Steve
Morning, time to get up, time's a wasting.
Those thoughts were running through my mind as I sat up in bed. Sue pulled me back down and wanted to snuggle by pushing a fat titty into my face. "Suck this for a while and maybe you won't want to get up."
"I'm already up with that thing in my face. Now I need to get it down."
Mercy said, "I'll take care of that problem."
"Not if I get there first," Kathy said, sliding down under the covers. "Eek! That's not Steve, but I guess you know that, don't you," Mercy said, with a giggle.
"Come on, let's get going. A new day is starting," I said, discouraging the play.
I slid from bed and used the bathroom before stepping into the shower. The large shower was soon filled with four lovely ladies as they crowded around me groping and hugging while the water warmed up. A good shower in our house is not complete without a thorough cleansing of female parts, with a special male part as the scrubber. I dutifully scrubbed the internal workings of the four women, leaving two large messes behind. My efforts received a lot of kisses and hugs, along with some begging for additional cleaning.
As soon as I turned on the lights on the patio, I heard doors slam and saw Glenda making her way across the yard, and the back door to the patio opened for Ruth and Tiny, along with Sandy, Mandy, and Mickey. Shawna and Charlie came with their two kids, who would soon run into the house and wake up my kids. The day had begun.
Abe and Phil came soon, with Alice and Judy arriving about the same time as the bellhop from the hotel arrived bringing the huge box of breakfast sandwiches and the box of donuts.
It's fun to watch the people gather in the morning. They all seem to come awake together. Some are ready to go to work; some are in robes or almost in sleep clothes.
Stormy was leading the way this morning, accompanying Betty and Shirley, with Mark and Caroline following. Mark said to me, "I'm leaving Caroline with you today while I ride back to Cheyenne with the kids. I just love to ride in the right seat of those jets. It makes me feel like I'm flying again."
"What are you taking?" I asked.
"The little Citation, the CJ4. DeDe is flying us," Mark answered.
"Grab some of those sandwiches and donuts to take with you. DeDe will be happy you remembered her. Have a good trip, Mark."
Mark left with a big bag of food, heading back to his area of the park. I'm sure Gene and Sandy were having a mini-war with the kids about going back to Cheyenne when they had so many new friends right here now.
About ten minutes later, Mark's Escape pulled up outside the patio and the five people got out. Mark came in and talked to Caroline while Gene and Sandy came over to me. Gene said, "The kids want to stay here while we pack up. I would have thought they would like to say goodbye to their friends at home, but I guess not. We're going to let them stay with Grandma and Grandpa while we pack up. Thanks again for the opportunity, Steve. You've really been special to us."
Sandy gave me a hug while Gene shook my hand. The three hugged the two kids and left. The kids mixed in with the rest of the kids instantly. Caroline had a very satisfied look to her as she kept an eye on the kids.
My mind had that song, "The beat goes on," going though it, but I was sort of mentally thinking, "Our lives go on" to the same tune.
The day went by pretty fast, with the usual questions that needed to be answered and the usual comments to folks as I looked in at what they were doing. I did discover something I didn't know had happened. Gerry (Geraldine) had an office in the cubicles near where Deana was. The reason I discovered it was that Gerry and Jeff were standing at the community conference table between the rows of cubicles with blueprints scattered over the table.
Being my usual curious self, I wandered over to see what they were gesturing at. Jeff saw me and said, "Just the man we need to see."
Gerry said, "Does he know about this stuff? I thought we were the only ones who understood composites."
Jeff smiled, "No, don't you see, you help create the composites because of your knowledge of metallurgy. If you want someone who knows metal, ask a welder. Steve is definitely a welder. Come here, Steve, and look at what we're doing and you tell us whether it's going to work."
They sorted through the prints of various objects looking for a specific one. I made the observation, "What are all of these? You have airplanes, boats, cars, military looking trucks, and some kind of scaffolding platform."
Jeff said, "These are just some of the projects we've been working on to see what we could sell to other manufacturers. With our new composite, we can make anything that's out there only better, stronger, and safer. We just have to figure on how to put it together. Here, look at this." Jeff was spreading out a design that looked like an engine block.
Gerry said, "I don't think our composite will withstand the hammering that an engine block will have. We will still have to have sleeves for the pistons and the push rods will still have to be made of some form of alloy for strength. Keeping the engine cool can be done similar to other water or air cooled engines, but I just don't think a composite will last."
Jeff countered, "I say let Abe make that determination. Let the guys over in R&D try to burn the thing up. Let them run a couple of experimental gas engines similar to the diesel Abe is experimenting with. If we can build it to last, we'll have an instant winner for automobiles as well as airplanes. We can shave two to three hundred pounds off the total weight. That's more fuel, more luggage, more everything."
Gerry softly said, so it wouldn't carry, "I sure as hell don't know how Abe has a composite diesel engine running over there. How did you make the water jackets and how are you keeping the heads from flying off that thing."
Jeff waved his arms, "See, Steve, she doesn't even want to accept the success Abe is already having. She has made an alloy based composite that's stronger than anything on the market, and she doesn't want to use it."
In defense, Gerry said, "Yeah, but it's still new and I don't know how some weather and environments will affect it."
"Gerry, Gerry, Abe is putting the engines through salt water, intense moisture, very heavy sand conditions, and very dirty dust storm conditions. Every day those engines exist in a chamber is like a month in a normal storm. Let's give it a chance and design a ported head that we can insert valve seats into. The blocks are strong enough to handle a crankshaft, so why can't we build a head that will handle a cam?"
"Nuts, we're trying to make a bunch of plastic do the job of cast steel and in some cases, aluminum. Okay, make one. Make small motors first then we'll make a larger motor the size of the diesel or perhaps a little smaller." Gerry was still shaking her head when she went to her chair in a neighboring cubicle and sat down while she keyed in some information on her keyboard." She turned around in her chair to face us and said, "I just told Wes we were trying to cut the engine weight by a third. That should get his attention."
As he handed me a small sheet of composite, Jeff said, "I'm trying to figure out how thin I can make the walls of the engine block. The thinner I can make them, the smaller they will be and we can have water jackets that are really close to the cylinder walls. If we could come up with a composite that would be slick enough for a piston to run up and down within, that would be even better. Then we could start trying to make pistons from composite. I wonder if the bearings would hold up."
I said to both of them, "Why not go ahead and build an entire engine mostly out of composites. Use all of your knowledge and just build it. As soon as you begin testing, you'll find out what components won't work. Just replace failed components with lightweight metal alloy and go from there."
Gerry said, "We have a composite that acts like a bearing that is self lubricating. We can try that for the pistons and cylinder sleeves. Okay, Jeff, let's build it and watch it disintegrate."
Jeff was smiling, and when Gerry wasn't watching, he winked at me. He said, "This won't be a couple of hour project, it will take several days to form and cure. There is the ceramic quality of the block similar to what we used for Abe's diesel. We'll fire the finished block the same as before. We may have to experiment and do it in layers, but we'll figure out the most stable method. That's how we've come up with what we have now."
As I walked out of the area, I could still hear Gerry muttering, "It ain't gonna work, no way, no how, not an engine block."
Phil and Tiny were in my office drinking coffee when I walked in. Tiny said, "Phil and I have some thoughts about expansion that we haven't approached you with before."
I sat at the table with them and was happily surprised to have Ruth walk in with a cup of coffee for me and the pot to warm up the cups of the other two. "So what kind of expansion are you talking about?"
Phil said, "We've always had very positive acceptance in Canada. We have a modified cart with tracks for snow and rough terrain, plus the regular carts have sold well there. With that knowledge, I want to open a dealership up in Alaska. We haven't done that before because of the cost of shipping. There is a trucking company that specializes in hauling to various places up there. I think we could use them and still keep our cost competitive with the market."
I asked, "Besides carts, what are you planning on selling?"
Phil excitedly began his sales pitch on me, "We can sell our full line of generators, compressors, welding equipment, and possibly our utility trucks and bodies. If we go after construction and highway departments the way we do in the lower forty-eight, we should be able to do some good business. We could set up a customer service group to canvas the entire state, and if we find it profitable, expand our dealerships to other major cities."
Nodding, I asked, "Where would you put your first dealership to experiment with?"
Without hesitation, Tiny answered, "Anchorage. We could do well in Juneau, too, as that is the capital, but Anchorage has the larger commercial possibilities."
I suggested, "If we're going to experiment up there, why not open dealerships in both Juneau and Anchorage. That would give a cross inventory that you could draw on and also show our intention of becoming fully established up there."
Tiny and Phil looked at each and grinned. They high-fived each other and Tiny said, "I knew if you had anything to do with it, you would tell us to open two dealerships and not just one."
"So now we need to look for property and people to staff these locations. We'll need to use local people with knowledge of the construction industry as well as the local governments. You'll need to have trained techs to work in the field the same as down here, but they will need some extra equipment to do the job because of the environment up there."
Phil said, "Abe's been working with us to find men in our lower forty-eight and Canadian dealerships that have experience up there. We should just about be able to have the key people from our existing employee base. There will have to be a lot of training up there, but we should be able to put the project together pretty quick."
"What are you doing about facilities?" This would be important, I thought.
Tiny said, "Dewey put us in touch with some commercial realtors and property managers up there and we're compiling a list to look at. We should be able to go up to begin checking out properties any day."
With a happy smile, I said, "Sounds like you guys have it together for trying our hand in Alaska. Let's do it. We need to get it all done while there isn't that much snow on the ground this summer. Now it's cold and snowbound up there, so we might have trouble converting property for our use. Let's get prepared early and see what we can do."
Phil said, "We need to be open when any major highway construction begins up there for the summer. We can set up a lease program that should be beneficial to the companies working on projects. I've contacted the heavy equipment vendors up there and they would welcome a good program for generators and compressors. One of the companies up there bought one of our big trucks with a boom that they use for signing and maintenance. I think if we have one or two more trucks available up there, we could have some sales."
Phil and Tiny got up, thanking me for agreeing to their new project. Phil left, but Tiny hung back. He said, "We've sort of stagnated a little and this will give some new life to revenues. With this recession, a shot in the arm would be good. The increased revenues and profit will offset our costs. I've looked at this several ways to see where the pitfalls are and I feel comfortable with the project. We can also shift people from slow dealerships up there. I'm sure that given a choice of working up there and no work down here we'll have plenty of people willing to open stores."
"That's good, Tiny. I've seen the numbers where several of the dealerships are having problems. Now that spring construction is beginning, orders and maintenance have picked up, but we're still way behind last year and two years ago."
"Everyone is working on it, Steve. The company or companies are really doing well to keep up. The sales staffs are working hard to find all the business they can. We're doing alright, actually better than alright, a hell of a lot better than a lot of other businesses. Just keep coming up with ideas, Steve."
I asked, "What do you think, Tiny? Is this trip I'm planning something that should be put off until business picks up?"
Tiny shook his head, "No way. You're planning on seeing the Italian group, as well as the Ireland facilities. If you can get a chance, you can go peek in on the Germans. If there is a boondoggle out there, that is it. They are making a profit, but for the size they are, and the cost of startup over there, it is a marginal profit at best."
"Well, you know why we did what we did. That plant gave us the in to sell Germany a lot of equipment, and we've set up a major maintenance facility that is very profitable. Our cart manufacturing is almost a loss leader for everything else. But you're right; I should take a side trip and check out our facility in Germany."
When Tiny left, I began listing some of the business goals I had for the trip. I needed to make sure I talked to Sue about these too, as she probably has several independent goals to accomplish while we are in Europe.
My stomach was telling me to check the time and what do you know, it was time to head out for lunch. When I walked down the stairs, I looked through the big windows of the showroom and saw Sue's car across the street. I walked over there and met her as she was coming out the door. She said, "I was just coming to get you to have lunch in your cafeteria. The rush has already begun, but the lines are fast. Let's get something and take it up to your office."
That's what we did. Sue's people from across the street ate in the cafeteria in shifts, along with groups of folks from the S&S side. Today's special was a choice of stuffed peppers, baked chicken, or pot roast. Sue and I both chose the stuffed peppers and loaded our trays with bread and drinks before heading up to my office.
While we ate, I told Sue about the Alaskan expansion and the conversation I had with Tiny. She said, "If you get too tight over on this side of the street, we can always begin cross-training your folks into seamstresses." She laughed a little at that.
I said, "Tiny says we're good, but the Alaskan expansion could help with some redistribution of employees."
"It's amazing," Sue said, "that you have been able to keep people working throughout this crazy downturn. My group would be toast if we didn't have all of the military business. We're getting more and more foreign orders because our fabric is of better quality than the other manufacturers. We'll both have to just keep our hands on the pulse to make sure we don't miss any signals."
"That's what Tiny and Henry are for. They keep track of the dollars and cents while we keep production and quality where it needs to be," I said, as I had another mouthful of the delicious spicy stuffed pepper.
Sue said, "We missed going to the gym yesterday. We need to go, but I'm going to pass on the pool today. Come on, let's run to the gym and get back to work."
Mercy, Juanita, Kathy, Beth, Nancy, and Kate met us at the gym. Sue and I did our high intensity workout, then showered and dressed, ready to go back to work. The others were working out more leisurely, enjoying the companionship while they used the various machines.
Sue went back to her side of the street and I was going to make a pass through the shops, when my cell rang. It was Wes, "Come out to the airpark real quick. I want you to see something that's pretty exciting."
"What is it, Wes?" I asked.
Wes answered, "Just come and see for yourself. Jimmy is beside himself, so you know it must be good."
I told Debbie where I was headed and took off for the airpark. I parked at the charter office and walked through the hangars to Wes' hangars. The doors were all open so it was easy to spot Wes and a group of people. You couldn't help but see six air coupes and four high wing LSAs lined up on the tarmac between the hangars, but something was causing a commotion in the far hangar.
As I crossed the open tarmac between the hangars, the group began pushing an aircraft out of the building. It was the bigger model air coupe that would hold six people. As I approached the group pushing the aircraft, I could see the two FAA guys that we used to certify our test flights.
One of the men ran to a fuel truck and brought it up to the airplane where Wes supervised the fueling of the aircraft. Jimmy was going through everything in the engine compartment and the two FAA guys were inspecting everything on the aircraft. Wes looked and saw me and said, "This isn't even the big surprise. Let's get this in the air and I'll show you something special."
The FAA guys and Wes exchanged some forms, then Jimmy climbed into the cockpit and buckled up. He went through a printed form checklist while Wes double checked the cowling to make sure it was buttoned up properly. The engine started easily and smoothed out quickly. Wes had his head in the cockpit checking gauges, then stepped back to the tarmac and walked away to join the other onlookers.
Wes said, "This first takeoff will be just up, circle, and down. We'll check the plane, then it will go up and circle for five minutes but this time we'll raise and lower the gear several times. If we have time after inspection, we'll go up the third time and put some stress on the airframe."
Wes waved at the bunch of LSAs parked on the rear tarmac and said, "We have to give all of those aircraft their certification flight too. This is going to take a couple of days. I wish Gene was already moved. I could use his eyes on these projects. That man is sharp and doesn't let much get by him."
I said, "He'll be here soon. He's going to be busy with R&D too, you know."
"I know," said Wes, "But if he's around, he can double check my work for me. I enjoy having guys like that along with Jimmy and Tank to watch what I do."
Jimmy was back for the first post flight inspection. All of Wes's people and all of Jimmy's men were crowded around the aircraft, checking each part for wear or stress. The FAA guys were almost amused at how intense the group was. They checked a few areas they felt needed to be double-checked then had Jimmy top off fuel to go up the second time.
We watched as Jimmy circled the airfield at five thousand feet raising and lowering his gear. After about fifteen minutes, Jimmy landed and taxied back to the group. Once again the aircraft was surrounded by people checking on everything. The FAA people waded in and were looking for specific problems and came away marking up their forms. One of them came over to me and said, "Looks like you're going to be offering a real aircraft soon. This looks to be one hell of a good aircraft too. Wes is really proud of all of his creations, isn't he?"
"He sure is. I'm proud of him as well. This is a really big accomplishment to have built the four types of LSAs and now this aircraft. He says he has a surprise for me. I can't wait to see that."
The man laughed, "I think I know what the surprise is, but I'm not telling so it doesn't ruin Wes's big moment."
Jimmy was soon taking off again, but this time to really fly the aircraft. He was up for a little over thirty minutes. We watched as Jimmy climbed high then dropped over in a shallow dive. He did it again, but increased the distance of the dive, therefore straining the aircraft with the pull out Gs. The aircraft seemed to be performing very well.
When he landed this time, there were not as many people inspecting the aircraft as they were talking about the teardown that would follow later today. Wes was lining up people to get some hours on the aircraft to get it through the next part of certification.
Wes came to get me and said, "Come help me push something out of the hangar."
As soon as we approached the hangar, I saw what was happening. There was the twin engine aircraft that had just been in pieces not that many days before. The plane wasn't painted real pretty, just gray primed, but it looked like an aircraft. The FAA guys began going over the aircraft very carefully. Wes opened the door to the aircraft and let down a little three step stairway. He motioned me toward the door.
"Steve, we had the truck body coachmen fix this up. Come look what we've done."
Inside the cabin smelled luxurious. The leather smell was really something. There were six seats in the cabin with a skinny aisle down the middle of them. Wes showed me how the front and middle seats could be spun to allow passengers to face each other across a fold down table. When I looked at the cockpit, I was surprised it was so complete for a first certification. Wes said, "Gene helped me get this ready. Too bad he isn't here to watch it go up the first time. We have cameras so we'll get plenty of original footage to share with everyone."
Jimmy came over with his mechanics and began going over the aircraft. Jimmy looked at me and said, "Wes has been going nuts over this bird. He's had us checking and rechecking his fittings and work. This is going to be a nice aircraft."
Wes said, "The two engines are Abe's new aluminum block engines that he's been testing. They have turbo boost fuel injection that should make them very powerful and if the test engines are any indication, they are very dependable."
Wes, Jimmy, and the FAA guys went over some forms, and then Jimmy fueled the aircraft. Once it was fueled, he climbed into the cockpit and went over several items, and started the engines. Both caught quickly and warmed up, with Wes inside the cockpit, checking gauges.
Wes got out and shut the door before walking away. He had both hands held to his side with fingers crossed in each hand.
The engines revved and the aircraft began to move toward the runway. We could hear Jimmy requesting permission for takeoff clearance over the portable radios that were out on a table with all of the forms.
Jimmy took off in the twin, not using a great deal of runway. He circled for five minutes and landed. The steps of checking everything were repeated, then Jimmy took off again this time to circle the field while raising and lowering the gear. The third flight of the day for the twin lasted almost forty-five minutes, and Jimmy scared us a little as he went pretty deep into his dives. When he landed and shut down, Wes immediately had the door open and reprimanded Jimmy about his test flying.
Jimmy came out of aircraft and said, "Man, that bird is something. It handles perfectly and is really powerful. I wasn't past sixty percent power during the entire climb up through ten thousand feet. I'll bet this is going to be really fast for a conventional aircraft.
Four more FAA inspectors showed up, along with two more people Wes had contracted as test pilots. They were going to begin testing the aircraft that were on the tarmac waiting to be delivered.
Wes asked me, "Well, are you going to help me get some hours on these two new birds when we get the teardown complete?"
"Sure, Wes, I'll try to get a few hours in every week for you. I know you need a hundred hours as fast as possible, but you can't fly at night, can you?"
He said, "We can, but we'll do it during daylight hours, at least at first. I want to do some night testing, but we'll do daylight first. So, Boss, are you ready to be an aircraft manufacturer?"
I laughed, "With this economy, it's a hell of a time to do the startup of an aircraft company. We'll do a lot of business with the LSAs because it's an aircraft for retired guys, or for people that don't have the time to go through extensive flight training. It's a way for a lot of people to realize the dream of flying while not having to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to own an aircraft."
Wes said, "If Tiny is correct, the six-place air coupe is going to come in around a hundred thousand. The twin is supposed to be about a hundred seventy-five tops, probably closer to a hundred fifty. We can ask for more if we want, but we know how to build an aircraft for less. Abe's engines may become more expensive, but we're using his and Tiny's figures right now."
The place was a beehive of activity. The LSAs were taking off and landing, then quickly being checked out. I abandoned the crowd and walked back to the charter office. Star was at the front desk and looked up. She smiled sweetly and asked, "Could you do a parts run up to Myrtle Beach? I don't have anyone else available, and I can't leave because we have a bunch of reservations for aircraft and lessons later."
I looked at my watch and said, "Sure, what do you have?"
Star said with a smile, "We have a 172 engine in the back of a 206 for you. That's the only small aircraft we have that we could take seats out and get the crate into. I really appreciate this, Steve. Lisa's doing something with Chuck, so we've had to do without her, and all the charter guys are out. I could get Jimmy or Tank, but they are busy with the testing that's going on."
"No sweat, Star. I'll take off right away. It isn't that long of a flight. I better call home though since I won't be back early enough for supper."
At that moment, Mercy walked in the door and said, "I'll fly with you, Steve. I haven't ever been to Myrtle Beach."
"How did you know I was going, Mercy?"
Mercy grinned, "Star called to see if I would go and I told her to ask you. Debbie said Wes had called you to come out here, so I knew you were here. I just thought you might enjoy the company."
Mercy held up a thermos and a paper bag that probably had snacks in it. "Let's get in the air, Mr. Pilot. I need the right seat time anyway."
We took off in the 206 and headed north-north-east at eight thousand feet. There wasn't a lot of air traffic today but you still have to be watchful for those that may be flying VFR without a flight plan.
The weather was fairly clear, but there were a lot of cumulus clouds in small puffs that could expand as the day continued. Mercy and I discussed home, kids, the coming trip, business, flying, and she finally got down to what she wanted to talk about.
"Steve, do you think it's wrong the way Sue and I go after other women?"
I answered, "You two are a little predatory sometimes, but I don't think it's wrong if the other women want the same thing."
"How about Chuck's women?" Mercy asked. "They're all into each other and other girls. Sue and I both want to get into them, but there just hasn't been the right time or opportunity. We were thinking the trip was going to be a perfect time to really enjoy them."
I asked, "You guys have always been pretty aggressive with what you want or who you want. Why are you asking me?"
Mercy thought for a second and answered, "You know Chuck. He's kind of closed; or rather he's kind of conservative about some stuff. He's loosened up some, and we've enjoyed being together, but he generally avoids getting intimate with anyone except his girls. I don't want him to be upset with us and I don't want him to feel obligated to join in if we were to play. Would you be upset if we girls played together and you didn't get a chance to join in?"
"That would be fine, Mercy. You girls are more than enough for me. You've been bringing Mickey to bed a lot lately, and she is a lot of woman for me to handle in addition to you guys. I don't think I need any more women than that."
Mercy giggled, "Yeah, but I'd love to get all of us together, Chuck and his women, and all of us, would really have a wild time. His women have proven to be very passionate when they're with other ladies. The couple of times Chuck has joined us have been really special. I really enjoy him, but now that he has all those women, he's become more closed. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
I said, "You and Sue will have to just be patient and see how it works out. I'm sure you'll have a lot of opportunities to enjoy his ladies."
"Not just Sue and me," Mercy protested, "Kathy is nuts over Lisa, Judy, and Frieda. Juanita is fascinated over little Tiani and Nancy. She is very interested in getting to know all of them a lot better, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean. Chuck's ladies are fascinating. But like I said, we'll soon have a lot of time with them. Just relax and let nature take its course."
With a smile, Mercy said, "We will. We're all just a bunch of oversexed women who have become that way because of our sexy husband."
This last conversation was during our flight back home and concluded about the time we were descending to the airfield. When we landed and parked back by the hangar, the night mechanics came out to fuel the aircraft and push it back into the hangar. We took the logbook back to the charter office and headed home.
I noticed Chuck's new Citation was in the hangar on the other side of the charter office, so Chuck and Lisa were home. I wondered what they had been up to.
Everyone on the patio was finished with supper and enjoying a beer while playing cards, games, watching television, or just shooting the bull. I could hear music coming from the house, so I assumed Chuck and Lisa were inside playing with Bonita, and possibly others.
The ladies had a couple of plates of roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and rolls saved for Mercy and me. It seems there is always one or more of the patio regulars that have to be fed late because of work or a trip.
While we were eating, I noticed Wanda get a call on her cell. She got up and went outside, talked for a while, then came in and headed inside. A few minutes later, Chuck and Lisa came out. Chuck asked if Nightfox had gone to Maria's. The two gathered their ladies and told them something, then the two left in a hurry. Wanda spoke to John and left right behind them. Chuck didn't even wave at me, but then he probably didn't see Mercy and me sitting and eating where we were.
Bonita came to the big sliding door and looked out forlornly, wishing her music buddies had not left. She shrugged her shoulders and I soon heard the keyboard playing some kind of blues song.
The evening went by fast, everyone was soon gone and I was in bed, enjoying my women. Mercy was hot and bothered tonight, probably caused by thinking of corralling Chuck's women. I couldn't complain though, as I was a very satisfied man by the time I went to sleep
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