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 nice but they are so big and firm there is no give to allow a little room to breath. I moved to turn my head so I could breath, unwilling to totally leave the wonderful pillow 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 I opened my mouth and let the giant nipple into my mouth. 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 lay 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 putting 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 feeling the end of her depth. Some say that's 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 her 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 then 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 the night. She closed her eyes tightly as I felt her stomach shiver and lots of juices squirt out around my bottomed out dick.
She relaxed completely, letting her legs unwrap from around me to 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 is 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 watch 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 you dick in hand and urine gushing out of you. I finished, shook off, flushed the toilet then 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, then 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, 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 the dry her breasts one handed. They were definitely two-handed boobs.
We dressed in the shorts and T-shirts from yesterday then 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 her 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 cup. 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 one 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 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.
"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 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.
"Move 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 country 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 things is to keep accurate records for every penny out and in. I say out first, as you can't do anything for someone else with 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."
"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 all of Abe's stuff out, 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. 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 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 clips. 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 box 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 wanted 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. They 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 then 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 then 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. 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, then 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 standard book of 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 good 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 then took the software back to Sam. I wrote him a check for everything then and he said to pick up the box 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 for the NASCAR guy, Gene. 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 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 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 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 then put a clip 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 clip, ejected chambered round put it back into the clip then handed the gun and the clip to Sue.
She did right. She kept the piece pointed away from us shoving in the clip 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 in the clip hitting the silhouette with most of them. With the slide locked back, she ejected the clip then laid the gun down grinning, "that is fun."
I put the 380 in my pocket then went through the same routine with the 9-milimeter. I handed her the gun and the clip and she followed my instructions then 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 he 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 clip with the regular rounds, she asked for the .380 rounds and filled that clip. 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 her 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 may be 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 truck and I had Sue drive the pickup so we could leave the truck at the 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 then 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. Then 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 till she went to a file and finished cleaning it up, when she used the sandpaper 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 till I started tacking. I re-measured the angles then 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 then we told the shop guys we were leaving and left.
We drove by an open late Taco Bell and 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 so she could wash all of them so the would be more comfortable. I brought some clean underwear and my toothbrush and toothpaste and went to her place.
Sue checked her orders, typed a few things onto her computer then stripped in the living rooms and told me to do the same. She put the clothes in her washer then pulled me into her big shower. We scrubbed each other off, dried 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.