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 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, then picked her up, turning her around to be given a very spermy kissing. 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 pot, 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 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 to the 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 men more started using sledgehammers to bust up the 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 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.
This is Alice's new stove. She wants one of those with a ceramic top that you can't see the any raised area for pans. 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 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 another few jobs till Monday. Every one of my men are 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, then 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."
"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 stub 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 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 screw drive, with 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, then went 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 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. The big guy stopped his turning movement, then fell 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 out 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 then 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 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 and Shawna and I 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 a Captain. 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 then 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 then he had me sit in his car with him and took mine. He finished with Sue's statement then 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 then 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 then released the slide and un-cocked the hammer before slipping the clip back into 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.