Day Forty-nine - Sunday
Kisses, lots of kisses. Someone was kissing my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth, my ears, my neck and my shoulders.
I opened my eyes to view the deep brown of Sue's eyes. They were sparkling with a smile, as was her mouth. With another soft kiss, she said, "I love you so much. I am so lucky we met."
"Not as lucky as I am. If I hadn't met you, I would be back out on an oil platform, with this place as a nice memory. You gave me reason for a whole new life. Plus you have been my good luck charm since I met you."
"You are mine. My good luck charm. Look what's happened to my business since I met you. And, if we had not gotten married, I would have never known I was a little rich bitch with big tits."
"Well, little rich bitch with big tits, roll over here, I have something to plug into my good luck charm."
"Not here, not today. Let's get in the shower, it'll be less messy." When she saw my confusion she said, "Mother Nature visited me last night. I'm another step closer to being a mom."
When I smiled, she said, "Come on, I'm horny, help me scratch my messy itch."
The shower lasted so long we ran out of hot water. Between all the blood and cum, I'm surprised we didn't clog up the drain.
When I went out onto the patio, Shawna was sitting in a chair, wearing pajama bottoms and a hoodie sweatshirt, with the hood pulled over her head.
I pulled it back and gave her a kiss on the forehead then put it back over her.
In a soft voice Shawna said, "I've got my fucking period, I think it's a day early even."
Sue came out of the house smiling and told Shawna she had hers too, but I took Hanna's advice and Steve fucked me silly in the shower.
Shawna said the Charlie wasn't up yet and besides he was too big when she had her period.
Ruth had come into the patio and said, "I'll lend you Tiny, he's already nailed me this morning after starting my period and he is still horny. Please, go help the man out, he'll bug me to death if I don't do him again."
Shawna got up heading toward Ruth's place saying, "I hope this works and that you have enough hot water."
Hanna came in with Glenda. Hanna was bubbly saying, "Oh boy, got my period, another month that I know I'm all woman. Poor Jim, I wore him out last night and then again this morning. He'll be over later."
Sandy and Mandy came in and asked me if we could ride down to Gene's in a little while so they could watch the tear down. I told them we would go as soon as Gene called to tell me he was in his shop. I had anticipated that they would want to watch.
A little later Shawna showed up with wet hair and a smile on her face. She kissed Ruth saying, "Thank you, I needed that."
Phil and Judy stopped by on their way to Mass. They said they were going over to Clearwater beach later for brunch. They invited anyone who wanted to go with them. Ruth said Tiny and her would join them. They made plans to meet in an hour and a half then left.
Charlie and Jim finally showed up, dragging a little, then Martin came in, saying yesterday was very tiring and an old man like him needed his beauty rest.
My cell phone rang. Gene was calling to let me know that he had donuts and coffee ready at the shop.
We changed clothes while Sandy and Mandy went for their bikes. It only took fifteen minutes to get to Gene's place. We went in and had some coffee and donuts with Gene, his crew chief, and the engineers.
Gene asked if we would help pull the motor. First though one of the engineers climbed into the car, threw the switches then cranked the engine. It fired instantly and ran smooth. He revved it a couple of times then shut it down. We pulled the wire bundles apart, attached the motor hoist to the block, two of Gene's men slid under the car to unbolt the mounts and the housing, while the two girls on top did the same. We had the motor on the stand in less than fifteen minutes.
The engineers were professionals. They dropped the pan and poured the oil into special containers. The whole manifold came off, followed by the heads. They unbolted the rods from the crankshaft and pulled them out of the top of the block. Each part was placed on a special mat they had with a picture of the part. They even took the timing chain off. The fuel system was taken apart as were the heads. It took another hour to use their various micrometers and gauges to check everything to spec.
When they were done one of them said, "That motor is absolutely perfectly spec, not one variance over anywhere. S&S, consider your company certified."
Sandy and Mandy were giving each other a high-five. Gene was going to shake their hands, but found he had two big girls in his arms hugging him.
When the excitement mellowed, Gene said, "How about building me two more motors right away. Do the used one first to see if it's salvageable, then two more. You guys buy the crate this time, I trust you'll buy good ones."
Gene looked at me and asked, "Want me to spread the word or do you want to catch your breath a little."
I looked at the girls and they said it in unison, "Spread it. We'll build 'em."
Gene and I laughed. I shuddered at having to find a couple of more mechanics with the girl's abilities. I'm sure it could be done, and we would do it.
Sue used my phone to call her mom. The decision was "Does she wish us to come to her place or Ben's, or do they want to come to our house.' I nudged Sue to tell her to make sure she knew we had a couple of dykes on bikes with us. Sandy punched my shoulder from one side while Mandy hit me from the other.
"Okay, okay, I'll remember the correct term, carpet munchers, I promise."
That got me two more punches.
While Sue was trying to keep a straight face and not laugh because she was talking to her mom, the girls were hugging me, with Sandy saying, "We'll just throw him down and fuck some brains into him."
Sue was rolling her eyes at us, trying to tell us to hold it down.
It was finally decided that Ben and Beth would come out to the house. I asked Sue to call Ben real quick so I could ask a favor of him.
Sue dialed her uncle then pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it as if it were really strange. She looked at me and mouthed, "Mom answered."
I took the phone and asked for Ben without identifying myself. Ben came on and I asked him if he would bring his own cue with him, as I didn't have a good selection of cues. The only good one was my Meucci and he used a Joss.
I hung up and Sue said, she thought she had finally figured something out.
While we rode back, Sue was telling me that she had often thought that her mom and her uncle were too close for just brother and sister. She said she was almost positive the two of them were getting it on and had possibly been lovers for many years. She even wondered if she was the product of those two.
She told me how her mom and uncle had always been close. Uncle Ben spent most evenings with them and had even taken them on vacations. Since she had been out of the house, her mom and uncle had taken a few trips together. She was convinced they were lovers, and she definitely was feeling she was their product. She said she didn't care one way or the other, they should just live together in Ben's big house and enjoy being whatever they were.
At the house Sue went into overdrive using Glenda, Joan, and Betty to help her clean and straighten the house quickly. It really wasn't dirty, we were both pretty neat. The crew kept the patio nice and neat all the time with the tables washed and the floor clean. Now that the floor was sealed and painted with the giant S&S in the middle, it looked pretty good.
Ruth had the best solution for dinner. She ran up to Publix to buy twenty-five pounds of chicken breasts and some various items to make chicken Marsala. She gave me a recipe to mix up a bunch of seasonings to sprinkle on the chicken before it is grilled.
I made up some Caesar dressing for salads and opened six bottles of wine and stuck them into the beer fridge. We were set.
Ruth and I cleaned the chicken, trimming all the fat off the breasts, then sliced them into halves so the breasts were thin. We started the special Marsala sauce, making it in a giant frying pan. Trying to make dinner for twenty to twenty five people can be a strain. Once that was made and everyone had a taste, we were able to put it aside for later.
Ruth had purchased a very large quantity of asparagus and put it on to cook slowly. She also made a sauce to put on the vegetable. Glenda made a giant pot of rice to put the entree on so we were totally prepared when Ben and Beth pulled up in his Mercedes.
The first thirty minutes were just showing Ben and Beth around the house and the patio. Ben remarked how great our patio was, but wondered about the heat later in the summer. I told him I had an idea for the real hot days so I wasn't worried.
Ben and Beth sat at the bar on our new cushioned bar stools, enjoying their favorite drinks. Sue joined having her favorite rum and Diet Coke with some lime.
More and more of our friends kept showing up. All of them dressed in nice clothes. Glenda had put the word out that we were serving something good, but we were having a formal type of dinner with Sue's mom and uncle. It was strange to see Jim, Charlie, Martin, Tom, and Al in Dockers. Sandy and Mandy had on dresses, with their hair fixed nice. Be still all of our hearts.
When it was time, I fired up the big grille behind the bar, turning on the exhaust fan. Glenda and Ruth had been to Bed, Bath, and Beyond for a table cloth, and had Shawna and Hanna go to Wal-Mart so we had matching dishes and flatware, instead of all the yard sale stuff we usually used. There were real wineglasses on the table, along with glasses of ice water and coffee cups in saucers. Talk about fancy.
Sue and I sat Ben and Beth at the end on one side, with Sue and I facing them. I was on the outside to help serve the chicken on rice and to spoon on the warmed Marsala sauce. Between the girls and I, we were able to get every one served and wine poured quickly so we could eat warm food together. The food was great. There was plenty for everyone who wanted seconds of all the foods. The wine didn't last much past the second full serving.
Throughout dinner, Sue kept up the conversation telling Ben and Beth the successes of this past week. Surprisingly, Ben knew Tiny from some business meeting they both had attended. Ben was impressed to find out that I had hired Tiny as my CFO. After dropping several names of employees, Ben said, "Okay, I have to ask, just how many employees do you have now?"
I looked at him, completely baffled so I admitted, "I have no clue."
"That's not a very good answer from a business owner," Ben said. "The minimum you should know is how many people work for you."
"Since it changes almost everyday, it really isn't important. I can count them and name them all if you want, although I may have hired two more guys this weekend. I just haven't met them yet. They're salesmen and my sales manager, soon to be vice president of sales, is hiring two new road salesmen, along with a couple of more sales assistants. We're kind of covered up with orders lately."
"How much is covered up, seventy, eighty thousand dollars worth of orders, come on that's not covered up."
Almost everyone at the table who had been paying attention to the conversation burst out laughing.
"What's so funny, did I over estimate your orders for the week?" Ben asked.
I tried to be nice, "You underestimated them by quite a bit. We had a pretty good week. We did get a pretty good windfall that probably skews the numbers and we are working a territory that has been neglected for a long time."
"So how much did your new company do?" Ben asked, a little too haughty for Tiny.
"Since I'm the CFO, I'll tell you but I would prefer that you didn't divulge this information. We're proud of our production but would prefer to present a humble appearance. This past week, our first full week with an active sales force, including the orders for all four entities, we have sixty-eight million in confirmed orders. The factories have shipped and we have billed right at thirty-two million, and have already received via direct transfer and credit card a little over seventeen million."
I was stunned. I had no idea. Glad I had a new guy worrying about that stuff.
"No fucking way," Ben said disbelieving.
Beth smacked Ben on the arm, "Watch your mouth, Ben, there are ladies present and our dau ... a ... my daughter is present. You shouldn't use that kind of language."
Tiny was now grinning, "Wanna bet?"
Tiny didn't know it but he had just pulled good ole' Ben's most precious chain.
Ben swelled up, "I'll bet you can't prove that. I'll give you a break, I'll bet you five hundred that you can't show me a tenth of that."
"Make it a thousand and I'll bet my own money."
"Ben," Beth warned, "Sometimes you're too rash, you might be wrong."
Ben stuck his hand across the table to Tiny sitting next to me and said, "Bet."
I asked Ben if he had his money or a checkbook. Tiny could take his credit card at the shop though. Tiny said, "I'll access our account through the Internet. Let's go inside."
We went back to Sue's office and Tiny opened up our account at the bank. He screened up the current activity with the totals of all accounts and showed Ben total deposits of over twenty-two million dollars. There was another six million that was being held till the transfers were confirmed two days later.
"Holy shit, Sue, Steve, how did you do that, are you making any kind of profit?"
Tiny said, "Since we are getting increasingly larger discounts by the day, I'm going to be under on our estimated gross margin but we are making in excess of twenty-eight percent. I think it's going to go over thirty-four, but today it's only twenty-eight."
"What do you think your costs are?"
"At present next to nothing when compared to income. We're going to have to hire at least twelve to fifteen more folks over the next week or two to keep up, so our payroll is going up rapidly. That really isn't a big factor if we can keep orders up. So far, our biggest problem is taking and recording orders and buying equipment to fulfill those orders. Steve also has the other really high profit centers that he is promoting through his Race Car Support division."
"Race Car Support?" asked Ben. "What do you do to support race cars?"
"So far frames, formed sheet metal and, as of this morning, we're an authorized motor builder for NASCAR."
I was getting perturbed over Ben's snooping and doubting everything we were telling him. I thought we should end this.
"Tiny, I think that's enough information for us to divulge today. You have proven to Ben that we are solvent and that we indeed do far more than you wagered over."
Turning to Ben, "So far I have not used any of your family's money. Sue attempted to pay for the building and you set up a payment schedule plus Sue was trying to pay for some of the additions. We used some of our early profits to pay off the note to Sue. We also have paid for all of our expansion to date and we will set aside a reserve for some near future building. So you may manage Sue's money if she desires, but she does not have any personal financial stake other than she is a fifty-percent owner. None of her family money has been used, none. So now that you have seen that my little company is solvent and growing, pay Ben his grand so we can shoot some pool. We have discussed the company sufficiently."
Ben didn't understand, but I think Beth got the idea and guided him out to the family room area where the pool table was.
Beth said she didn't feel well and asked Ben to take her home. He agreed and they left, but not before Ben said he would stop by so he could go over our books in accordance to our loan agreement. I just nodded, knowing it would occur to him that there was no current loan agreement. The contract was null and void. It was going to be a cold day on the equator before he got a shot at our books.
The mood lightened up considerably once they had left. Sue was still fuming, but after a couple of rum and Cokes, she was mellowing out. She asked me if we could go for a ride, to hang out with some real people like we had here at home. Charlie said he was up for a little ride, while Jim said he wanted to veg out so he would be rested for the week to come.
Charlie, Shawna, Sue, and I took off with Charlie heading straight to the clubhouse. The gate guy let us right in, and Hap met us, with beer for us, as soon as our feet hit the ground. We visited, while Sue and Shawna visited with his wife and some of the other women. Hap said he had gone by the storage place but we had already moved. I told him about all of the changes that had occurred and all the new people we had. He was very happy with me. He had a far off look, then came back and walked me away from everyone.
I have a couple of young guys that are trained to do some of the stuff you do. However, they don't have a job and they act a little rebellious when they do apply for work. If you could use them, I can keep them in line. I know you're fair so you would treat them well if they worked hard for you. They need to support themselves and not by selling dope or doing something else stupid.
"Hap, I'll interview them the same as anyone else that applies. I do have some requirements. They would not be able to wear their colors at work. It would be too intimidating to non-bikers to have them show up with their colors. That means they need to come to work in a cage. That will take care of that.
"You know, Hap, men who enjoy their craft are usually not rebellious as long as they are treated with respect. I need welders that are willing to learn my way, guys that are really proud of their work. Clean 'em up and send them over in the morning. I'll test them just like I test every guy that comes through the door. You gotta do this though, if they have bad marks, like prison time or the like, they have to be honest on the application. The insurance folks think that someone who is hiding something, will do crazy shit again."
"Enough serious shit, have another beer before you guys roll on."
Our next stop was big Jim's. Sue made a deal with him for her next turn to supply food. Jim said he only cooked two things, roast pig and good lasagna. Sue said this time would be the lasagna, but the next time he had a pig roast she definitely wanted to be invited.
Charlie said we should go down to the St. Pete club bar to say hi down there. He said that when we went to one place the other always heard about it within the hour. Down there was fun. They were having an amateur-stripping contest that was only supposed to go to the panties.
The hoots and hollers of the audience, as well as the enthusiastic dancers trying to win a hundred-dollar bar tab, brought the girls down to bare bottoms in minutes. Several of the girls and guys tried hard to talk Sue into participating but she declined, saying they wouldn't be able to handle it. Double meaning from Sue on that one.
We made it back to the park about ten-thirty. Shawna and Charlie had a last drink with us. Shawna said that the ride really helps her attitude when she is having her period. I asked her if she knew any more mechanics that could be trained to put out a motor like Sandy and Mandy do. "I do, but they are every bit as strange as Sandy and Mandy. They are the opposite. A couple of guys who really like each other. Everyone, who knows them, respects that they don't bother anyone else and keep to themselves. As far as mechanical ability, Sandy and Mandy said the guys taught them what they know. They have been trying to keep a small shop open, but I think they are going hungry. I'd love to have them in my shop. Would you mind if I hired a gay couple?"
"I thought you did that with Sandy and Mandy, but they just pretend to be that way instead of being permanent partners."
"I'll go see them in the morning. If I'm lucky, they'll have their tools in my shop by noon. You better get them something to work on."
We went to bed exhausted. Sue was over her mad at her uncle and would call him to make sure he didn't embarrass himself trying to be nosy. She said in almost a whisper, "Did you hear what Mom said? She said 'our daughter, ' then corrected herself to 'my daughter.' Do you think Uncle Ben is my real Dad? Time will tell, won't it?"
Sue cuddled up to me, face to face, letting us fall asleep with our lips lightly touching.