leaped into Jim's arms. Sue was the last to get out. She stepped out and rose to be taken into my arms. We hugged for at least a minute, then looked at each other, before giving each other a welcome home kiss.

The limo driver took the bags from the trunk, and before they could touch the ground, each one was taken up to the patio. I handed the driver a tip, he nodded and saluted, got in his car, and drove off.

All of us went onto the patio where Sue was given the big comfortable rocking chair and handed a Diet Coke. She let out a "Phew, we can all relax now," while sipping her Coke.

I saw Sue's eyebrows knit together as she was looking at the photographer, who was still taking pictures of the girls' homecoming. Explaining that the reporter was doing a story on the business and was including our happy home life in the mix, didn't satisfy her curiosity but it took the edge off till later.

Sue said she needed to go to the bathroom and did the sneaky bit by asking Shawna if she wanted to go to the bathroom with her.

When Sue came back, she had changed to some shorts and T-shirt, remaining barefoot. She curled up onto my lap and whispered to me. "I can't leave you alone at all. You seem to attract crazies that you have to save the world from. Glad you're okay. You better remember you're going to be a dad." Sue gave me kisses on the cheek and laid her head on my shoulder.

The other girls that had just arrived had run home to change into the same garb Sue had on. The place was once again balanced. The reporter was talking to Hanna, Betty, and Joan. Hanna was showing drawings of the fashions that they had shown in New York, while Betty was talking up the catalog and web site.

Sue, who now had a rum and Diet Coke, was telling Ruth and Judy about how well they had done. Not only had they oversold the available production of the manufacturer of their new fashions, they had sold a great quantity of the newer styles that they had created.

"That brings me to the big surprise," Sue said sitting up on my lap. "I had Ben begin looking for local clothing factories that I could lease production space from. He came back with several small facilities that could produce a single item, but none that would be large enough to handle the production that we need. Then he found a big one, one that has to be just right for us. The place is closing and we can pick it up for a song, or rather I picked it up for a song. We get the factory, the management, and all of the trained workers. And best of all, it's right across the street from your shop."

Tiny and Phil were laughing uncontrollably until Tiny finally was able to talk. "Steve told me to find out whether we could buy that same factory yesterday. I had anticipated he might want to do something with it, so I've done some research on it already. You two are amazing, now you're both coming up with the same project at the same time."

The photographer came over to Sue and said, "There are over three hundred people that work there. My aunt is one of them. She's been so worried that she is going to lose her job. I hope you can keep everyone on the job."

Sue smiled at the girl, "Those folks are going to be so busy their heads will spin. Wait till those folks have Steve give them his 'Do it Perfect' speech. He'll be fighting off women trying to take him away from me all the time."

The photographer said, "I saw the signs at his shop. That place is incredible. I've never seen a manufacturing facility look like that. Even where they tear down old, rusty, nasty looking machines to rebuild, is clean and shiny. That has to inspire your people to do their best."

Sue stood and took the photographer by the hand and led her over to the bar. They talked for a little while and I could see the girl's face light up. Sue fixed the girl something, poured more Diet Coke in her glass and came back, seating the girl in a lawn chair next to her.

"Steve, this is Samantha. She is going to join us in the morning to start out her day with us. That will be nice, won't it?"

I said, "Glad to have you Samantha. Are you going to have any problem with your reporter friend if you stay?"

"Not at all. He's so involved in doing a series on you guys, he'll never even notice. I'll give him the photo cards so he can give them to the editor with the story, and I'm through for the day. This is an extra day for me anyway."

To confirm that, the reporter walked over and thanked me for letting him get so much information to do a good story on our success. He said he hoped it got me some more business. He said he had taken pictures of the big trucks we used for a race day sales truck, and just those should sell some newspapers.

I had forgotten that the NASCAR truck series unit would be back already, plus the new Busch series truck would still be on site.

The reporter thanked everyone again, shook hands with everyone he could reach and left, leaving Samantha behind after taking her photo card with him.

Sue and I talked about the new factory for quite awhile. Since neither one of us knew anything about manufacturing clothing, Tiny suggested he find us a retired guy that could teach us and guide us in what we wanted to do. We agreed and said we should put down on paper exactly what we were going to do and how we were going to it, then find out how to accomplish our goals.

Phil and Judy said goodbye to everyone. They had spent the entire weekend with Tiny and Ruth and were ready to go home and relax alone. Tiny and Ruth said the same thing and went back to their place. Sandy and Mandy, who now had Bob and Drew with them, had disappeared. Abe and Alice went home, leaving Martin and Glenda on a glider by themselves. Tom and Al went home to enjoy their wives, Betty and Joan. Hanna and Jim also left. Shawna didn't want to leave, but Charlie wheeled himself back across the street, saying he wanted to crash on the couch for a while.

Glenda and Martin were both yawning. They got up, gave Sue a hug, saying how glad they were she was back, and walked across the lawn to their house.

Debbie made a list of stuff that she needed to do at work first thing in the morning before taking Hank home to relax for the rest of the evening.

Shawna had pulled up a lawn chair so now there were just four of us left. Shawna said that she sure hoped there wasn't going to be any more crazies out tonight. She apologized to me for not being more help the night before. I tried to tell her that, as usual, everything happened too fast to make any plans. I was glad she was around watching my back though.

Samantha asked, "Were you two involved in that crazy dope ring bust last night? That was amazing that a sheriff's deputy was involved in it. I heard they are investigating him for a couple of drug gang hits over the last couple of months. The two young deputies are being put up for a commendation for their quick thinking."

Shawna burst out laughing. She said, "So you got the Captain to give all the credit to those two? Jesus, they were petrified. I'm surprised they didn't pee in their pants. They had to be helped to come over here to calm down. You are really bad, Steve."

Sue said, "No, he's really good, Shawna, now all of the focus goes away from him and to those nice young deputies. Hopefully the whole incident will help them in the future."

"So, there's a lot that no one knows about what went on out here, huh?" Samantha asked.

I answered her, "Not that much Samantha, what really happens sometimes is not for public knowledge. It's best they never know. Last night was messy, stupid, and gruesome. Thankfully, I don't think anyone died."

Samantha said she needed to get home to bed. She needed her rest. Sue told her to come by early, before she went to work, for coffee and some kind of breakfast.

When Samantha left, Shawna asked, "You gonna adopt another little girl, or just being friendly?"

"She's cute, I wouldn't mind if she wanted to stay over every once in a while. She might be a nice playmate for all of us," Sue answered.

Shawna giggled, "Jeez, Sue, you are one horny critter. How many did you attack up in New York?"

Sue grinned, "I had a room full of willing victims. They all gave as good as they got. Joan and Betty are really into each other and apparently perform for their guys often. We'll have to invite them to our tub meetings."

Shawna was shaking her head but said, "It's probably better you didn't mess around with any strangers up there. You never know what you might catch. Besides, you need to be good, now that you're expecting."

Sue said, "I may be expecting but that thing between my legs hasn't died. I'm hornier than ever lately. Want to come eat my pussy while Steve gives my insides what it needs?"

Shawna answered, "I'll pass tonight. I think stump might be horny tonight too. Go to bed, enjoy being home."

Shawna left, leaving Sue and me alone. We shut down everything and locked up. We both showered quickly and lay together in bed, kissing and hugging.

"I'm so glad to be home," Sue said laying in my arms. "I've really missed you. Lady loving only goes so far. I need my man to put the fire out."

As I was kissing her and fondling her breasts, readying to go farther south to kiss and lick her juicy pussy, Sue said, "Don't need any pussy kisses, I need you inside me, filling me up with you and more of your juices. Please just make love to me."

We joined and thrust for only a couple of minutes till we both blasted off, ending up gasping for breath while holding each other. I didn't even shrink inside of her now goopy pussy.

I slid slowly in and out of Sue, while kissing her, and sucking on her fat nipples. With each suck and nibble, her pussy would squeeze me tighter.

"Oh, you feel so good inside me, honey. I missed us being together so much. We are so much meant for each other." Our loving settled down to a steady rhythm and became more demanding by the minute, until we were straining toward each other. Sue was coming continuously until I unleashed another juicy contribution to her overflowing pussy. This time I shrank and shriveled from her drooling pussy.

We hugged and kissed, enjoying being able to hug each other. I enjoyed having my big-breasted wife squashing her boobs against my chest. Our kisses continued until we both drifted off to sleep.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 71



Day Seventy-one - Monday

This was nice. I woke with my head cushioned against Sue's two wonderful, pillowy breasts. It seems I always end up with my face near them as if I were nursing. Guys must always want to go back to the nipple.

The little movement of me waking up must have been enough to wake Sue too, as she lifted me to her lips. We kissed, welcoming the new day. I'm not sure how it happened, but as we were kissing, our bodies joined and I was deep inside my loving wife once again. Our motion was slow, steady, and very intensely full of love and sharing. In a few short minutes, we were sharing a mutual orgasm that left us gasping and hugging.

Our only words so far had been some nice 'I love yous' while we were kissing and hugging after our release. We slid from bed with Sue heading for the bathroom and me going to the kitchen to make coffee. When I came back to the bathroom, Sue was in the shower, so I peed and joined her. We lovingly washed each other, enjoying the touching and mutual caresses, until we were joined once again. Sue was standing with her back to me, legs open, and hands on the wall, holding herself up. This time we were slamming into each other, quickly gaining a rapid release of our mutual passions.

Sue turned in my arms after we had pulled apart our connection saying, "We are really two horny people aren't we? Before you came here, neither one of us was sexual. There has to be something that made us this way when you got here. Ruth was my only outlet before you, and we only fooled around once a week or so. She offered Tiny all the time, but I just wasn't into guys. Then I saw you and my pussy started throbbing. You were something magical to me. I don't know why, but you were and still are. Since we met, I'm horny all the time, and I swear I could take on a small army sometimes, and you can go forever and ever and just keep coming. We are so meant for each other, it's wonderful."

We dressed in non-work clothes even though it was Monday. I think we wanted to just spend the day with each other and let the world just take care of itself. I was in shorts and a T-shirt, while Sue was wearing one of her sexy, sheer, robes.

When we went out onto the patio, Glenda was already there, with the light on, which meant other folks began arriving quickly. It was nice having all of our regulars here. Debbie and Deanne came over together without Hank, both wearing T-shirts. This time, Deanne had a T-shirt on that actually was long enough to cover her pubes.

Before Deanne sat down she gave Sue a big hug and whispered something into her ear. Sue smiled and said, "You'll get another chance, I promise."

Joan and Betty showed up in gowns similar to Sue's, next came Ruth with Tiny. Ruth was wearing a pink gown that was even more sheer than Sue's. Sandy and Mandy showed up with Bob and Drew. The two guys couldn't keep their eyes from gawking at all the near bare flesh. Sandy said, "Looks like breakfast is going to be pussy. Where do I get my serving."

That cracked everyone up, including Charlie, who was being pushed onto the patio by Shawna, already in her work clothes.

Phil and Judy showed up with a big box full of breakfast sandwiches, which were instantly a big hit. While people were grabbing sandwiches, Samantha showed up, coming into the screened area tentatively. Sue saw her and waved her over. I got her a cup of coffee, while refilling my own, only to return to find Samantha had taken over my chair next to Sue.

I had a biscuit sandwich with bacon, egg, and cheese and chatted with Tom and Al. They said they were working on a smaller body that would fit on a regular pickup chassis. They figured that we needed three or four more bodies in order to keep the shop going full time on just bodies. They figured that the big truck orders would eventually taper off, as we should reach some kind of market saturation pretty soon. Phil told the two guys that he would welcome more products to market to a growing client base. He said he had several retailers of truck caps and bodies who had inquired whether we had more products.

Soon, people began leaving to get ready for work. Charlie and Shawna said they were going in to get ready to go to the shop, as they wanted to put the finishing touches on the bike today.

I told Tiny and Phil I wouldn't be in today and would probably be away from the phone most of the day. Sue reminded me that we had a new factory to look at and we needed to begin talking to the management there.

"Forget it then. I'll be around, probably across the street. Tiny, I might want you to get the accountants to audit the place if I feel we need to, but first we'll just introduce ourselves and get a feel for the operation."

I looked at Sue, "Well, honey, let's get an early start on this and go meet these guys. When do you close on the property?"

"Ben closed on it last Friday. We own it as of right now, so let's go see what we bought."

Since I didn't have a vehicle, we took Sue's convertible to the factory across from the shop. It took us a while to get someone to believe that we were the new owners and that we wished to meet the managers.

A harried looking guy came out to the lobby to meet us and led us to a conference room. He asked what he could do for us, and I repeated that we wanted to meet all of the existing management staff. He hemmed and hawed a minute, before finally saying, "It's kind of early, I'm the only one here so far."

I looked at my watch to check the time. It was already almost nine o'clock so I asked him if he could call the other management staff in so we could meet them.

Again he looked pretty worried until he finally blurted out. "I'm only the superintendent, like a foreman. I do what I'm told. I watch over the workers and relay orders that I'm given. I check any new orders that come in and order the specified materials. I see to it that the cutters and seamstresses have their materials and orders. I make sure finished goods are shipped. I don't know how to get in touch with the others. They call in a couple of times a day and often come in during the afternoon when they finish their golf game. Please don't fire me, I need this job. It doesn't pay that well, but it's hard to find work. Everyone here needs their job."

"Do you have their home addresses?" I asked.

"Yes, the addresses are on the payroll records."

"Again, my name is Steve Sharp, this is Sue, my wife and the head of the garment company. What is your name?"

"I'm sorry, my name is Mike Williams, glad to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Sharp."

"Glad to meet you, Mike, let's go get those addresses, I need to send each of them a courier message. Don't worry about your job, it seems you're pretty important around here."

While we were walking to the administration offices, we passed some very nice offices that were dark inside. These must have been for the management staff.

"Mike, how many men in management are not here?"

"All of them, all five, sir."

"No need to call me, sir. Wait a second and let me make a call."

I called Ruth and asked her to call a courier company and have them send five couriers to deliver messages. I told her I would be over in a few minutes so we could get them typed up to send.

Mike introduced me to the bookkeeper and had her write the names and addresses down for me. Before Sue and I walked out of her office, I asked the bookkeeper when their last audit was. She turned a little pink and said, they had never been audited, and she didn't think the managers wanted that kind of interest in the books.

"Just to make sure you understand, do you have a problem if an outside accounting firm were to audit you and your books?"

"None at all, Mr. Sharp. I would welcome someone who could help me balance a few things."

"That's good to hear. I'll take care of it. A giant guy will be over in a few minutes to help you. His name is Tiny. He will arrange for the audit."

Sue, being her usual very nice self went over and gave the bookkeeper a hug and said, "You'll like working with Steve."

I asked both Mike and the bookkeeper to continue with their day as if we had never been there. We would return soon.

We took the car across the street and parked it in front of our shop, and went in to go see Ruth. I dictated a quick letter and had her address it to each one of the managers.

It read, "You are notified by the new owners of the factory that your presence is requested at the offices of S&S Enterprises across the street from the factory at three PM today. Please do not go to the factory until you have attended this meeting and met the new owners. Should you not receive this message or attend the three o'clock meeting there could be serious consequences. Sue and Steve Sharp, owners."

Sue and I signed five copies and Ruth addressed them and took the letters downstairs to the couriers. They were to deliver them at the home addresses or if possible to wherever the addressee was. They would be paid extra for handing the letters to the addressee.

I told Tiny that he needed to visit with the bookkeeper for a few minutes before ordering an audit from her desk so she would know we were serious. I told him that Ruth was going to call a locksmith to have all of the locks for the building changed, and to order a security company to have a man at the door to keep the management staff out.

Sue made the comment, "No wonder they were losing money. There wasn't anyone managing the place."

Sue and I leisurely walked across the street and hunted up Mike. I asked him to lock the front door and have someone at the door until the security guard got there. When that was done, I asked Mike to show us around. We walked through the three floors of workers. I tried to smile and greet each one as we passed hoping they would get a good feeling about the new owners. Sue stopped and talked with quite a few of the different seamstresses. I found out something new, Sue spoke Spanish fluently.

Betty, the bookkeeper, came to find us while we were on the third floor. She said one of the managers was on the phone demanding to talk to me. She directed me to a phone and I was able to connect to the call there.

"This is Steve Sharp."

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do. When I want to come into work, I'll come into to work. Get the fuck out of my plant right now or I'll have arrested. Do I make myself clear?"

"You have made yourself perfectly clear. I wish to repeat what the note I sent said. Please attend the meeting at three so I may meet you and decide whether you still have a job."

"Job my ass, that's my plant and I'll do with it as I see fit. Now get the fuck out of my plant."

"Is that your final comment, sir?" I asked.

"You're God damned right that's my final comment. I'm going to be there in twenty minutes, and if you're still there I not only will have you arrested, but I'll kick your ass."

"I'll see you then in twenty minutes."

Sue could tell my blood pressure was up. She knew me well enough to know that I don't ever really get mad. I told her, "I need to go next door to get something in case the security guard doesn't get here in time."

I left Sue with Mike and Betty and went across the street to my office. I pulled a Glock from my desk drawer, checked the magazine, put a round in the chamber, and stuck it in my pants.

Shawna had been talking to Debbie when I came in and asked, "You need help?"

"I should be fine. Just a precaution."

Shawna said, "Let me get you something," and she left quickly.

Shawna came back with a starched cotton jacket like doctor's wear. She handed it to me saying, "Put this on. It'll cover the piece and make you look really professional."

"Where'd you get this?"

"The uniform company gave me a bunch of samples for us to try. This is one of them. I don't think white is a good color for my grease monkeys."

I told the two girls, "Thanks, I'll be back later. Call the Sheriff's office and see if you can get that Captain that always shows up at the house. See if he can come by. It might be nice for him to be around to help out the security guy."

I walked back across the street. Sue thought I looked wild in my white sport coat. She wasn't dumb, she put her hand on my back in a loving manner, but felt around until she felt the handle of the Glock. She looked at me with a sideways grin and showed me inside her purse. The three eighty I had bought her was where it was needed. She said she always had it with her.

We were at the door when a uniformed and armed security guy got there. A guy in a truck that said locksmith on the side followed him. I explained what I wanted to both guys and let the locksmith get started on the rear doors.

I sent Mike back to work, telling him that he should probably be somewhere else for a while.

A big black Lincoln pulled in followed by Porche and a Cadillac convertible. Two guys got out of the Lincoln and two guys got out of the Cadillac. The five got to the door at the same time. The security guard opened the door and stood outside telling the men that they were not allowed in unless they were applying for work.

This pissed them off big time and sent a forties guy with a crew cut into spasms. I recognized the guy's voice as that of the earlier caller. Telling Sue to stay inside, I stepped out along side the security guard.

"It's nice that you gentlemen could come early for our meeting. If you wish, we can go across the street to meet now, or you can leave now and come back at three as planned."

The guy started for me but the security guard put a hand out and his other hand on his gun butt. That got the guy's attention. The other four started to have worried looks on their faces.

"What will it be gentlemen, do we meet now or later, your call."

One of the other guys said, "I don't know about you guys, but I want to meet right now. This is too important to just blow off. Settle down Doug, this guy must really be the new owner. If so, you could have an employment problem."

The other three guys were nodding in agreement, and finally the explosive one said, "Okay, fine. Let's get this meeting done so I can get out of here. I have some important matters to attend to."

I motioned for Sue and told her to tell Tiny to shut down the bank accounts. To make sure Betty gave him all of the accounts. If he needed proof of ownership, tell him to have Ben go to the bank with proof. But to do it right now before she came across the street to the meeting.

I took the five men upstairs to the conference room. As I was going upstairs, Phil stuck his head out of his office and I waved at him to join us. A witness is always good.

When they were all seated, I explained that I was a believer in hands on management of an operating company. A company is only as good as the interest of the management.

"How long have you been in business?" the smart mouth asked.

"Only a couple of months," I replied.

"What the fuck do you know about running a business?" he asked.

Phil stood and said, "He knows enough to do over two hundred million dollars in business and become one of the most trusted vendors of NASCAR and the largest Onan dealer in the world."

I stopped him before he ranted on about my luck. "It doesn't make any difference about me. Your factory was purchased to produce a line of garments for a company owned and operated by Sue Sharp. I am her husband and helper for this project. I do better at handling management types such as you, so it's my responsibility to select operating personnel for the company."

"So far, I'm not impressed by the management of the factory. This is Monday morning, the beginning of a new week and none of you were here. From your dress, I assume you were on the golf course. If you were making a deal with someone, I could accept that but I don't think you were and I don't think it would take all five of you to do it."

"This is what I want to happen. Each of you will write a resume for me. In addition, I want each of you to write me a story of what your function is and what you do to earn your salaries. Please be as detailed as possible. I want your resume and your job description on my desk downstairs tomorrow morning."

Phil answered the phone in the conference room when it rang. He listened for a minute then handed me the phone. "This is Steve."

It was Tiny. "Steve those guys all have fancy lease cars. I think you had best confiscate them as soon as possible as there are all kinds of strange things going on. There is some major embezzlement happening here."

I answered cautiously, "There are only three of them here so if you could, figure out which ones are the other two and go get them anyway you need to. I'll be tied up here for a little while longer."

I hung up the phone to find the five huddled together talking about something. I waited till they noticed I was off the phone and waiting for them to finish.

"Okay gentlemen, I want to go around the room and learn a little about each of you. Let's start with you, Doug."

He got red in the face again then gave a sigh, "I am Douglas Hartfield. I am the plant manager and president for the Needles clothing manufacturing plant. I oversee all of the operations and make any major decisions as they occur."

He nodded to the next guy who introduced himself and said just about the same thing, except that he was in charge of production.

Another was the vice-president and repeated what Douglas said, but added that he was in charge of procuring business from clothing companies.

The fourth was the buyer for materials.

The last guy had a bit of a superior attitude introducing himself as James Nickels, CPA, and chief financial officer of the company.

The phone rang again, this time I picked it up. It was Tiny, he said the deed was done and that he had ordered five taxis so the guys could get home. He said the taxis were in front of the shop. I thanked him and said we would see him in a little while.

When I hung up the phone, I addressed the group. "At this time, I'm not sure whether I will retain any of you as employees of the company. I want you all to prepare your resumes and job descriptions for me with a note why I should retain your services. Let's go downstairs."

I left the room and walked downstairs to the showroom and waited for them just outside the door. I noticed a sheriff's car setting across the street with a uniformed guy talking to Sue at the front door of the factory.

When they were all outside, I addressed them as a group. "These taxis are here to take you home. Your company cars have been taken back by the company until further notice. Please prepare the information that I have requested and bring it in the morning."

They all looked shocked at the announcement. Doug got red in the face and started for me. I put my hand under my coat on the handle of the Glock, but James, the CPA/CFO stopped him and told him to go home, as they needed to get some other matters taken care of.

The other management types didn't show up so I over-tipped the two taxi drivers without a fare and thanked them for having come. Those guys don't need to be making wild goose chases that don't make them a dime.

After watching them leave, I walked across the street to shake hands with the Captain. As I walked up, he said, "So, you didn't need me this time. I'm glad. Every time you call it takes me hours to fill out all the paperwork. Sue tells me you bought this place, what the hell are going to do with it?"

Sue explained the whole thing to him and he was amazed that not only did I have a business, but Sue had one too. Tiny came out with keys to meet three guys from the rebuild shop. Tiny had them take the cars and put them in the new building. He told them to put the other two cars in there when they arrived as well. Tiny said he had this side of the street under control. He could use Sue, but I could go back to the shop if I wanted.

I took the Captain over to the shop and gave him the grand tour, showing him each of the shops, the new administrative additions, and next door to the new building. Jed and Abe were busily directing new folks as to how we operated and what we wanted to accomplish while rebuilding the big lifts.

The Captain was fascinated by the three big tractor-trailers in the lot and had a great time looking them over and laughing at the cartoons. "I can't believe you've done all this in just a couple of months. You sure have been busy."

"It's fun though, too. I have some of the best men and women you could ever meet. They do their absolute best every day to show everyone we perform."

"You sure do. I need to run, as I should be getting ready for a shift meeting. I'll stop by out at your place one of these evenings like you asked. It looks like you folks out there have a good time."

He left and I went across the street to find Sue on the second floor talking to all of the workers on that floor. She had them all gathered in one area telling them about the ownership change and what she wanted to do in the future. She repeated everything she said in Spanish so all of the people could understand.

When she finished on the second floor, we went up to the third floor. She went through the entire process again saying everything in English and in Spanish. I liked the way she repeated that we wanted quality first. Rushing to finish more pieces did not help. Quality was the way to make us, the new owners, happy.

When she finished she said she had found that they had a mountain of garments that had problems. She was going to shift everyone to repairing the garments to either be correct or to at least be sold as seconds. She said that was important to fulfill the contracts they already had.

Tiny had Mike in the conference room asking him questions and taking notes. Mike looked comfortable and not as harried as he had looked earlier. Betty was smiling while doing her work. She had a stack of files and papers that she said Tiny had asked her for. She thanked us for taking action so fast.

While we were there she got a call and put it on hold with a smile. "I have to get Tiny, this call's for him."

In a couple of minutes Betty and Tiny came into her office and said, "They did exactly what I thought they would try. The CFO tried to withdraw all the funds from the accounts along with the funds from the 401K account. I told the bank that if this happened they were to call the cops and have him arrested for embezzlement. He's under arrest right now under federal custody for trying to take funds destined for the IRS and the 401K account. They got Doug too, as he was with James. Doug raised all kinds of hell with the bank for not immediately releasing funds. He has a resisting arrest charge in addition to the embezzlement charge."

Guess that settles whether I keep the past president and the CFO. Too bad the other guys didn't show their colors too.

I told Tiny that I wanted the security people to have two people at this building and two people across the street for a week, perhaps longer, until we know if the other guys are going to either try to come back to work or to go quietly.

Tiny agreed and made a note on his pad and said, "Okay, boss. Now get out of here. Mike and I need to dig up an assistant for him out of his employees and set him up so he feels a little less stressed. Come back tomorrow and you can start giving the place your 'perfect' concept. Sue, Mike said he would have everyone switch to repair and clean up all of the rejects. He thought we could save most of them. Now get, I'll see you guys this evening."

Sue and I walked over to her car and drove to the car dealer to find out if the insurance adjuster had been there yet. The truck had been totaled, so I needed a replacement. I told the dealer what I wanted and to call Tiny to settle anything that needed settling. He said I couldn't leave without something to drive and handed me his keys. "Here, please take my car. Drive it until we can deliver your new truck."

He took me outside to a fire engine red Thunderbird. When he lowered the top, Sue said to me, "Take my keys, I'll drive this one home."

The dealer, who was still fixated on Sue's chest, just smiled and watched as Sue slid into the seat of the bird and drove away. As she left, he snapped out of it. "Man, you have a good looking wife."

I laughed, slapped him on the back saying thanks before I drove Sue's Mustang home.

When I got home, Sue was not there yet so she must have taken the long way to enjoy driving the sporty T-bird. Just what someone like Sue needs, a red sports car. I put some soup on to warm and made us each a roast beef sandwich. Sue pulled up just as the soup was nearing a boil.

We ate, talked about what needed to be done to raise the quality at the new factory but first we decided we needed some exercise. We went to the gym for a little over an hour and came back to the park, donned our swimsuits, and headed to the pool for some sun. We only stayed a half-hour to forty-five minutes before jumping in the pool and swimming some laps.

Back home, we showered before Sue messed around with the girls in her office. While she was busy with her catalog company I thought I might make a couple of calls that were way overdue.

I called my sister. When I told her who was calling she was excited to hear from me and asked whether I was in Central America or back in the states. It took over a half-hour to get to the point of telling her that I was married.

"Do you really have a business in Florida Steve?" She asked. "I can't believe you are finally settled down and actually got married. I want to meet your wife. Do you think you two will be coming up to visit soon? How about around July fourth, you could come for the holiday and spend a couple of days with your brother and me."

We talked for a while before I said I need to call our brother too so I gave her our telephone number but promised to call her back soon. My brother was even more disbelieving than my sister. We talked for at least forty-five minutes but it was good to hear from each other. I gave him our number as well and said I would call him soon.

When Sue came out of her office, I told her that I had finally made the calls to my brother and sister. She was happy that I had. I told her we had made some tentative plans of visiting during the July fourth holiday period.

Around three thirty, we went to a meat market and bought a bunch of steaks. We stopped at Publix for some potatoes to bake, more romaine lettuce, tomatoes, some onions, garlic, mushrooms, a half gallon of sour cream, butter, a few type of vegetables, and a dozen bottles of wine.

We put the potatoes in the oven right away to start them cooking, while we prepped the rest of the meal. I made up Italian, Caesar, and ranch dressings, pulled apart all the salad, putting it in some huge containers, and prepared the garlic, a little onion, and the mushrooms. I fried a pound of bacon to be crispy, laying them out on paper towels to dry, and when they were dried, I crumbled and mixed it all up and put it in bowls for the baked potatoes and salads. Sue steamed the vegetables, mixing butter and lemon juice on them, along with some seasoning. We had everything ready, with some of the food stored in the fridge and the steaks marinating, ready to be cooked.

Folks began arriving for the usual evening relax time. Tonight we seemed to only have the regular group along with Mike, Betty, and their spouses, who Tiny and Sue had made sure, came out to become a part of our corporate family. Both of them enjoyed having a few drinks with us in anticipation of a good supper. They couldn't get over that almost everyone there worked for S&S and BigGirlsClothes.com. Samantha showed up to be warmly greeted by both Sue and Shawna, blending into the girls conversations.

Phil had some new videos he wanted to show off. He had used the video company that had made the truck commercial videos and created a video to show the rebuild area of the plant. The video was well narrated and showed various generators from junk, outside in our lot, complete with flat tires to the completed, painted, generators with new tires. Next he showed a new one that was in the factory cream color and one of our rebuilds that was painted international orange. It made you want a rebuild over a new one.

He had a video for the new big lift shop showing an older large forklift, being transformed from its decrepit shape into its rebuilt state, showing the new huge shop with two huge lifts in there being torn down. The video editor had included in all the videos all of our 'perfect' signs and a few focused on the S&S logos painted on our sparkling floors.

Phil had another video for the bodies and a promotional one for S&S that showed all the shops, the showroom, both of the buildings, shots of folks working, as well as shots with the place clean and polished. The video had just been completed, as Phil showed all three race day trucks closed and open with the merchandise displayed. He included our coveralls, T-shirts, and caps in this one.

All of the videos were great. Perfect to send out to customers on CDs and video cassettes. I think Mike, Betty, and their spouses were the most impressed. The rest of us were becoming jaded, expecting our efforts to come out like that.

I began cooking the steaks with a list of how many well done, medium, and rare were needed. Folks began with their salads, and built their plates with the baked potatoes and veggies. When I began doling out the steaks, Glenda and Sue brought out bowls of steaming sautéed mushrooms.

The meal was great. Who doesn't like a good tender steak with all the good fixings to go with it? When everyone was full of steak and wine, Glenda had coffee ready for those who wanted some.

Now is when the fans come in handy. We set the big fans up to blow across all the people so when folks light up after a big meal or when we're all drinking, the fans blow the smoke right out of the patio. The overhead fans keep the air stirred so the Florida heat doesn't get you, and the side fans keep the place smoke free.

Shawna said she had made about thirty signs to put up around the new plant and would go over and paint more throughout the week. Hank said he would like to go over and meet the workers, and put come cartoons around the walls in the work areas to lighten up the attitudes. He said if he showed a big foot kicking out a bunch of guys, and showing a caricature of Sue with a halo and wings, complete with a wand, he thought the folks would have an idea of how good they would have it.

Tiny kept telling Mike that I would teach all of the workers how to be the best they could be. To just wait, as he would be surprised at the quality they would produce.

Around eight-thirty, some of the folks began leaving for their own places. Mike, Betty, and their spouses left, along with Phil and Judy. Sue and I were sitting together on a glider, next to Martin and Glenda on the other one. Sue asked if we could go for a ride. Jim and Hank said that they thought she would never ask.

We put on riding clothes and took off, going across the causeway all the way to Clearwater Beach before stopping for a quick drink at a gulf side bar named Frenchy's. We rode back to the Crab Shack, had a beer there and went to the Vanishing point where Sue shared her secret with Double D, Denise. Everyone wanted to know what Denise was squealing about, but Sue told her to wait a while before spilling the beans.

We rode home at a leisurely pace and put our rides away for the night. Sue wanted to go for a walk, but the others didn't want to go back out, so we said goodnight to them.

Sue and I put on shorts, T-shirts, and flip-flops and hung big towels around our necks for our walk, knowing we would end up at the tub. We walked around for about thirty minutes and ended up at the pool and sneakily swam nude for about ten minutes, before getting into the tub. We only relaxed in the bubbles for a couple of minutes before we were really involved in a heavy duty, glad to be home together, fuck. I think I squirted at least a quart up Sue when we had finished thumping through my two orgasms and her five or six.

It was nice to slowly make our way home and go to bed to make love again but this time we did it slowly, lovingly with lots of kisses, touches, tonguing and love bites. It must have been good for Sue as she squirted hard a couple of times while I was tormenting all her good parts.

That's the way to go to sleep.

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Chapter 72

Day Seventy-two - Tuesday

The sensation of a pussy rhythmically squeezing your morning wood while slowly sliding back and forth on it, is a wonderful way to welcome a new day.

I was spooned against Sue, deeply lodged within her while attempting to cup one of her monster mams. We were both contributing to the slow in and out of our coupling, until Sue let out a loud groan and I felt our crotches get soaked from her juices. This led to more rapid in and outs, until I unloaded into her while squeezing her breast and nipple, which caused her to come some more.

Whoa! This is the way to wake up.

Sue pulled from me and turned over to smother my face with kisses. We kissed and hugged until we both had to get up out of our totally soaked bed to pee.

While Sue used the toilet, I started two pots of coffee. When I returned to take a turn splashing in the bowl, Sue was in the shower. I joined her and we enjoyed washing each other, and sharing some more kisses.

We both dressed for work and went out onto the patio to the noise of all the birds in our large open yard. Glenda threw seed out for the birds daily, so we were blessed with their busy chirping and singing. Martin had several birdhouses strategically placed so birds nested around the house as well.

Folks began arriving, energized by a good night's sleep. Phil and Judy brought the usual breakfast sandwiches and donuts. Sue had added something new for the mornings. We now had chilled orange juice and milk to go along with our coffee. I was surprised how many had both juice and milk.

The discussion was that an audit group was going to work through the books quickly today, to see what had been happening with the new company over the last year or so, and how bad the suspected embezzlement was. The previous owners really couldn't and wouldn't do anything about it as they sold the plant and the business with its debts, obligations, contracts, and receivables as a package. There was an accounting firm's statement of audit but it was obvious that it was fake, therefore probably adding another charge of intent to defraud.

Tiny said he had Ben use his pull to put a lien on all five principal officers' homes and bank accounts. He didn't know how long he could keep them tied up, but it might be long enough to come up with some more charges. Ben was using his connections to search through the two main characters' finances to see if there were hidden funds.

I wanted to be at the plant to greet the workers as they came in. Sue wanted to come too, as she said they were really going to be her people. We took both cars as we were going to be busy all day.

The workers were nervous at first, when they came through the employee entrance, with Sue and me waiting for them. We greeted them all and directed them to the big lunchroom after clocking in. There were boxes and boxes of donuts waiting for them. When all the employees were crammed into the room, Sue and I got in front of them to first introduce ourselves, and to explain our new ownership. Sue described the new garments that they would be making, and the quality she wanted to give her customers. Next it was my turn. I told them that all of us were capable of creating quality, the perfect garment. One of the ways to do that was to do it right the first time, by being exact, by double checking what you were going to do, before you did it.

Sue stopped me as she noticed some people straining to understand. Mike explained that several employees did not speak English and that they employed six deaf people for which they had to use hand signing.

Sue spoke in Spanish asking, that those that did not understand English yet to come forward so she could go over what had been already said. Sue then stood up and signed for the deaf to come up close so she could tell them what had been said already as well.

It was really odd to watch my love speaking to her employees in Spanish and signing at the same time. She told me to continue, and to pause after each group of ideas, so she could translate.

I think I got it across to them what our primary goal was. We wanted to clean up the incomplete contracts, before integrating Sue's garments into production. She told them that she would want volunteers to begin working on the delicate garments, so they could set up how the piecework would flow.

I asked that the employees speak among themselves, as I was going to ask for their recommendations for group leaders within the different work areas. The group leader needed to be the best at the job they were doing, and the best teacher as well.

We used up an hour of our workers clock time, but it was worth it. They all seemed anxious to do a good job.

When we went to the offices, Tiny and Betty were carrying records to the conference room where the auditors were going over everything from the past year.

Tiny and I decided we needed to go through the individual offices and put personal items in boxes to return to the now ex-employees as none of the three other guys showed up this morning with their résumés. There were safes in the President's and CFO's offices. Betty didn't have the combinations or who had sold the safes. Tiny called the locksmith to have him come out to open them.

I left Tiny to his treasure hunt, going to find Sue and tell her I wanted to check on progress across the street. I found her working with a couple of ladies, showing them her patterns. Sue wanted to use some leftover material in order to develop the piece work process, so they were busily cutting out patterns and laying them out on huge tables to view the garment spread out.

Back at the shop, my nerves settled down. All those people on the edge of having almost lost their jobs had me a wreck. I hope we can salvage the business. I felt we would, as Sue seemed to have a tremendous amount of knowledge of the type of operation she had bought.

Ruth said her life was a breeze now that she had a good assistant and that we weren't hiring quite so many folks every week. She was making up a deposit from the checks she had received. She said the check deposit and the credit card verification summaries were the most fun as she could see all the cash coming in.

She said the really big funds were direct deposited especially the new federal contracts. She was saying the military paid everything by credit card, but most of the domestic agencies paid either by check or direct deposit after delivery.

Phil had a stack of papers on his desk, discussing with Judy how he should present his proposal for a large sale. It was for all new back up generators to a group of hospitals. The deal would be worth over ten million when you included the labor and materials for installation.

It was fun to walk through the customer service area, as there were now so many people taking orders and answering questions from people who called in. The customer service folks had a big board that showed where the outside sales people and the tech support guys were today so they would recognize where the calls would be coming from. Wherever the outside people went, they stirred up as much business after they left as they had written while at the customers.

Downstairs in the new addition, Jed had a class of men going over a new design in diesel engines that he wanted to incorporate into his rebuild. These men were all highly trained, and were interested in learning more to build a better product.

Out in the body building area, Dan had four sets of plans for smaller bodies he wanted to try out at a couple of dealers. He wanted to initially make them in the painted versions only, to see what the acceptance was. I told him to make a couple of each and let the retailers see what they could do with them. We would place them on consignment at the dealers as a marketing test.

The motor shop was now building all three brands of motors in response to orders. The NASCAR orders were down, but other forms of stock car racing were equally as demanding of premium engines. Our engines had caught on with the 'Outlaw' and 'Sprint' car crowd, along with the short track late model owners, so we had plenty of orders. It would be impossible for us to overbuild a market. We had not even begun to consider building transmissions yet. With all of the different gear ratio configurations it would be difficult to build many in advance.

Shawna and Charlie had put the finishing touches on the bike they had been working on and were now starting on their next ordered project. This one was going to be an all custom bike. They had our guys build the frame and were working with the sheet metal guys for the fenders and tanks. They were even going to fashion their own handlebars. Sandy and Mandy were working on the motor and transmission, making it the same quality as our other engines. They were going to turn out something rivaling the California shops.

While I was talking to Shawna and Charlie they told me that they had heard I was going to have a couple of benefit parties for them. They said I shouldn't do it as they were in good shape since Shawna's insurance had taken care of the big medical bills. Charlie said that Sue had her Uncle Ben get in touch with him so he might be able to recover a little extra from the guy who had hit him. Ben had told him that he would investigate the man's assets and get Charlie and Shawna some of whatever he had.

Debbie had a new guy and two girls working on restocking the trucks. The trucks all had a slightly different inventory for the type of cars or trucks they supported. There were many common items, but there was enough difference that each one needed a checklist. Each truck team had modifications they wanted done to make their life easier while at the tracks, so these three were responsible for getting them completed. Debbie had done well selecting the three crew members. She used them for chasing parts and other shop chores when they were not getting equipment ready for the coming week.

Sue's Uncle Ben called to tell me that the auditors had turned up nearly a million dollars in irregularities that implicated all five of the former managers. He said that since Sue had assumed all of the past debts and income of the former company, we could prosecute the five for embezzlement. I told him I would get back to him.

I went to find Tiny to ask his opinion. As soon as I saw him, I knew he already had been told of the auditors' news. Tiny was behind a stack of papers and file folders with red tabs sticking out. He said that each tab represented a confirmed instance of wrongdoing. There were several pink tabs also, they were suspected instances or instances that could not be prosecuted.

Tiny had an adding machine tape in his hands gesturing for me to read the total. It had three point seven million and some change as a total. Tiny said that was how much the five had stolen from the company. If we could recover seventy-five percent of the money, Sue's new plant would be instantly profitable.

Tiny said Ben and our other lawyer was working on civil suits to try to recover as much as possible. He was also making sure charges were being filed against the other three administrators so they would be arrested as well. Tiny said they might give up what they had stolen in order to have charges dropped. He said that we would be better off taking the money rather than waving at them on the way to an executive prison. My thought was to only let them stay free if the seventy-five percent number were reached. He said he would do as much as he could.

I took Sue to lunch at the Greek restaurant with Phil and Judy as well as Tiny, Mike, Betty, and Ruth. Sue agreed with me on how to go about getting the money back. She said she almost felt bad, as the money was in reality the former owner's. It was their fault though for not paying closer attention to the business.

After lunch, Sue and I took off for the gym and did our workout but did not get any sun. We were back on the job by two-fifteen. Sue said that the entire plant was busting their butts to clean up the rejects. Most were going to be corrected for sale and only a small percentage would be seconds.

The section of seamstresses that Sue had been working with on the new garments was excited that there was no time pressure on them, as quality and perfection was the goal. They had come up with the plan on the piecework and had constructed a few garments that were made up of scrap material. Each piecework segment was cut from a different color or pattern of scrap material so the process could be observed and timed. In this manner they could come up with a near estimate of how long it would take to manufacture a garment. They also were able to use the pieces to establish how to get the most out of a bolt of material when cutting.

Sue was busy teaching her assistants how to order materials and thread. She had to work with the maintenance staff so machine tension would be set for the lighter fabric and thread they were going to use.

The plan was to use half the factory to continue with the contracted products and half on the new product. Sue felt the half still working on the contracted products would actually produce more now that they were not being harassed on time and would not be making uncorrectable errors, ruining material and garments.

Several of Sue's special seamstresses were wearing the finished products in the multi-colored and multi-fabric finished garment. Even though they looked like clowns, they proudly showed the other seamstresses what they were going to be making.

Mike brought me a man named Caleb telling me he was part of the janitorial staff. His job had been to keep the administrators cars clean inside and out everyday. Now that there were no more administrators, Mike didn't know what to do with him. I told Mike I would show him.

I took Caleb across the street where we walked through the showroom and into the shops. Since there were people working in each area, the floor wasn't spotless or as shiny as it will be when we closed, but I showed him how everything was dusted and kept as neat as possible. I told him to come back to this building at five and I would show him how the building looked at the end of the day.

We went back across the street and out into the production area. I showed him accumulations of dust and threads that were everywhere. I asked him to start at one end of the building and work his way through the entire building, floor by floor, cleaning and dusting everything. Any floors that needed painting we should plan on getting them done on weekends, but the goal was to make the place spotless. I also asked him if he could show the other three people on janitorial duty exactly what I wanted.

A little later I spotted him with a homemade cart that contained various sizes of brooms and dusters along with polish and cleaners. He was on the third floor about half way across one of the big production areas on a ladder dusting high places. You could tell where he had been as all the mess under the big tables was now swept up. Where he was yet to go was still really messy. The janitorial person for the floor was working with him.

When he finished, I was going to ask each of the janitorial staff to come in at least an hour later than everyone else so they could clean up the floor completely for the next day. That way, everyone would have a fresh start.

I gave Mike a rundown of what instructions I had given Caleb and he said he should have thought of that, as it was a good idea.

At near five, I got Caleb, the three janitorial people, along with Mike, and walked across the street. I wanted them to see how the people there cleaned up every night. I led them through the motor shop, the sheet metal and welding areas, then into the rebuild shop. Each area was almost completed and the people I brought could see the floor being swept, mopped, and polished where needed. They also could see the giant logos on the floor. We walked back through the showroom where I showed them into the two offices there and how I expected the desks to be left at night.

We went back to the garment plant and I said that tomorrow, we should be able to finish doing the first cleaning and from that point forward every night before they left, the plant should be cleaned and shiny, just like across the street. None of them had a problem coming in later and leaving later. They understood the value of a nice work place.

Sue was busily having everyone put their work areas in order so they could go right back to work the next day. She said it would take a couple of days to teach everyone, but she would get it done. Mike and Betty were continuing to work, so Sue and I told them that they should wrap it up as we were all leaving. I wanted them to only work normal hours so they would be fresh tomorrow. Mike said he had never left early in all the years he had worked there. My response was that he and Betty would enjoy life a lot more if they left on time and were fresh for the next day.

When Sue and I had them ready to go, we walked them over to the shop and showed them around to impress on them how we wanted the plant to look every night. Mike was astounded that the place was so shiny and polished.

Tiny still had two security people on both sides of the street to watch the buildings and grounds. He felt this might be something he would keep as the value of the businesses within was becoming more and more each day.

Sue and I went home with the tops down on both of our cars. That's what I needed, a convertible pickup truck.

Sue went to talk to the girls in her office for a few minutes, while I discussed what had happened today with Debbie, Phil, and Ruth. They were taking more and more of the responsibility from me and making sure each of the designated area leaders was staying on track.

Phil was trying to come up with a plan to begin marketing in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. His plan was to work those states with mailings, calls, and sales reps, later working westward into Ohio and Indiana. He wanted to get heavier into Mississippi, Louisiana, and Alabama, as no one had worked those three states for a long time. He was working toward a presence within the entire eastern half of the US by year's end. His plan included regional managers, as well as technical representatives for each area. He was planning on using geographic areas, as well as population and business density, so field reps would have a reasonable area of responsibility.

By the time supper was ready, Sue and I were bushed. We were ready for a nice relaxing ride. Charlie told me that Hap was feeling neglected, wanting us to ride over that way. Jim wanted to stay in, but Hank and Debbie wanted to come along.

We rode over to see Hap, with Hank and I wearing our support T-shirts. We had a beer and chatted for a while before riding over to St. Pete to the bar in the shopping plaza. We were welcomed there, as usual, had another beer and headed back to the other side of the bay, going home. There was a full moon, so people were driving a little nutty tonight keeping us alert for the crazies. We passed a few accidents but made it home without getting involved in anything. Martin and Glenda were still sitting in the glider watching the big TV when we got home, so we joined them for a few minutes before we all went to bed.

While Sue and I were laying in bed I said, "I think we have been so lucky these last couple of months that it's time we gave something back. We need to pick out something, a charity, a cause, or something like that and give something to them." Sue told me she would be fine with that but for me to look around and find something worth while.

Sue and I were really exhausted. We kissed and hugged but both fell asleep without getting worked up.

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Chapter 73



Day Seven-three - Wednesday

"You can't fall asleep on me and expect to sleep all night."

"Huh?"

"This is the way you're supposed to put me to sleep."

Sue was sliding her pussy up and down on my very firm, very excited ego. She was moving smoothly up and down, taking me completely into her body until the head of my dick touched the end of her channel and pulled away sliding up with her pussy caressing my entire shaft.

"This feels so good and you're going to fill me up with more of the good stuff that you gave me to make our baby. Fuck me husband, fill me, do me."

As I became aware of my surroundings, I raised my head and captured a dangling extended nipple in my mouth and sucked. This caused Sue's pussy to clamp down on me while she slid up and down.

Sue began coming. Grunting, moaning, almost laughing but squeezing me inside her, quivering around me, milking me. When she increased her speed, I rolled us over to be on top and enjoyed speeding up the in and out of our love play. In just over a minute Sue collapsed and I squirted, filling her with my seed.

She hugged me tightly, kissing my face and lips until she relaxed rolling us to our sides. "I needed you. I woke up feeling empty and helped you to fill me up. I feel great now."

Looking at the clock, it was already ten to six, time to rise and shine. We lay kissing and hugging for another five minutes before getting up to begin our day. After making the coffee I joined Sue to discover she was still playful and horny. We took an extended shower leaving another seed deposit inside her.

When we hit the patio, Glenda said we needed to get the silly looking grins off our faces. We laughed and both of us hugged her for noticing our happiness.

By six thirty, the crew was showing up in groups and by seven, all were present and accounted for, including Samantha. I had the thought that this was like a giant family that came for breakfast.

It was; this was my giant family starting the day together. The thought made me feel a little melancholy. I think Sue felt it too as she hugged me close when we passed.

Sue wanted to be at the plant before folks showed up again and left by seven twenty. I took off right after her so I could go over my in-basket and messages real quickly.

By the time Debbie and Deanne showed up, I had response notes on all of the noted orders that were in my in-basket. My two girls had taken care of the day to day messages but couldn't handle a couple of them so I waited until eight-thirty to make the calls. None were a big deal, just answers on estimated deliveries of big trucks. Even though we told folks it was a six-week turn around, they were looking for their trucks within two weeks. We were about three weeks early, but that still wasn't early enough for anxious customers.

In the new building across the lot, Jed had eight men working on big lifts. He estimated that each lift would take two men almost a week to complete. No wonder the amount he was quoting was so high. The labor was going to be exorbitant.

The fiberglass shop was being put together. Molds were being built for the various parts for the three vehicles we were going to produce for. There were already several molds that had been built and had materials formed in them for a new part.

Out in the storage area, Abe had about thirty finished generators and several forklifts, along with two new completed trucks and two trucks waiting for bodies. Along the far wall was each type of generator, compressor, forklift, and big lift in rows so they could be lifted out of place and taken to the rebuild shops.

The driver/salesmen for the race-day trucks were with Phil and Debbie in the training room. Phil was going over a couple of new items, and Debbie was taking notes of what the men suggested to make a better presentation. They wanted some kind of unique uniform. Something like slacks with a sport shirt with logos and sponsor names all over them similar to the drivers racing coveralls.

I asked them to make a drawing of what they suggested and I would contact the various sponsors to see if we could get some advertising money for displaying their name along with promoting their company's products. Debbie made sure we had their sizes and began working with them on a new way to handle credit cards that would be faster. They would now be equipped with a satellite connection that would give faster approvals. They could also use the dish on the truck for their in-truck TV if they stayed in the truck.

Ben called and wanted Sue and me to attend a meeting between our two attorneys and the five attorneys for the managers. The attorneys representing the bad guys wanted to negotiate.

Sue and I were to meet them downtown at Ben's office, with a court reporter present, so we would have a record of the content. Ben told me that if we could get downtown early enough, he would treat us to lunch.

We took off, with file folders supplied by Tiny of listings, individual acts of thievery and greed by each of them, with totals close to accurate of the amounts they had taken. Ben took us to a small private lunchroom for building executives where his office was. Nice and plush, but not near as good food as our Greek diner.

When the meeting started, the lead attorney asked that we drop all the charges against the men, as they were now in very dire circumstances without money to take care of their houses.

I noted that they didn't say homes and families.

Ben said that at this time dropping the charges was not a consideration. Our concern was recovering three point seven million dollars. The attorneys all objected loudly. Ben handed each a copy of the information Tiny had supplied me.

The attorneys looked through the files and talked among themselves a few minutes.

The lead guy bluffed, "You can't prove any of this. You can't tie our clients to these papers."

Ben looked at me and gestured for me to answer. "Each of those instances has been documented and is being provided to the district attorney for augmented charges against each of the men you represent. Each instance is factual and has been substantiated with documentation that is bulletproof. Auditors are still searching records to determine where an additional three million went. As yet, they have not found who took it, or how it disappeared. I'm sure we will come up with more documented instances of theft and embezzlement. As you know, conviction of white-collar criminals usually has provision of repayment of the theft, along with substantial fines."

I looked around at the five attorneys and continued, "At this time, I want an absolute minimum of seventy-five percent of the total documented amounts. In other words, I want a little over two and three quarter million dollars, plus my attorney and accounting fees. Let's say today that I will accept three million. As we find more documentation, the figure will rise. If you give me a check for three million right now, I will withdraw charges against your clients."

The lead attorney sputtered and said, "My client can't come up with that amount of money. Not even close."

Ben smiled and looked at another folder. "You client owns a home that is worth close to five million dollars. His U.S. bank accounts have over three-quarters of a million dollars in them. We know of over two million in off-shore accounts that he has, and we have not uncovered everything yet. If the federal and state prosecutors get this information, your client will not have to worry about his money, he will be in jail for the next twenty years."

You could see the bluster go out of all of them. They talked to each other some more before the lead guy said, "We have to talk to our clients and get back to you. I don't know what they will decide."

I wanted a last word. "Tell them that the offer is today. Tomorrow I will recalculate the amount and continue to do so until I have certified funds in my hand. This is Tuesday, on Thursday the prosecuting attorneys will have all of these facts in their hands. I'm told bail has been denied to the entire group as they are considered a flight risk. You shouldn't have trouble finding them to discuss the offer. Get it done or defend them of state and federal charges. When you know what you are going to do, call Ben."

You could read disappointment, anger, and confusion on their faces as they got up and rapidly left.

"Why did you make the deadline so close? Isn't that a little fast and isn't the amount a little high," Ben said?

"Not really Ben, just the one guy could pay us off. He probably has enough off-shore money to pay us. They are going to be paying us with our money. You and the accountants will want to be paid, so let's get some cash flow for Sue to work with."

"Remind me not to try to screw you doing business."

"Won't be necessary, you're too smart to leave a trail as broad as they did."

Ben asked, "Do you think they will come up with the money?"

"Sure, they don't want to spend a day more in jail than they have to. The big cheese will come up with the money then take the others to the cleaners. He's too much of a rat to not make them pay. He has enough salted away to bail out of here and go to the islands to live. He'll pay, probably by tonight."

Ben offered, "If you're right, I'll buy you a drink."

I answered, "If I'm right, we can afford to buy each other a drink."

Sue and I left to go back to our businesses. We went into the factory to see how things were progressing. The first cleaning of the three floors was complete and now they were going to do a more thorough job along with their regular tasks.

Tiny had the security company come in and do a security sweep of the plant, especially the offices. They didn't find any bugs but did find another safe in the floor of the president's office. They were in the process of trying to open it.

The place was beginning to make me ill. I asked Sue if we could just demolish the offices. Take the furniture apart and sell it, strip the offices, and start over. Sue thought that was a great idea. I called the contractor and asked him to stop by.

Thankfully, Mike was still in his small office. I told him he could design his new office. Sue told him she was going to have an office at the plant similar to the one at the house, so her desk was in the same room as the girls. The girls would not be in often but when they did come in, she would need to interact with them.

Sue was excited. A large shipment of material had arrived so they could begin manufacturing some of the new fashions. First the cutters would do their job followed by the seamstresses. She prepared her talk for in the morning.

I walked back across the street to catch up on anything that needed done as the day was coming to a close. Debbie and Deanne had handled everything for me, but Debbie said she had an urgent note from Ben.

When I called his private number the first thing he said was, "I owe you a drink. Come downtown and meet me here at seven. The attorney said he would have our certified funds and meet us at my office."

"That's nuts to meet downtown at that time of night. No one will be around and you can't do anything with the check until morning. Call the man and tell him to meet us at your office at nine tomorrow. That way there are plenty of witnesses and the bank is in your building so we can deposit it in the factory's account."

"He was pretty adamant about meeting tonight so he could get his client out of jail."

"It won't happen, Ben. The only person that can let any of them out is the judge and he goes home at night."

"You're right. I hadn't thought of that. Okay, I'll call him and tell him nine in the morning. Turn your phone back on. You turned it off when you came in today and forgot to turn it back on."

I pulled my shirt out of my pants and put my Glock in the waist of my pants. Something bothered me about having to go downtown at that time of night.

The security guys were ready to go to work. I told them to make sure everyone was accounted for and all the buildings were locked, as I thought there might be factions trying to break in over the next few nights.

Over at the plant, Tiny was counting bundles of hundred dollar bills with Sue looking on, her mouth wide open. The security guy was setting on the floor with a stupid look on his face.

Tiny said, "Here's about half of what you asked for in cash. There is a large bundle of something you don't want to touch that is probably worth a lot of money, too. Want to just keep the cash and dump the bundle or do you want to call the cops."

I took my cell phone out and called Ben back. "Have you called the attorney yet?"

"Tried but he didn't answer, why?"

"Don't then. I'll meet you downtown at your office at seven. Don't go out until then, and don't let anyone in until I get there."

"Why?"

"Just do it my way, please. There's something that may happen that I need you to be in your office for. Remember don't let anyone in. Can you protect yourself?"

"Sure, if I need to. I have a gun in my safe and everything."

"Get it out of there and keep it handy, out of sight, but handy. I'll see you right at six-fifty."

I asked Sue if she still had the Captain's telephone number. She dug out his card and I called him. I told him to come to the plant in an unmarked car with at least two other deputies. When he wanted to know why, I told him it was to make him a Major, just get here.

I called the security company and told them to send two armed security men, in plainclothes, to Ben's building downtown, to have one by the elevators, and one down the hall from Ben's door to observe. They should get there as soon as possible. I would tell them when they could leave.

Sue wanted to know what was going on. I told her it was just a feeling, but I wanted her and Tiny to stay inside and wait for the sheriff's men. To show them the dope but make them sign for the money as we should be able to keep it. They needed to get the dope and all of them to get out of there, as someone was probably going to try to burglarize the place tonight or tomorrow night to open the safe we found.

I noticed the guy who opened the safe had rubber gloves. "Did any of you touch the safe while he was opening it?"

They all shook their heads no. "Don't touch it. The cops will want to get fingerprints off it for evidence. Please do not talk about this to anyone, please. There are thirty bundles of hundreds, and it looks like each bundle is about fifty-thousand."

Tiny shook his head confirming the amount.

I stated, "So, thirty bundles is a million and a half. This is going to be a nice cash flow bonus for the factory."

"I have to leave. Sue, you have your thing in your purse right?"

Sue immediately said, "Yes, but I want to go with you."

"I can't take that chance, babe. You can have a deputy accompany you and Tiny home, but who knows what's going to go on downtown."

Sue kissed me and said quietly to be careful. When she did she felt the Glock and smiled. "See you in a little while."

"I'm going to take the T-bird. No one knows I'm driving that." I left Sue the Mustang keys as I left.

The Captain was just getting there when I was leaving. I told him his answers were inside and that I had to leave right then. He wasn't happy but the two deputies and he went inside to be greeted by Sue, standing and watching me leave.

I went downtown and parked in the parking garage a block from the building. As soon as I had left the shop parking lot, a white Ford with black walls and a spotlight followed me all the way downtown. He didn't follow me into the garage but parked on the street where he thought the only exit was. I left the garage from the other side and walked to the building entrance on the block opposite the main entrance.

I saw the usual building security man at the front counter and the one security man I had hired by the elevator banks. I went into the stairwell and let the door close softly watching to see if either of them heard me.

I took the stairs to the third floor and took the elevator to the floor below Ben's. There I took the stairs to his floor and looked through the glass to see if I could see my hired security man. I couldn't so he was doing what was asked of him. I walked to the end of the hall where the windows were, and used my cell phone to call Ben's private number. When he answered, I said that I would be at his door in two minutes to open with his house number.

"Got it, two minutes, with the house number."

I found the security man and told him to be watchful but not to do anything unless it was obvious we were in danger.

Up at the door I knocked four times paused then knocked twice. The house number is 42 Bayshore Drive. The door opened and I went in, shutting and locking the door behind me. I took Ben over by the receptionist's window and told him that this may be the only safe place to talk. I explained that when we got the money and knew for sure that it was certified funds, we would deposit it in the company's account downstairs in the bank drop box. He wanted to know how we could confirm the check was good.

"We can call a number that will be on the check and give them the check number and they will confirm whether the check is good or not. We'll do that in front of them before we give them a receipt."

"Jesus, how do you know all this stuff?"

"I've been a single guy traveling around too long. I had to have certified funds all the time in places that I worked."

"Do you really think something could go wrong with this?"

"People will do a lot more, for a lot less than three million bucks. You bet I do."

There was a knock on the door. I told Ben that I would stay out of sight until whoever was at the door was inside, but for him to shut and lock the door as soon as whoever was out there was inside. If everything was okay, I would come out, otherwise I would protect him.

I stood behind a large bookcase hidden from the doorway. I could see directly to the door so I would see who was there as soon as the door opened. I pulled the Glock and chambered a round quietly.

Ben opened the door to the attorney who had been the spokesman before. He was accompanied by another guy that didn't look as nervous as the attorney was, but wore an unbuttoned sport coat. I watched both of them closely.

"Is Steve Sharp here yet?" The attorney asked.

"Not yet," Ben answered. "You and I can handle this transaction as I have his power of attorney."

"We'll wait for him."

"Why not give me the check so I can verify funds?"

"How are you going to do that?" The attorney asked.

"I'll call the issuing bank and confirm good or no good, let me see it."

"We'll wait."

Ben became insistent, "No money, no deal."

The guy with the attorney snapped at Ben, "He said we'll wait."

When he spoke his hand went toward his jacket but stopped before it went beneath the lapel. That's all I needed to know.

Ben waved for them to sit in the chairs facing the receptionist desk while he went behind the desk. They turned to watch him putting their backs to me.

In two steps I was behind the guy with the attorney with the Glock against the back of his neck. "Hold very still. Don't move your hands. Be very careful."

He began to turn with some strength, so I pushed him forward onto the receptionist's desk. This kept him facing away from me and prevented his hand from reaching into his jacket. I grabbed the attorney and put him between the guy and me and pointed my gun at him yelling, "Don't do it, don't try it."

As he pushed himself up from the desk, his hand went under his jacket. When his hand began coming from his coat with a handle in it, I shot him in the chest. He spun around, but didn't let go of the gun that was now appearing from his coat. I realized the guy had armor on so I aimed at his head and shot. The round went through his head and embedded itself in the wall behind the desk. Ben was smart, he was on the floor.

The guy was down, probably already dead. The attorney was petrified. I could smell that he had relieved himself in his pants.

I heard someone trying to breakdown the door, so I turned the attorney to the door to shield me, just in time for the security guy to kick in the door. He was in a low stance with his gun out. I told him to drop his piece and to lie on the floor until the cops got there. My thinking was that if he were a bad guy, he would shoot. If he were a good guy, he would recognize me and do as I asked.

He laid his piece on the floor and laid down face first, with his arms out away from the gun. I told Ben to call 911 and tell them to send some help and a coroner.

The attorney was in shock. I laid him down on the floor on his back after quickly frisking him to make sure he didn't have any weapons. It took five minutes, but three real Tampa police officers came in the door with their guns out.

I laid my piece on the floor, held my hands up, and identified those that were in the room. The bad guy died with his gun still in his hand, which helped. The security guy told them what had transpired and that confirmed what I had said. Ben told them the same story.

The attorney said he was there to give me a check for his client and that the man with him was supposed to be his guard because of the amount of money.

I asked him to show me the check. We had Ben call to verify funds. Son of a gun, the check was good. The attorney whipped out a piece of paper that Ben read then told me to sign it. I did and Ben took the check and made out a deposit slip. He asked a police officer to accompany him downstairs so he could deposit the check as it was for a large amount. They left as a detective came in.

When he looked at the dead guy he said, "Jesus, this is Sonny Bonito. We've been looking for this guy for five years. How'd you get the drop on him?"

The attorney was now sitting in a chair with a dark stain on his pants looking pretty worried. "He said his name was Sam Evans. My client sent him along to protect me."

"The only reason this guy goes anywhere out in public is to cap someone. If it wasn't you," the detective turned to me and said, "then it must be you. Who are you?"

"Steve Sharp."

The lawyer looked even more worried, "That's why he wouldn't let me give your attorney the check."

"So you're the infamous Steve Sharp that Gene keeps raving about. You own S&S?"

"That's me."

"You're pretty handy with a gun. You seem to mix it up on a regular basis." The detective turned to the uniformed officers and said, this is the guy that caught the renegade deputy the other night."

The detective used a cell phone to call in for a supervisor and asked them to come without radio so they wouldn't be inundated with news people. He turned to me and said, "It may be too late as the uniform called the morgue on the radio."

"Thanks for thinking of me. If the news folks show up, I'm going to step into the other room as I have no desire to be known for stuff like this."

"I'll try to keep your name out of it because our deceased friend here has a lot of unsavory family. They may not understand. Now you, Mr. Attorney, I want you to tell me more about your client and what this was all about."

"My client agreed to some terms that Steve Sharp demanded and arranged for me to have a cashier's check drawn on his foreign bank account. He said he was sending one of his security people to make sure that I was safe while carrying a negotiable instrument for the large amount of money. Mr. Evans met me at my office before we went to the American Express office to receive the overseas funds and to get the cashier's check."

"So why didn't your client come with you?"

"He's being held on an embezzlement charge."

"Ah ha, the plot thickens," the detective said with a smile in his voice. "So the money was for what reason."

"Mr. Sharp agreed to drop the charges if my client repaid what Mr. Sharp believed to be seventy-five percent of the money that was missing from the company."

The detective looked at me and asked, "You have this guy dead on the charges?"

"Very," was all I needed to say.

"So your client agreed to pay back some money, but sent a shooter along to make sure you were safe. You didn't think something was fishy?"

"My client gave me some simple instructions and I followed them in the manner he stated. Here," he took out a small notebook, "I have my notes right here." He handed the notebook to the detective.

A crime scene group came in the door at that moment with a guy that looked like my newspaper friend in the back. Before he could see me, I tapped the detective on the shoulder and went into Ben's conference room. The detective brought the attorney and Ben in with him, instructing the uniformed officers to keep everyone except his supervisor out of the offices.

The detective told the attorney, "I'm going to send you over to the station so you can make a statement to an on duty court reporter and another detective. I want you to be specific, name names, name amounts, name charges, name dates and times. When you are done, I want you to remain in this city, this county, unless you ask me first. Do you understand?"

The attorney nodded in a very tired manner.

The detective turned to Ben and asked if there was another exit door. Ben said there was a door in his office that was next to the stairway. The detective went out to get one of the uniforms to escort the attorney to the station.

I still had the Captain's card from when Sue gave it to me, so I used my cell phone to call him. I told him that I appreciated that he sent a car to follow me, but that I was being watched over by the city boys at the moment. He asked me if he could now make an arrest on the narcotics charge. I told him to be my guest. I asked him if he knew the detective. He did, so I handed my phone to the detective and told him to discuss the two cases for a few minutes.

While they were on the phone, I called the house and spoke to Sue to tell her everything was okay, and I told her to put Shawna on the phone.

"Get your piece and keep it on you while I'm not there. Anyone strange show up, be very careful as we may be dealing with people that are not very nice."

Shawna cleared her throat and said, "Amazing how we have an unmarked down the street watching us, and Double D and her new boyfriend decided to come by for a visit. I can see he's packing, so I knew there was something up. I'll go do what you said, but I'm probably not needed."

The detective handed me back my phone and the Captain said, "We're watching out for your lady at your house. You should be fine. We'll keep an eye on you for a bit if you don't mind."

"Good job, Captain. Thanks for watching out for us. Call your guy that was following me and either tell him to go home or to come on up to Ben's office and have a cup of coffee."

Ben looked at me when I said that and immediately went to make some coffee. We might as well be comfortable while we waited.

The detective went out and brought in the security guy. I apologized for making him lay down but he said he understood as he could see the situation had gotten out of hand just before he broke in. The detective had a uniformed officer take a statement from the security guy and released him. I thanked him for his efforts and told him to let the guy downstairs go home as well.

"Apparently you felt there was something funny going on or you wouldn't have been carrying a gun and you wouldn't have called to have security here."

"As you now know, once I found the cash and bundle of whatever it is in a hidden safe, I knew that the guy was going to do whatever he could to get his money and drugs back. So far he's proven to be a pretty slick character. He was too insistent about me being here, and also about meeting at seven o'clock in deserted downtown Tampa. I'm slow, but not that slow. I made some backup plans and came to see what was happening."

"You sure stirred up the fire. I know this Bonito guy has family but he has not been in favor lately because he has been doing some strange hits for next to nothing. From what we found on him, he only had five hundred-dollar bills on him. If he were going to do a hit for that little, I'd almost think he was a druggie himself. We'll know when we do an autopsy."

"Perhaps I'll get lucky and his family will let him go without a fight. The sucker had on a vest. I hit him in the chest but all he did was stagger so I had to shoot him where he wasn't covered. The head was the first place I saw."

"Smart thinking. Good that you had the sense to do that. You an ex-cop or something?"

"Marine, ground ops in Desert Storm."

"I should have known, Semper Fi."

"Ooorah."

The coroner came in and said the crime scene was finished and all the evidence had been tagged. He suggested a company that he knew that would clean up the mess a close headshot made. Ben wrote down the name of the company and called his secretary to tell her not to come in to work in the morning.

The detective had a statement written up. He asked me to read it, and if I agreed with it, to sign it. While I was reading the statement, the detective left and came back in. He said there were enough news people out front that I might want to use the back exit to leave. I made him give me a receipt for my Glock, saying I did want it back.

Ben told the detective that an emergency carpenter was on his way to fix the door and when he got there to just leave.

Ben and I went out the rear door, down two stories, took the elevator down to the second floor. We went down the stairs to see a bunch of TV people milling around the lobby. Their attention was focused on a gurney from the coroner's office, so we slipped out the rear door and left through the entrance that I had come in. We walked over to the parking garage together. Ben's car was on the first floor, so I told him he still owed me a drink and said goodnight.

I checked to see if the county unmarked car was still there and it was. I felt a little naked as I didn't have any protection, but I decided that the guy must be real so I put the top up and left. The white unmarked car followed.

I called the Captain to ask him about the car. He confirmed that the guy had been told to escort me home, so for me to be calm and enjoy the ride.

Home never looked so good. Everyone was still there. Even Double D and her boyfriend were enjoying Coke for him and rum and Coke for her. The unmarked watching the house was still there, but Martin had the guy park next to his place so he would not stand out so much. The guy that had followed me home stopped and talked to the other unmarked before leaving.

Sue was very clingy with me, as they had been watching the news reports about something that had happened at Ben's building. I told them all that it would all come out later but right now, I was thirsty and hungry.

I had a beer and said I was going to wash my hands before I ate. In the bedroom, I dug out my other 9-millimeter, loaded it without putting a round in the chamber and stuck it in my waist. Now I felt better whether I needed it or not.

After eating I told everyone to go home and relax. We had a big day with lots of excitement already and I didn't need any more tonight.

Tiny stayed a few minutes to tell me he got a receipt for the cash and the drugs. If there was a reward for turning in about five kilos of heroin he wanted to make sure we got it, considering all the trouble that we had gone through.

While we were talking, the Captain pulled up in his marked car. Once on the porch he said, "You know, if you didn't give me a good bust, I would be pissed that you were using me. We arrested that guy for heroin trafficking and the city has him for hiring a killer. When he heard his man was dead, he became really violent and spilled his guts. You dropped your charges, but we have him on enough that he'll never see outside the bars again. He says they have been bringing in drugs for some South American drug people for the last five years, so he's made a few bucks. We'll confiscate his home and anything else we can find. He implicated his buddies in the drug stuff, so they will be prosecuted for that as well."

"The good news; your Mr. Bonito apparently turned to drugs in the last few years and was willing to do about anything to get more heroin. He was doing various other mob and family members at the request of your ex-president. I don't think the family will let your ex-prez live all that long in prison. We now have solved half a dozen hits during the last couple of years. He's requesting he be protected, but I'm sure someone will slip up and let him out into the general population, if he lasts that long.

"You and your wife should be safe.

"The bad news is that the sheriff says he wants you and your wife watched twenty-four hours a day for a couple of weeks. So if you stay around here, you two need to keep our guys in sight, okay?

"Thanks for calling me in on the drug bust. That will probably solidify a promotion. I won't have to come running all the time when you call. I'll send some poor Sergeant out to take care of your messes.

"Hey, I heard about the coming attraction, Sue, congratulations. Hope it's a girl that looks as good as her momma and not some long hair geeky boy like his old man."

I shook his hand and smiled, "Thanks Cap, the guy outside the parking garage kind of worried me until I called you, but thanks for watching out for us. Good luck on the promotion. Come out off duty and have supper with all of us."

Tiny said, "Glad you have friends in high places. I'm going home to my nice loving Ruth. See you."

Sue and I locked up, left lights on in the patio and at the front door, and went to bed. I was exhausted from all the adrenaline rushes.

We cuddled until we were calm and then gently made love to each other until we were thoroughly exhausted.

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell



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Chapter 74



Day Seventy-four - Thursday

The phone was ringing. Why would the phone be ringing? I raised up and reached for the phone on the headboard shelf.

"This is Steve."

"Mr. Sharp, this is your security company. Both pair of my guards at your locations has called in that there are suspicious vehicles parked in front of your buildings. So far no one has gotten out of the vehicles but I am calling you to let you know we have alerted the sheriff's department."

"I'll be there right away. Thank you for calling me."

Sue woke up, "What is it honey?"

"The security people called that two strange cars are parked in front of our buildings. They called the sheriff's department already but I'm going to go find out what's up."

"I'm going with you. If you need help, I want to be there."

I was going to say no but I would rather have her with me than to worry about her somewhere else. "Okay, but you have to do exactly what I tell you, no matter what."

She nodded while getting out of bed to slide into a pair of Jeans. We both wore jeans, dark T-shirts, and work shoes.

I rummaged in the closet for the AR15 I bought. I was tearing up the closet till I remembered, I had left it in the wrecked truck behind the seat, damn. I took the short barreled shotgun with the pistol grip that was in there and grabbed a box of 12 gauge double 0 buckshot. I put my 9-millimeter in my waist, pocketed three more full magazines and carried the shotgun out to the Mustang.

I walked over to the cop car that was now parked on the lane actually on the yard grass. "There is some kind of problem down at our buildings. We are going down there. Please stay here and watch the house, as I'm apprehensive about someone getting into the house while we are gone. If you want to wait inside, you are welcome to do so." The deputy radioed in to his supervisor and was told to secure our premise so he got out and I brought him inside. Sue was at the door ready to leave when I brought him in. I filled her in on my thinking that it would be good for him to watch the place for us while we went to the shop.

I asked him if he could confirm from his dispatcher whether anyone had been dispatched to the shop. The deputy used his mobile unit to call in. They confirmed that two units were in route, ETA ten minutes.

Sue and I drove the few miles down to the shop, taking about seven to eight minutes to get there. When I hit the outer area of the business park, I cut the lights on the car and pulled to the side where I powered the top down so we would have unobstructed vision.

I rolled down a parallel street to see if I could see any thing. Just as we neared the corner of the back lot of the shop the two sheriff's cars came down our buildings' main road and stopped in the street in front of our two buildings. We could see the car in front of the door of the factory but we couldn't see the car in front of the shop building.

Just as a deputy nearest the factory started to get out of his car, there were two separate muzzle flashes by the factory door and from the car. Both rounds hit the sheriff's car but not the deputy, thank goodness. We heard another gun go off that must have been from the car in front of the shop.

I told Sue that we had best stay put so the deputies would not confuse us with the bad guys. More cars should be here quickly.

The two sheriff's cars backed up about thirty feet and I saw the two deputies slide out of the cars and go for their trunks. Both came up with what looked like MP-417 rifles. These are weapons made by H&K who build the MP-5 except these rifles are 7.62 and come with a variety of scopes. Most have a scope with an available light option. They are the choice for most military and police snipers. They both got between their cars and looked out at the two buildings.

The one deputy used his car PA, "Put down your weapons and come to the middle of the street with your hands up."

That caused more rounds to be fired from the door of the factory and somewhere in front of the shop building. The deputies both returned a couple of rounds. I heard glass shatter. There went the front window of the showroom.

A sheriff's car pulled up behind us and a deputy got out with his gun leveled. Sue and I put our hands up and explained that we came here in response to our security guards call. The deputies down on the street needed the help. He asked us for ID, and Sue and I both showed him our licenses.

He said he recognized my name. He used his radio to alert his supervisor that they needed the tactical team, as there were two separate groups of shooters attacking the deputies on site. He then started directing arriving cars down different streets so all the surrounding streets would be covered.

Occasionally a round would be fired from the factory front door but the deputies were not returning fire. I asked the deputy with us if he had the same weapon as the other deputies. He said he did.

"Get it out. Let me see if I can see the shooter in the factory doorway with it."

"You know how to use it?"

I nodded my head, "Marine, Desert Storm."

He opened his trunk and handed me the MP-417 then automatically handed me two magazines. Not really thinking about it, I slid the clip home, put a round in the chamber and checked the safety position. Using his car to stabilize the rifle I sighted through the scope at the front door. I flipped the low light magnification on but the scope glared at me because the street light was at an angle, getting into my eyes.

I laid the rifle on the car and pulled my black T-shirt off and draped it over my head and the rifle scope to keep out the light glare. This time when I sighted in, I could see two men at the door with what looked like Uzi's or some kind of small automatic rifle. They were faking every one out though, as they were firing single rounds instead of bursts. A technique you learned when you were trying to conserve ammo or when you were trying to sucker someone into thinking you only had a pistol. I told the deputy what I had. He asked if I had a target.

"Two, both armed."

"Clean?"

"Very."

"Damn, I can't let you do that. Shit."

I squeezed off a round, watching the target lurch back from the hit. The son of a bitch got up. More body armor.

The other shooter in the doorway fired several shots at the sheriff's cars.

"The guys wearing armor. I'll try for a head shot."

"You can't do that, wait for the team."

"Target acquired, your sights are damned good."

With the magnification and illumination up, I could see the guys eye balls. Very slowly I squeezed the trigger. This time the head snapped back and the target disappeared. The other shooter fired wildly out of the door. I couldn't get a fix on him as he was moving down to check the fallen man and then standing up and looked like he was yelling.

All of sudden there were three more people behind the door.

"One down but three more just came to the door."

The deputy radioed to the two deputies in the street to offer a surrender again.

While the deputy was using the PA, I sighted in on another target in the doorway. As soon as the deputy was making the announcement the target raised his gun and fired a burst this time. I squeezed the trigger and watched his head snap back as the round hit him.

"Two down. Tell him to announce again. Let's see if more of them want to shoot."

The announcement began but this time no one fired. I had a target but no one was making any threatening gestures. I didn't see any weapons in the hands of the three that were standing there.

I relayed this information to the deputy next to me. Sue, who was on my left side while the deputy was on my right nudged me, "There's someone coming from the back of your building. They are running for the gate."

The deputy heard Sue and turned to watch the runner stop to look at the concertina wire atop the gate. It would be near impossible to climb the fence or the gate at this location. If he had known the property better he would have just gone to the other building and slipped under the fence by the drainage ditch. We watched as he went to one of the big race day tractor-trailers parked in the yard, open the trailer door and climb in.

"Guess we know where that one is," the deputy said with a soft chuckle.

Cars and vans were arriving at the corners of the streets. The tactical team was dispersing and setting up at various points. The deputy offered the opportunity to come out again. This time three men came out of the propped open front door of the factory with their hands up. As the three men got to the street a round was heard going off from the shop building and the lead guy fell to the ground. Several deputies opened up at the same time in the direction from where the shot came from.

Someone called a cease-fire and two team members made their way to the front of the S&S building. We couldn't see what was happening from where we were so I stood up, used my T-shirt to wipe down the MP-5 and handed the piece to the deputy. "You did some fine shooting, deputy. You probably saved several lives by downing those two guys in the factory."

"I can't say I did that. They all know I don't shoot that good."

"I guess all your practice paid off tonight," I said while pulling my T-shirt back on covering the gun butt in my waist.

"Shit, I wouldn't have known to cover my head and the sight to see better. I bet the tact team doesn't even know that trick."

"Now you do, and you used it to your advantage. Pick up your brass deputy, there should be three casings. Remember you have a round in the chamber, but you still have a bogey in the trailer."

A tactical team member came out the back door to the shop and walked toward us. When he identified the deputy, the deputy told him there was a guy in the trailer. The team member radioed for assistance and two more of the team came out the back door toward the trailer. When they were in position, the first team member opened the door and called for the man to give up and come out. There was some cursing and noise as the guy was obviously stumbling in the dark. He came out and stepped down to the ground to be put face first down and handcuffed.

As they brought him up to a sitting position, I saw it was one of the managers from the plant.

I told the deputy who the guy was as he was put on his feet to walk back through the building to the front.

Sue and I, and the deputy, drove our cars around to the front of the building. Both of the two big plate glass windows were shattered. There was an older Chevrolet with a ton of bullet holes in it and no glass. There was a yellow drape over a form in the driver's seat.

As Sue and I went toward the factory, we saw the man on the ground that had been shot by the draped body in the car. It was the former CFO. I guess he made bail but was dumb enough to try to recover the money and drugs from the safe. The two men that were now cuffed, sitting on the ground were the other two former management types from the factory. They glared at Sue and me as we passed, but kept quiet. We looked into the doorway to see the two men I head shot. The scene was pretty gruesome. One of the deputies had lost his lunch near the doorway. I'd seen worse.

The tactical team Lieutenant was congratulating the deputy that Sue and I had been with for the excellent marksmanship. He said he was a credit to the sheriff's office. The deputy glared at me and I saluted him as we passed.

The four hired security guards came walking up the street. They explained they were there for protection and not to become an army. When they saw how many people there were, they walked up the street to stay out of the way for when the sheriff got there. They figured the safest place to be was far away. I thanked them for calling in and told them to finish out their shift then we could probably call the duty complete.

Deputies with dogs came out of both buildings saying that the buildings were clear. A county detective was coming out saying the men had gone directly to all the safes and opened them to find nothing there. They had opened a fourth safe that was in the executive bathroom between the president and the CFO's office. They must have been interrupted, as there was a large amount of money still in the opened safe. They weren't going to mess with it, as it was still intact, on the premise. Sue and I went into the building and up to the second floor into the bathroom that we had never been into before. The mirror over the sink hid the safe but it was now swung away revealing the open safe with stacks of hundreds again. I told Sue to find a trash can and bring the garbage bag.

"What are you going to do Steve?" Sue asked.

"I'm going to get a bonus for you and me and have some cash for us to do some nice things for others without having to worry about where it comes from."

"Why do we want a bonus, especially money that's tainted?"

"Money is money. Somehow, someway, you and I should be rewarded for all of the bullshit we have put up with recently. This is that reward. This cash will buy some nice things for people but it will also give us a few bucks for a nice vacation."

"We have been through a lot lately, especially from the people of this company. I'll get a bag."

I counted out thirty-five bundles of cash, over a million and a half. I put five bundles back in the safe and closed it, spinning the tumbler to lock it. I closed the mirror and Sue and I put the garbage bag in the closet in Betty's room temporarily.

Back outside there were all forms of police and sheriff deputies everywhere. State and federal detectives were questioning the three men sitting on the ground handcuffed. Sue and I went to the shop and used my phone to call an emergency board up company. I asked them if they cleaned up the broken glass and they said they did. They would be out within the hour.

I looked at the time display on the phone. It was three thirty-five. There goes another night's sleep. I got out a big push broom, a dustpan and a big trash bin on wheels to begin cleaning up the mess. A deputy told me to hold up cleaning, as they need to keep the crime scene intact for a little while longer, as every agency wanted their own pictures.

I went upstairs to the break room to get Sue and me a Diet Coke. We began inspecting whether our display car was hit. None of the inside glass was hit but there were some bullet holes in the walls.

We were sitting in our shop office when our good friend, the Captain, walked in with the deputy that I had borrowed the MP-417 from. He walked up to me and said, "Good shooting. Jack here couldn't hit a wall if he were standing in front of it. As soon as the tactical officer said Jack should get an award, I knew something was up. Then Jack told me who he was with. A Marine could make those shots, but not Jack."

"Give him the credit, Captain, he tried to tell me not to fire, but the two were shooting at your men."

"They had armor on too. One had been hit in the vest, the round was still plastered into the vest. You already ran into that once today from what I heard. Amazing how you could hit a head shot at a little over four hundred yards in the dark."

"That was our job, Captain. We were trained for it. The MP-5 or this case the 417 is a good weapon when you know how to use it."

The deputy said, "You should have seen him. He whips off his T-shirt and covers his head and the sight after the light glared at him then cool as can be he says he's acquired a target then let's go of a round. You should have heard him curse when he saw the man had on armor. But it wasn't thirty seconds later he was firing again. That time he just said, 'One down' then after they shot at the deputies in the street again, he fired and said 'Two down.' This guy is good."

"You are good deputy, not me. Remember that. I had nothing to do with it."

The Captain said after the deputy left, "Noticed you two have a couple of toys in the Mustang. I hope that shotgun barrel is over eighteen inches. I'd bet you both are carrying too. You're legal though, you both have permits."

The Captain asked, "Are you two going to go home and wake up my deputy and kick him off your couch, or are you going to stick around here for a while?"

"We'll stay until the emergency board up folks are done and we can fix the door to the factory. The door may not be broken. These guys seem to be able to go through most doorways."

"Yep," the Captain said, "they were pros alright. The two guys in the factory doorway and the one in the car are all from Chicago. They are a bunch of bad guys for hire. I'm surprised all these local guys are a part of this. You wouldn't think a few management types would be involved in some heavy duty dope dealing."

The Captain mentioned as if fishing, "The detectives said there was some money in a safe in the executive bathroom. Is it still there?"

"We closed the door and spun the lock. We'll get a locksmith to open it tomorrow. There is a lot of money in that safe. That and the money we found earlier must have been what they were after."

"Must have been, Steve. Maybe you can keep that money. The other may be considered dope money since there was the heroin found with it.

Sue spoke up, "Hope we get to keep it. This plant could use some improvements and I'll need all the help I can get to make a go of it. I need to keep all the folks working."

"Put that way, Sue, I hope you guys get to keep it too. I better check to see if we can clear out of here. The day will start pretty soon and you need to get the places cleaned up."

The state and the feds were gone, leaving only the county sheriff's men making one last check around the properties. The deputies let the board up folks through and told them they could begin cleaning up. They also let the professional cleanup guys into the factory entrance to clean up all the blood on the floors and walls. The entrance would probably have to be painted. Thank goodness the floor was tile.

By five, everything was done and the sheriff's people and all the workers were leaving. The four security men went home. The showroom windows were boarded up and the factory entrance was cleaned and even painted. You couldn't tell what had happened. I locked up the shop and the buildings, set the alarm, and pulled the Mustang over to the factory entrance. Sue came out with the garbage bag and threw it into the back of the Mustang. While she set the alarm and locked the door, I put the top up on the car. We drove slowly home and found the deputy sitting on the patio. We told him we didn't think there was going to be any further threats as the ex-president was being charged with the drugs and conspiracy to commit murder. He would be responsible for the four dead men. He could even get the death penalty, but probably wouldn't.

The deputy left, so Sue and I brought in the bag and the extra weapons we had taken with us and put them all away in our bedroom. We took a shower and didn't even think of fooling around, as we were so tired. Sue wanted to count the money, so I told her to just count the one bundle. I made some coffee while she began counting.

It turned out like I had thought. Each bundle was five hundred, hundred dollar bills or fifty thousand. That was a cool one and a half million in cash. We would need a safety deposit box, quick. I had left a quarter million in the safe for the cops to find if they wanted to put their hands on it. Who could have guessed these guys could make so much money dealing drugs. I wonder how they were doing it.

I turned on the patio light at six along with the TV. The local news was full of what had happened. There was even a news truck at the shop, taking live videos showing the boarded up showroom windows. They gave the entire story and how the former management had broken into the factory to attempt to recover cash that was hidden there. They showed a picture of the former president, listing the many charges against him at this time. They even mentioned that he was deemed a flight risk so was not offered bail.

The news guys did a good job not showing the S&S logo on the building. They just said two local businesses and the business park we were in. The sheriff's department had done a good job convincing them not to demonize the business.

As people came over for coffee, some had heard the story on the news but didn't put it together, some had, others had no clue what had happened. Sue began telling a sanitized version of our night. There was a report on the previous night at Ben's office and then the war at the shop. The attorney from the night before had been arrested as an accomplice. That might have been done to keep him quiet and out of touch with the ex-president. The two stories were not linked as yet, so the news people would have several days of good reporting while this played out.

Phil and Judy showed up with breakfast. Sue and I told Tiny and Phil that we would come in a little later as we needed to check with Ben on a couple of things. Debbie finally remembered. The car dealer had called to tell me my new truck was ready. I said we would try to swing by and pick it up this morning. Sue said it was too bad, as she really liked the little T-bird but she said she liked the Mustang better as it had more muscle. So this was a case of bigger was better.

Once everyone left for work and Sue's girls were working, we put the cash into an old gym bag Sue had. We drove to the bank with the bag and a briefcase full of documents we wanted to store and rented a large box. It didn't take us long to put the money and papers in the box. On the way home we stopped by the little gun store. I wanted to buy a couple of more 9-millimeters to have in case mine kept getting confiscated and held as evidence. The dealer said that since I had a carry permit, he could let me take them with me instead of doing the three-day wait. I bought another six extra magazines and two boxes of ammo. That should be all I could possibly need for a long time, hopefully.

Sue had taken one back to the range and used up four ten round magazines very fast. She said she was going to keep one in her purse instead of the .380, as she liked the balance and light weight of the plastic Glock better. The dealer had a nice shoulder rig and a clip-on holster that I bought. If I was going to have to carry, I might as well be comfortable.

We went home and stashed the extra guns. I put on a Hawaiian looking shirt that stayed out of my jeans and clipped the belt holster to my belt. Sue and I went to the Ford dealer. He had a four door F-250 that was plain on the outside but pretty nice on the inside. Pretty much like the one that got wrecked. He said that since my previous one had a V-8, this one did too. If I wanted a V-6 he could have one for me in a couple of days. I told him it didn't make too much difference as the fuel economy was about the same. The one nice extra was the step bar, making it easier for someone Sue's height to get into the truck.

I asked the dealer if the old truck was still there. He called the body shop manager to find out it was still out back waiting to be taken to the salvage yard. Sue and I went back to the truck where I pulled the AR15 from behind the seat, along with the hundred rounds and extra magazines. The envelope with the adapter was lying with all of the stuff. Sue and I went to the shop and the factory. Tiny already had a glass company on site, working to restore the building to what it was supposed to look like. I told Shawna that my new truck needed the company logo and handed her the keys. She said she would take care of it.

I returned all my calls and answered all my messages before walking around the premises, answering questions about last night and business. It was pretty much business as usual. The Craftsman race day and the Busch trucks were getting ready to leave. The Winston Cup truck was preparing to leave a day early as well. The Winston cup guy handed me a bag saying he found it in the truck this morning when he was inventorying. It was an old Colt 45 auto. I took it inside and called the sheriff's detective unit. I told him what was found and that we would have it inside when he came for it. I told Debbie not to touch the metal but to just hand the bag to whoever came for the piece, and to make sure she got a receipt.

Across the street, Sue was showing the contractor what she wanted to have done. She had not taken in consideration the executive washroom so she had to modify her plans a little. She did end up with an office for herself, and on the other side of the washroom, was a large office for joint operations. At the end of the hallway, Sue was going to have Mike built a nice office across from Betty.

There was a locksmith opening the safe for us. When he was done, Sue had Betty count the money, and we said we would take it to the bank and deposit it into the company account. There would be the federal submission of the large cash transaction, but it would be cool to have the extra for operating capital.

Mike came to me and asked if Sue and I wanted to inspect a material order that had just arrived. He said it was the custom of the managers to go over the material order together to make sure it was of good quality. That sounded a little funny so Sue and I went to the receiving area. Mike showed us the material inspection room and left us with the large pallets of material.

I cut open the bands before we began taking off the outer wrapper. Sue and I began lifting the bolts to a big table in room. The material was rolled onto large cardboard tubes. I don't know why I looked but I glanced inside the tube. You couldn't see through it. I went to the other end but couldn't see anything from that end either. There was a long handle tool leaning up against the wall. It had a round wood disk on the end that fit into the tube. I put the disk in and pushed. I had to push pretty hard but whatever was there gave way and it pushed out the other end.

There was a long round bundle about three feet long and the size of the eight-inch tube. I knew what was coming and gently opened the package. It was the same stuff that had been in the safe.

I used the phone in the inspection room and called my friend the Captain. I told him to get down here to the factory right away and to bring the DEA with him. He wanted to know what was up but I told him to just do what I asked. I told Sue to leave everything and for us to lock up the room and wait.

I sent Sue to the front of the building and casually sent everyone from the dock area to the work rooms, saying that I wanted them to help out cleaning up the floor in there.

The Captain had taken me seriously. Two sheriff's cars pulled up in back by the loading dock and Sue came through the door, leading the Captain and a couple of guys in suits. The Captain said, "I'm going to be so glad when this is all done so I can get some sleep."

My response was a sarcastic, "Tell me about it."

I led them into the inspection room and told them how Mike had treated the material. He said it was a ritual for the management to inspect all material that just arrived.

It took them the rest of the morning to come up with nearly a hundred kilos of heroin and a hundred kilos of raw coke. The DEA guys said this was probably thirty million in drugs. I told them that they needed to intercept all of my material orders from that point forward at the docks so we didn't have to put up with this any longer. They agreed. I also wanted them to publicize the big drug find as much as possible so the drug people would know that it was an accidental find, and that the new owners of the factory had no part of it.

This material had been flown in on a commercial cargo aircraft. Pretty slick operation. Now I knew how they had accumulated so much money.

Mike and his men carted the material out to the floors to begin cutting it up for the contract work we were doing. Mike came back to receive some material that Sue had ordered for her fashions. The DEA went through this material as well. I showed them that all you had to do was to look through the tubes to tell whether there was anything there. They were all clear.

Mike and I took the material to where Sue was working with her select seamstresses. She gave it to the cutters and told the seamstresses to go through the first garment one step at a time to make sure the designed steps would produce the highest quality garment.

I watched fascinated, as two pieces of fabric was sewn together, handed to the next seamstress to add the next piece until the completed garment was handed to the new quality control inspector. She looked over each of the seams carefully and hung the gown on a plastic hanger. The process was repeated with the next group of seamstresses until all six sets of seamstresses had produced a garment that was inspected and hung.

Sue was beaming with happiness and excitement. She gave the cutters the sizing for the production run then and the ladies to work producing this garment today in this single color. It might be possible to do this whole production run, but she was more concerned that the products came out perfect.

The seamstresses applauded Sue for setting up and beginning her first production. We left them to work, heading toward lunch. There were deputies, feds, and even city cops all over the place. Two news trucks were there video taping the outside of the building and all the activity.

As we neared Sue's Mustang, a deputy stopped us and asked me if I could call a number he handed me. He said it was from his supervisor and that it was an important message.

I called the number on my cell phone. A Lieutenant answered before another voice answered that identified himself as the shift Captain. He told me that the ex-president had hung himself this morning after he was questioned about drugs found in his safe, and about the Chicago men who had been killed the night before. They had not even had the opportunity to begin questioning him on the drugs found in the material shipment. That only left the two men who were arrested last night to be prosecuted for the drugs. The Captain said he doubted the two would live long in prison as the drug lords would want their pound of flesh for all the screw-ups and the huge money and drug loss.

I asked if he thought the drug people would come after us since it was our purchase of the plant that began the trouble. He didn't think so, as the plant was possibly going to be closed for lack of profitability anyway. He also said they had been able to track the activity of the attorney that I had met the night before. He had made multiple calls to Chicago during the last twenty-four hours, and appeared to be responsible for contacting all of the different bad guys.

I thanked him for calling us and said we were on our way to get some rest. We were bone tired from being up all night.

I called Debbie to tell her I was going home as Sue and I needed to rest. I told her to have my new truck just locked up in the lot for tonight as I wouldn't need it.

Sue and I went home. Glenda came over and chatted with us while Sue and I had a bowl of soup and a sandwich, and after Sue talked with her girls, we lay down on the bed for a nap.

Shawna woke me about six-thirty asking if we were interested in supper. Sue heard the conversation and said she was, whether I was or not. We got up, washed our faces, and joined our friends out on the patio.

Tiny reported that the news people had made the connection between the two businesses and spoken to him, Phil, and Abe. They had walked them around the shop, without the cameramen, to give them a little idea of what we did. They told them that one of the stations had done a report on the company already. This took the excitement out of them, and since no one else had any idea of what had gone on across the street, the news folks left.

Mike was there with his wife. It looked like they were going to become new crewmembers. He was telling Sue what the contractor had accomplished so far today and what else had happened. He told her that her seamstresses were going to surprise her in the morning with a perfect production run. They were all so proud, he said they floated out the door. He told us he was impressed that Sue had kept telling them to slow down. It seemed that slowing down was getting the production speed higher as there were no rejects or quality control issues.

Phil said two of his government bids came through so he had worked with the factories to make a production schedule. Phil felt a few other bids would come our way too, as he had been able to keep reducing our prices because of our discount levels.

Tiny said that Onan had called, wanting us to meet with some of their executives to begin an inquiry to see if we might be willing to sell the company to them. I asked Phil whether we could replace our product line if Onan pulled our dealership. He said sure, but he was comfortable with Onan, and would prefer to keep our relationship. He did not want to be an employee of theirs though. Tiny announced that our agreements were bulletproof and as long as we ordered at least a million dollars of equipment a year, we retained an international dealership. I told Tiny to advise them they could come and buy us all a steak, but we were not interested in selling out.

Martin came to me and had Sue and me come over to the bar with Glenda and him, as he wanted to talk to us.

Martin told us the park owner said he was putting the park up for sale. He said that with the value increases in land, he felt the park property might give him enough to retire. He thought that a land speculator would snap up the place and build a housing development. Martin looked at Sue and me and said, "You two have been successful with your businesses, but mostly you have been instrumental in a bunch of folks having good jobs and all of us have gained from becoming a close knit group. We would lose that if the park goes away. I know you two have a little money, but do you think you might have enough to buy the park and protect it from being developed?"

I didn't know what to say, but Sue did, "Do you know how much he wants for the park?"

"He says the land and the business is worth nearly three million. I think you would need an appraiser to make that judgement. There is all that land in back of the park that can't be used for building, as it is a nature preserve area. That cypress swamp is over thirty acres. That should hurt the value, not enhance it for developers."

"Martin, I didn't even know there was a cypress swamp back there."

"There's a small, almost twenty acre, lake in the middle of it that is good fishing but it's just about too hard to get to."

"You'll have to take us back there, I'd like to see it."

Sue said, "We'll go see the park owner and see what we might be able to do. I don't want to move either, Martin. You and Glenda are real family to me, just like everyone else that joins us on the patio."

Glenda gave Sue a hug and said, "Let's eat, then you two might want to drop in on the park owner. I think he's going to have a real estate person out this evening."

Sue said, "Come on Steve, let's go talk to him before he signs a listing. We could save him some money. Glenda, save us some food. We'll be right back."

Sue and I walked over to the park owner's office and home. He was in his office and greeted us warmly. "I hope you two aren't mad at me for wanting to sell the park. You're two of the most dangerous folks I know." He was laughing as he said that.

"I saw your businesses on the six o'clock news. You're getting all kinds of strange publicity. Hope it doesn't hurt your business."

Sue answered, "It shouldn't. My new factory makes clothes. Steve does business all over, so it shouldn't make a difference."

The park owner asked, "I have to ask you two something. You obviously are making some good money. Why are the two of you still living out here in a trailer park? How come you haven't bought a big house somewhere?"

"Easy," Sue began. "All of our friends, who are like family, live here. We both started our business here and we prefer to stay."

The owner asked, "Well, how can I help you? I guess you heard I was going to sell the place."

I said, "We did, that's why Sue and I are here. Have you had the park and land appraised yet?"

"I did," he said opening a file folder with some forms in it. "The appraiser said the land and business were worth right at two point eight million. There is a total of one hundred sixty acres. A lot is in the protected cypress swamp. There is sixty-five acres that I rent out to the farmer over there who grows strawberries and vegetables on it. The park facility and buildings are the last sixty acres. I would have thought the property and business would be worth more, but this guy is a good appraiser."

"What would you take for the property as a cash transaction, no frills, no commissions, just money," asked Sue.

"A realtor is going to cost ten percent because this is a commercial sale. So I guess I could take ten percent off, that would be two hundred eighty thousand. I would net about two point five two million. I'd take that if it were a quick deal."

Sue looked at me, knitted her eyebrows together, pursed her lips then smiled. "Let me use your phone."

She called her uncle right in front of the park owner. "Uncle Ben, this is Sue. I'm going to buy the park that I live in. That's right, I'm going to buy it. I want you to get with the owner and do the deal so he can retire and go to Hawaii, or where ever he wants to retire to. No sir, I have no idea as to how to run a park but I'm sure I can learn and hire good people to do it. Yes sir, I'm certain. Please get with him in the morning so we can close as soon as possible. Thanks Uncle Ben, yes, we'll see you Sunday at the latest."

"Can I write up a letter of agreement that you two are going to buy this place from me? Would you mind?"

"Good idea. Steve, run get your checkbook. I know you haven't transferred your money into your money market account so you have enough to give him a ten percent deposit."

"You have ten percent you can give me right now?"

"Is that not enough?" Sue asked.

"That's great, let me start writing."

I went to the house, got my checkbook and went back to the office. I wrote a check for two hundred fifty two thousand dollars. The owner copied the hand written agreement. We all three signed it and I handed him the check, as noted on the agreement.

"You two have just bought my life's work. This place has been good to me. I hope it will be good to you as well. Come by tomorrow and I will begin showing you how to run a trailer park."

Sue and I walked back to the patio where folks were still eating. Sue winked at Martin and we began filling our plates. When supper was over Sue and I were helping clean up when Martin cornered me. "What did you do?"

"I don't know whether we should say a lot, but we bought the park. The deal is done. Now all we have to do is do the title search and file it with the county."

"Hot damn," Martin exclaimed. "Glenda's mind will be at ease now. She's been upset all day worrying about us having to move."

"Tell her to keep it quiet. I'm sure the news will get around quick enough."

I think everyone was tired from all the craziness that had been going on lately. I know Sue and I were.

The patio was dark and we were showered and in bed by ten. We were barely cuddled when I heard Sue's regular breathing, indicating she was asleep. I drifted off with her.

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Chapter 75



Day Seventy-five - Friday

My face was between two wonderfully full breasts. If there was a problem, it would be that it is impossible to get air when your face is being hugged into Sue's chest.

I pulled loose to move up to be able to kiss her. As soon as I kissed her, she pulled my face back down to her breasts. This time I caught a taught nipple in my mouth and sucked, causing a loud groan from Sue.

Sue's nipples were like those big hanging controls for the doors at the shop. You pushed a button and door would open. I sucked a nipple and her legs opened. Her spread legs created a vacuum that sucked my morning wood into her center. She must have been having some good dreams, as she was very wet.

As I slid into her, Sue hugged me close, wrapping her legs over mine, pushing her pelvis into mine and completely swallowing me. We were lovingly connected to the hilt.

Our connection began a slow in and out that increased in speed until, in just a couple of minutes, I was unleashing a big load of juice into her and Sue was quivering and shaking from her orgasm.

We kissed, hugged, and told each other how much we enjoyed and loved each other. As I began to shrink, Sue said to get up or she would drool everywhere.

She went to the bathroom; I went to the kitchen to make coffee. It was five-fifty. We took our shower and dressed for work. While Sue was having her morning juice and I was drinking my coffee, Sue asked, "What do you think. Let's get these businesses calmed down and take a vacation, a real vacation. It's getting to be summer, so let's go on an Alaskan cruise or somewhere up north at a vacation place. Somewhere we can relax with each other without any business or bad guys to deal with. What do you think?"

"I'm with you. Let's do it! These last few weeks and months have really been intense. We'll work on getting our people up to taking care of everything. I'm assuming you mean to go for more than a long weekend and perhaps even longer than a week."

"A week would be okay but maybe ten days, two weeks, a month, depending on how it goes."

"Glenda came in and gave us both a hug, saying she had the best night's sleep in a week, knowing she wouldn't have to move."

Martin was all smiles, with Glenda saying, "He even woke me for some loving this morning. What a great way to start the day."

Folks began arriving until the patio was filled with morning chatter. When it was time to go to work, Sue said she was going to take her three girls into the plant so they could begin getting familiar with the process and could work with her girls at the plant for while we were gone.

I discussed my intention to take Sue on a real vacation, but there were a few things that I needed to take care of first. I asked Tiny if he or his former accounting firm knew of anyone that managed or had managed a trailer park. Tiny laughed and said his dad had managed a park for years but the park had been sold, so his dad had been working at Lowe's for a few years.

"This is not for the public yet, Tiny, but Sue and I bought the park last night. The deal should be closed this week. If you think your dad would like to run the park then have him call me so I can get him with the owner and he can get a handle on the place."

"I'll call him right now. He'll want the job I'm sure. He's getting up there, but he's only fifty-five and will probably be ecstatic to run a park again. Will he be able to use the owner's house or will he need to get a mobile home."

"He should use the owner's place. The house will be empty as soon as we close, which should be this week."

Tiny called his dad, and twenty minutes later, a slightly smaller version of Tiny came through the door. He introduced himself to me saying his name was Charlie and the lady following him was Matty, his wife. I buzzed Tiny to come downstairs. We all walked over to talk to Sue for a few minutes. When I introduced Charlie and Matty to Sue, I could see she liked them instantly. They were genuine folks who would make a nice addition to our group. Sue said that Ben had called and the closing should be tomorrow, Saturday, as the land had been in the park owner's family for over a hundred years so the title was easy to research. A survey crew was staking out the property today.

Sue called Glenda and asked her to make a lunch as we were going to bring Tiny's folks over for lunch and to meet the park owner. We all drove out to the park and enjoyed lunch before we went to the office. The owner was very happy. He said his wife was just about moved out of the house into a place they had bought a month or so ago in anticipation of selling the park.

Charlie and Matty looked at the very nice living quarters and came back into the office. The owner and Charlie knew each other so Sue and I left them to get reacquainted and get settled in to do business.

Another problem solved from within our crew. It was worth a mental "Way to go."

We went back to work to take care of our businesses.

The body guys had three new bodies for light trucks. These were for electricians, plumbers, or carpenters. These would compete with a myriad of similar bodies, but the difference between others and ours was the quality. The drawers rolled out and back with ease. The doors fit and locked easily. Everything was convenient to the tradesman that would use it. The paint was an electro statically applied powder coating, then sprayed with a hard glaze to protect the metal. Tiny had them priced where he thought they should be, and the new bodies were all under the competition. If Tiny said we would make money at that price, we would make money.

This reminded me that I needed to check with Ben to make sure he was keeping up with patents and trademarks for our ideas and products. I called him to see how he was doing. He said that Sue and I were becoming his biggest clients as we were taking up so much of his time. "I'm not complaining Steve, just telling you that you may need more than two lawyers to take care of everything you two are into."

Ben then made my day, "You and Sue as a couple and business people have really surprised Beth and me. You are both amazing the way you keep multiplying your growth while gathering more and more capable people to work with. I'm proud to be related to you and proud to be your representative."

"Thanks Ben, just help Tiny on the professional side of things. We all need guidance and your knowledge."

The rebuild shop was cranking out product to fill the South American orders and our regular dealer orders for rebuilt equipment. If we could find the old product, we could probably sell twice as much as we were.

The big lift group was finishing their first couple of monster lifts. These babies could lift one of our big trucks and carry it around like a regular forklift can lift a bag of groceries. The folks in Jed's new group celebrated finishing the first one by breaking a bottle of champagne on it as it drove out the door. A great test for the big machines was to use it to bring the next lift into the big shop to be worked on.

Across the street Sue had her group now working on the next two fashion productions. Joan, Betty, and Hanna were working with groups of seamstresses to get the processes down for the piecework. They followed the practice Sue did by having a garment made by each seamstress in the piece work trail, inspecting it to see if it turned out the way it was expected to. By working so closely with the seamstresses, good communication was established and they warded off numerous process problems while they put together the schedules. Once the process was started though, product flew off of the production lines. Racks and racks of freshly sewn garments were being covered with plastic protectors. Size groupings were being pulled so orders could be shipped.

Sue and I watched as the first mound of boxes full of the new fashions was picked up by UPS. The new factory was now producing Sue's very own designs.

Hanna was chosen to work with the seamstresses when Sue was not present. She had the best grasp of what needed to be done and since she was of Cuban heritage and spoke Spanish, she didn't have any communications problem. Betty and Joan were going to keep up the office and deal with the primary manufacturer of the catalog goods.

That evening, while I was having a drink and Sue was having a glass of juice, we both agreed that we could take off anytime on our vacation. We announced to our patio crew that we were going to take off for a week or three on a vacation to somewhere. We had not made our minds up yet where we were going.

We made sure that everyone understood that our absence should not affect morning coffee, the after work gathering, or the shared supper. Keys to our place were with many, and if it were needed, they could all have keys. We emphasized that this patio and our house was for all of us to share.

Charlie and Matty were on the patio with us and had enjoyed supper with the crew. All of the people asked if they were going to become a part of our group. We announced that Sue and I had purchased the park, but that the management was in the hands of Tiny's folks, Charlie and Matty. To the best of our knowledge there would be no change in park functions or rules. Our goal was to keep the park as a viable place for all of us to live. Sue and I took our evening walk, but this time we asked Martin to come along with us and show us the back of the property, so we could see the cypress swamp. There was a soggy unused path that led back to the lake. This was amazing, as there was so much wildlife within the swampy area. We saw a couple of wild pigs, a doe, a bunch of ducks, and even an armadillo.

I asked Martin if he would be in charge of building a wooden path through the swamp so that folks from the park could have a walk through the swamp from side to side and then back to the lake. He said that he could coordinate that just fine. We leisurely walked back to our house to enjoy the rest of the evening. Sue said one more decent day and we might be rested enough to go for a ride before our vacation.

Sue and I walked back up to the pool to swim for a while before coming home, showering, and going to bed for some matrimonial bliss.

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Chapter 76



Day Seventy-six - Saturday

I woke to the most pleasant sensation a man can have. A man's home is his castle and his wife the queen. But having the queen wake up the king, using his dick for a dictation device, will make a king deliriously happy.

Sue was grinning up at me as she stroked and sucked me to an explosion that had gooey stuff leaking out from around my dick, which was being pleasured by her. "I wanted you to know how much I loved you and loved that you gave me the baby inside me. I aim to make sure I do that for you for the rest of our lives. When you squirt in my mouth, I come from the excitement."

How do you express your happiness for such a gift? Easy, you reciprocate until the she screams, squirms to get away, and begs you to stop. We kissed before beginning our day with a sexy shower that had more of our juices being spilled.

Today was the closing for the park. It was to be held at Sue's and my bank near the park. We were lucky our bank was operated by people who knew Saturday could be an important day to do some banking for a lot of customers. All of the branches had normal business hours on Saturday. Ben and Beth came for coffee and breakfast. They met all of our newer crewmembers, as well as Charlie and Matty. The crew was a little giddy this morning, as they knew this was the day the transaction for the park would be finalized.

At breakfast I asked if all my key people could meet me at the shop for a few minutes so we could have a last chat before Sue and I took off. I told them it would only be for a few minutes and then they could all have the rest of the weekend to play.

Sue, Beth, Ben, and I went to the bank at nine to meet the park owner and his lawyer. Special arrangements had been made so we could close on Saturday. Certified funds would insure the validity of the closing. Ben and the other attorney had gotten together and were both satisfied with all of the documentation. Sue and I both signed the documents along with the seller, and a senior bank teller notarized the signings. A certified check, for the balance of the selling price, was given to the former park owner and the deal was done.

Ben and Beth congratulated us on our newest investment, saying that this was how money was supposed to be used. Making investments into areas that would affect our lives such as the factory, the shop, and now the park, was a great way to ensure our happiness.

Sue and I told them we were going on an extended vacation and were leaving tomorrow morning. They were a little shocked that we had not told them of our plans yet. We had to explain that we had just decided to do it and had not really had an opportunity. We assured them all our bases were covered and we were going to enjoy just being a couple for a change, without any distractions.

We all went out to lunch at a fancy Italian restaurant to celebrate buying the park and to celebrate our pending vacation. When we were finished, Ben and Beth took off and Sue and I went to work to make sure everything was set for us to leave.

Tiny, Phil, Abe, Shawna, Tom, Al, Jed, and Debbie met with me for a few minutes to ask any final questions. I told them that if something came up that had no logical answer, to get together and form a group consensus answer. They all felt the world would continue even though I would not be there. I agreed.

Sue met me across the street, saying she was done for a couple of weeks so for us to hit the road. We drove home via Penny's to get some luggage for me. We threw clothes in the suitcases then called a limo to take us to the airport. We did not have tickets to anywhere yet. We were just leaving.

Before the limo arrived I ran to the bank, went to the safe deposit box and took out four bundles of the cash. I love those Saturday banking hours. I had the teller give me a stack of five hundred-dollar American Express checks out my personal account and made sure my credit card was current. Back at the house I gave Sue a bundle of cash to put in her purse and I put some in each pocket with some in my carry on. We were not going to be without cash for a nice trip.

We left a note for everyone and told them that I would call them later.

When the limo dropped us off at the airport, I had them let us off at the Continental desk. We hauled our two suitcases and our two carry-on bags to the counter. I asked what was first, a flight to Oklahoma City, Las Vegas, or Seattle? The counter clerk looked at me funny and I had to say, "We're taking a spur of the moment vacation and haven't made an itinerary. If we go to Oklahoma, we'll rent a car and I can show my wife where I used to work. If we go to Las Vegas we can see the sights and go see Boulder dam, if we go to Seattle we'll either go on a cruise or wander around the San Juan islands, then go up to Alaska. So which way do we go?"

"The clerk laughed at us and said, "I have a flight that leaves in twenty minutes for Oklahoma City and one in twenty-five minutes to Seattle. Both only have first class available, so it's your choice."

Sue smiled at me and said, "Let's go see the whales."

"Seattle then, two for first class," I said as I handed her my driver's license and my credit card. Sue and I went up to the airside level and out to the planes. They were nearly finished loading and we were immediately seated and offered a drink. Sue had juice, I had a Beefeaters."

Shortly we were on our way, non-stop to Seattle.

Two and half months ago I left the oil platforms for a vacation. During the past two and a half months, my life had changed so radically that it was difficult to remember everything. My biggest change was sitting beside me, my wife, carrying my child, my future. Too bad we can't see into the future to see what our life had in store for us. It couldn't be any more exciting or adrenaline pumping, as it had been together so far.

Sue and I were 'done' with business life for a little while.

All the nonsense of greedy people trying to keep us from happiness was 'over.' The lonely life, as we had known it before we met, was 'finished.' Just like in the beginning; Done! Over! Finished!

New Proofing by: Deryk Bramwell


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