Day Fifty-eight - Tuesday
I woke to soft kisses on my face and lips. I don't think any of us moved an inch all night long.
With another sweet kiss, Sue said, "Good morning, husband, I love you more this morning than I did yesterday. I'm going to love you more tomorrow than today. You make me so happy, so fulfilled. I love you."
My lovely wife is hugging me and kissing while I feel the public hair of a naked girl behind me rubbing my butt. The hand that is across my loving wife holding my butt is not that of my wife. Now that is disconcerting.
The girl behind me was kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder. The girl behind my wife was kissing her on her back, as well.
Sue turned to lie on her back and held Mandy to her, kissing her saying, "I love you too, Mandy."
Sandy had turned me on my back and was laying on me, but had leaned over to kiss Sue too, who told Sandy she loved her, as well.
When Sandy settled on top of me, Mandy crawled across Sue and was kissing me, trying to push Sandy off me so she could get a full body hug too.
"Let's get this show on the road. Time for a shower and to get ready for another great day."
While I started the coffee, the three babes must have had a conference, as when I opened the door to the huge shower, the three were lined up, their backs to me, leaning against the wall and presenting me three very nicely rounded butts to explore.
It took me a couple of minutes to caress each of the delicious looking backsides, then I snuggled up to the one on the left and sunk into a very wet Mandy. I thumped her till she grunted and gasped then switched to Sandy on the right, not slamming into her, but giving it to her with some nice body slaps echoing in the shower. When she became weak-kneed from coming, I entered Sue's oily treasure. I slid back and forth slowly, then built up speed till she was gasping and clasping her pussy hard around my dick. The stimulation was complete and I shot her full of my stuff.
I was kissed by all three and thanked for the morning wakeup then we all rushed through washing and dressing for the day. The rain had stopped and every bird in the area was in the yard digging for worms. I told Martin we needed some birdhouses and feeders so we could hear them singing like that every morning.
Everyone had some plans for today, except me. I had to go to the county for some additional licenses that Tiny found out I needed. Our legal eagle had found out about everything and had filled out all the necessary applications for me. All I had to do was to stand in line and exchange my approved paperwork and money for the licenses. In addition, I had the motor vehicle dealer license to hang up in the showroom.
Tiny was having his old accounting firm audit our processes to make sure we were not forgetting anything having to do with regulations, taxes, and employment. They would nit-pick us and we could correct something before it became a problem.
Ruth, Judy, and Glenda were busy with decorating the office cubicles. The cubicle company had sent everything for an eight by eight cubicle. I didn't think that would be spacious enough, so I had the two guys building them put one together for ten feet and one for twelve feet, with two separate desk areas for the inhabitant. I liked that the best and had Tiny and Phil look at it as well. I ended up conceding to ten by ten, but only because the panels would work out for that. The folks would still have enough room for two separate work areas, and it would work out for the room floor space we had.
Abe was interviewing new road technicians, internal assistants, and technicians to be builders in the shop. To me, they all looked good, but he kept some and discarded more. He liked having a doorway into the new office area so he could go and come as he needed to, without walking around to the office area and going through the showroom. He was assigning assistants to cubicles that were close to his access door, with the cubicles farthest away to the traveling technicians. It was looking as if Abe was going to make use of the new facilities the fastest.
Debbie said she had already explained what she did with the auditors and showed them the order entry procedure, along with the total of items that told her when it was time to order. She said they spent most of their time asking about your education and background.
I told Debbie that it was time for me to go home for lunch, so I left for the house after giving Sue a call.
Sue and I went to the gym to use the weights and machines for a little over an hour. We went home, had a quick lunch then went up to the pool for some sun. This was a nice interlude for us during the day. We were able to have a private conversation and give each other our undivided attention for a few minutes. After a hot thirty minutes, we swam hard for fifteen minutes, went back to the house for a quick shower, then back to work.
A check around the shops found everyone working hard on their various projects. Tom had Bob doing a couple of bike frames and he had the prints for a truck frame. Tim was about halfway through building a couple of outlaw frames. Tom was busily checking angles and lengths so the guys could work on through, instead of stopping to double-check. He was acting the part of a good supervisor, keeping close check on all the work while assisting in their productivity.
Shawna had the new pair of militant lesbians unloading their tools. They were not that rough looking, nor did they act like they were going to be a problem.
When I helped with their big tool chest, one of them said, "Who asked you to help. Don't you think we two women can do this?"
"You probably can but if I give you a quick hand you're probably going to get to work faster. I need you building a perfect motor, not straining your backs getting ready to work."
The other one stood up straight with her hands on her hips and stood looking at me. "You must be this Steve guy the Andys are 'Ga-Ga' over. I think we would rather meet your wife from what we hear, but you seem to be an okay guy. Thanks for the help. Just to let you know, I don't care who you are, I don't get on my knees for anybody, and that includes you, boss."
I smiled at her and gave her the okay sign with my thumb and forefinger. She smiled in return.
For a couple of true militant feminists, I thought that went pretty good. I thought it was funny the way the two referred to Sandy and Mandy as the Andys. Sue would get kick out of it too.
Shawna had the motor apart, frowning. She told me that for an almost new motor it was near shot. She said she would have to rebuild it from scratch in order to get it up to our shop standard. I smiled at her and said, I loved that she was perfect. She laughed and went back to work, saying that total rebuilds just add too much time to the job. That's what made her mad.
I went upstairs to the big office and looked to see if a TV had been put into the cupboard across from the desk. Sure enough, a big TV with a VCR and CD player were in there. The bar next to it was well stocked. I looked into the good-sized office fridge and found a big selection of beer and soda along with ice and water. This could be a nice place to hole up in when I needed a place to think.
While sitting in the big comfortable chair, I made a few notes on the pad on the desk, trying to put an idea I had into perspective. I called Gene and asked him if he knew a driver that had retired and perhaps still needed a job. A crew chief would be good, perhaps even better. He gave me some names and phone numbers. I told him a little of my idea and he thought it had merit and could see how we might be welcomed at a track on race day.
Knowing the dimensions of a big trailer, I jotted down space requirements and decided that if we took an existing cargo trailer, and designed how we wanted it to look, we might get a better reception.
I called the crew chief that Gene had recommended. Since he lived in Tampa, I asked him to drop by after he had talked to Gene. I had an idea how he might get involved with racing again without being under the strain of being a crew chief.
An hour later I was still puttering at the big desk when Debbie showed a guy in the door, introducing him as the guy I had talked to on the phone.
I came around the desk and had him sit at the table. I offered him a drink, soda, beer, whatever. He said he would enjoy a beer, so I got him a beer and a bottle of water for me.
I didn't do any getting to know you stuff and barged right into my idea. We would make a truck into a type of retail store for race car teams. We would have a couple of NASCAR certified engines, lots of sheet metal, and maybe a frame. We would carry an assortment of items that crews had to scrounge for at the last minute such as fuel bladders, special tools, gauges, nuts and bolts, and brake, steering, and suspension components. If someone wrecked, we could supply most everything they would need, even some things they wouldn't need, but would want anyway. I figured one engine sale would buy the truck, trailer, and the people to man it for a month. We would have a little gas golf cart that they could drive around to the different teams and hand out brochures of what was available.
While explaining this, I said that a recognized crew chief would give our store credibility. If a car wrecked or blew an engine during time trials or practice, our store would be right there to help put the car back together.
I asked him what he thought. He said that most teams carry some sheet metal, but often wait till they get back to their own shop to put new sheet metal on. He did say that several of the items I had talked about were always being traded or bought from each other. He said that if the teams knew they could just walk up and carry it away, they would probably buy it direct.
He said that the only way to know would be to experiment. I told him that I was willing to try by building a rolling store and taking it to the big races for the rest of the season. I also told him that if this works, I would have more truck stores serving the other race venues, such as truck races that were held at a different track. That way a trailer could have race vehicle specific items.
He said that he didn't think that the store would really pay for itself. When I agreed with him, he looked at me strangely. By getting us in front of all the teams, using the ones who have bought from us as referrals, we can draw more business from all the different makes. So far, I sell a ton of Chevy stuff. I have just started selling Dodge components, but no Ford product has been requested. My thoughts were to have two Chevy engines and one Dodge motor on the trailer. I could probably get an appropriate Ford crate and build it to spec, but they may be tough to get into as a group. I'll just let them ask me for one before I build it. I will have sheet metal for all three, though.
To do this right, if you were to do this you would need a partner. I'm sure you know of a crewman that has retired but would still like to be a part of race day.
He nodded.
So, if you want to do this, you and I will agree on a salary, you would need to get a hold of the guy you're thinking of, then help me design and stock the store. You know what components and tools we would need to carry.
The man got excited, so I had Tiny call the big truck leasing company with the racing background, then I called the trailer company for a trailer to modify. I gave the trailer company a P.O. and the company credit card and asked them to deliver it.
The ex-crew chief's name was Gary, and the crewman he contacted was Sam. When Sam arrived, I sent them both to Tiny so they could work out a salary. I never knew what was fair.
Tiny came in and asked me for a brief rundown of what I was doing. He nodded then went back to Gary and Sam.
Next door, or rather down the street, was a golf cart sales company. I walked over to them and told them what I wanted. They showed me a couple of models and I settled on one that looked like a small pickup truck. This would be perfect to haul sheet metal. I paid for the overgrown toy and drove it straight to Shawna. I told her what it was going to be used for and that we should number it something like four nines or four zeros, but to paint it up with our Logo as if were a race car. She said she would have Hank give it a base coat and she would work on it from there.
The two guys were making a long list in the big office. I got them both another beer, gave them a big pad of graph paper, and drew a little design where most of the side of the trailer hinged to go up, making a canopy, while the bottom part hinged down to display parts, tools, and toys. We would use a register with a credit card hookup, using a cell phone. That should do it.
Debbie called to tell me the new trailer was out back and that our Penske truck was also there. I asked the two guys if either had experience driving a big truck and they both laughed. They both still had current licenses. I measured the trailer and wrote down all the parts that I would need to reinforce the trailer side after making the side into an awning. It wasn't going to be that difficult but it would require some tricky welding.
Son of a gun, I do that kind of thing.
I told the guys to check out the tractor to make sure that it had everything they needed. They said it did, but asked if they were going to be expected to live in it when at the track.
"Nope, you guys can close up at night or, if you think you can sell more, take turns sleeping to keep the store open. You can stay in a motel nearby so you can use the little gas truck over there to go back and forth."
We took a tour through the shops, showing them the frame and sheet metal shops. When we went into the motor shop, there was a giant poster of Gene, his driver, and the car that had won Sunday's race. Gary and Sam couldn't get over the idea that we were building that many engines at the same time.
Gary said that Gene had told him we had one of the best motor shops in the industry. I told the guys we were a little back-ordered, but we would be in good enough shape to send them out with motors. While I was there, I asked Shawna to get two Chevy and a Dodge crates put together for me, with a full complement of NASCAR add-ons.
I told the guys to come back in the morning and begin setting up the truck. I found Hank and asked him if he were artistic. He said he was pretty good, not as good as Shawna, but not bad. I told him the job was going to be tough, but it needed to be done. I wanted the trailer painted a bright blue, then we were going to put random scenes of racecars and trucks on it, along with our logo in huge letters. I explained how the one side would be up in the air on folding poles as an awning while another part would fold down as a display mat. That part would need to be painted as well. All of the inside should be painted a solid white but he could do that after I opened the side.
I went to Home Depot and purchased thirty of the biggest hinges they had. I bought several long pieces of aluminum angle. I bought two hundred feet of three-quarter inch aluminum pipe.
I uncovered the big welding truck and used Tim to help me. We snapped three lines then used one of those laser things to make sure the lines were level. I attached fifteen hinges on the bottom line, then fifteen hinges to the top line with the welders. Next, I used the aluminum angle to reinforce the top at each end and at the middle. Once I felt it was strong enough, I used the portable gas rig and used it to cut the middle line from end to end. I cut the bottom line having to score around the hinges as I went. I was pleased when I was done that the side swung down immediately. I then mounted the poles, with hinges, to the sides where the awning would need to be held up. I elected to have three poles to see if they would hold it. I had to use a ladder inside the truck but I cut the line at the top, all the way down the side.
Before trying to put the side up in the awning position I used the cutter and sliced out a groove on the aluminum pipe. I fit the pipe over the exposed cut that I had made on the bottom, as it was really sharp. I tacked it on at first, then sighted it to make sure it looked straight. I then attached more grooved pipe on the edge of the area that folded down and also sighted it to confirm it was straight. Then came the fun part. Using special wire, I welded a smooth bead from one end to the other. There was a weld on both sides of the trailer wall for the top and the bottom. I went for Tom and he helped me open the side of the trailer and prop it up on the three poles. Luck was with me, as the three poles would be plenty of support. I made sure the center brace was welded in firmly, then got out a grinder and cleaned up the welds so they were smooth. The trailer was ready for paint.
I told Hank that he could start anytime and, while I cleaned up, he brought out a portable compressor and a several gallon cans of paint that had just been delivered. He painted the top ends and closed side then had us close the opened sides so he could paint those too.
When he came out he said he would not paint the bottom as we needed to deck it with heavy duty plywood so we could build on it, as the trailer floor was so thin that we would punch a hole in it in a short time.
Abe came out to help Hank, as he had to use a forklift with a cage to paint the outside of the trailer. Hank said he would give it another coat in the morning.
I ran back to Home Depot and purchased enough marine plywood to cover the floor, along with some screws to anchor the plywood to the aluminum and steel floor braces. I didn't have a saw so I bought a circular saw, as well. The floor didn't take any time at all. I thought that I would carpet it with some of that indoor/outdoor carpet. It would look nice.
I found the contractor inside and told him that I wanted the carpet guys to put carpet in the trailer out back. He said it would be done first thing in the morning.
Shawna found me and said she wanted to do the tractor. She said she would stay tonight and do it. Hank was going to stay with her to help and learn how to use the airbrush. We pulled the big tractor into the paint booth so it could be painted without dust flying around.
Hank asked if we had any big lights that he could use to work on the trailer. I didn't, but the contractor did. The contractor set him up with enough light to make the whole block daylight bright.
The whole shop was still hanging around because I was still there. I told them they could all go home, as this was a special project I wanted to try out as soon as possible. That's why the push.
We all went home to beer and supper. Charlie, Sue, Debbie, and I went down to the shop with food for our painters. I was in shock when I saw the trailer. On both sides and on the back was our logo, and on the sides there were also some flowing lines of varying colors of blue that gave the appearance of wind flowing. There was a neat cartoon of a frame chasing a motor and pieces of sheet metal on both sides of the truck. In bold letters across the bottom was printed "S&S Engineering, Inc. Race car Support Division." Pretty classy.
Shawna said to come look at the tractor. She made the tractor look like a race car complete with all of the decal looking things. Instead of a number, she had our logo and our eight hundred-telephone number. Above the driver's door she had painted "Carl" and said she really didn't know his last name or the other guys name yet. She could fix it later if I wanted.
She wiggled her finger at me to come to the back paint booth. The little truck was really dolled up with our logo and all the usual racing decals. Again she used our logo instead of a number. I had an idea that I should get them a cell phone and put the cell phone number on the little truck. That way they could be called to see if they had a part. I mentioned it to Debbie who said she would take care of it.
If we could get all the parts on the truck, and design some cabinets inside, we could be at a race this weekend. If nothing else it was all good advertising.
The time was getting late, so I encouraged Hank and Shawna to call it a day. We locked up and headed home to eat some more and enjoy a few beers with everyone.
By ten, everyone was gone, the patio cleaned up, and I was watching three women get ready for bed. Tonight we only played a little while and were sound asleep before eleven.