Day Six - Saturday
Don't know why, but I didn't have a hang over, not even queasy. I made coffee then went out to the patio. I cleaned up the empties and put them in the recycle bin then sat down to enjoy my morning's coffee.
I was sitting there thinking of the previous night when J.J. came running over. "Good morning Steve. Mom wants you to have breakfast with us. Come on, she's making pan cakes."
I went inside and refilled my cup then followed J.J. to his house. The kitchen was busy with four kids and Kathy fixing pancakes. When I came in, Kathy looked shyly at me but smiled real big. She was wearing her giant terry cloth robe. I went to her and gave her a hug and kiss then turned to see the kids all looking and giggling at each other.
Barbara was looking at me smiling then she closed her eyes and puckered up giving me a giant air kiss. When she opened her eyes she broke up in giggles. Kathy saw Barb's antics the laughed and blushed.
I sat with Kathy and the kids to ate. Kathy thanked me for last night and said she thought we might have ended our night a little early. Either that or we should have been more active in the tub. We laughed at that while the kids wondered what we were talking about. When everyone was done, they said they were on their way to the recreation building for the summer Saturday play class. J.J. was the leader and shepherded them down the street. Kathy and I cleaned the table and washed the dishes discussing the previous night.
When I said I needed to leave to help Charlie this morning, Kathy came up to me and hugged me then turned her head up to me for a kiss. The kiss became hot and demanding. Kathy pulled back then started tugging me down the hallway to the big bedroom.
Kathy's robe was on the floor instantly as were my clothes. We were quickly glued to each other rolling around fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle should. This time I fucked her good then made love to her. I kissed every inch of her, softly stroked her entire body, bit softly all the tender places that need bit and poked fingers into all kinds of private places. Kathy was in orgasm heaven when we joined the second time. This time we just kept sliding together until the ultimate moment overcame us.
As we lay on our backs, Kathy rolled to me and hugged me, throwing a leg over mine. "Steve, I have to tell you something. Jake was really the only man to ever make me feel that special way until yesterday, you made everything click. You scared me. You scared me so bad I wanted to hide from you. When I woke up this morning, I heard your voice telling me we were going to be special friends for a long time. For whatever reason that comforted me, made me know you were the one to make me whole, more complete for whatever my future is. You just did it to me again. You brought me to my utopian feelings again and again just now. I love you and I don't. I want to be with you but I don't want you for a husband. I don't know whether I'll ever want a husband again. I sure hope you understand all this cause I sure don't."
"You just put into words everything that has been going through my mind. You and me baby," I said like an old movie star. "We're gonna be lovers. We're gonna enjoy each other for as long as we can. It's for life Kathy, we're best friends for life."
"Best fucking friends I hope," Kathy giggled. "Now get out of here and go help Charlie. Better watch out for that little red head or she'll be having you for her break."
I went home had another cup of coffee then showered and drove my truck to the bike shop. Saturday must be a good day for them as the parking lot was full of cars, trucks and bikes. Jan and Dell were busy helping lots of customers as they were opening boxes of merchandise. Shawna saw me and waved me back to the shop.
I asked Charlie if today was going to be too busy for me to work on his stuff he told me what I was going to do was more important.
Charlie had a workbench cleared for me. I walked over to the oven to turn it on and found it hot. "The cracked head is already in there. Set up your welding equipment the way you want then we'll pull the head. I asked for some pot metal to test my flame. First I heated up the scrap cast aluminum with mostly gas and no oxygen. When I could tell the metal was getting close to melting, I started trying to make some drips run off onto a metal plate I had laid there. This was going to be tricky.
I pulled the head out of the heater and set it up sideways on a stand so I could get at the crack. I put the flame where it needed to be gradually working closer so I could get the weld to meld the crack. Since the metal was hot, I was able to work it pretty well. I turned the head over and discovered the weld had almost gone completely through. With very little effort I was able to finish sealing the cracks and then recreate the ridge on the head where a new hole had to be tapped.
Now the real tricky part. I put that head back in the oven and took out the other. Charlie had some old pieces of head lying around that I was going to use for brazing material. The first thing I did was to get the junk metal near melting then get the area where the seat was to go starting to melt. I was actually recasting the heads. I didn't know how well it would work but if it did, I will have saved some fifty-year-old equipment to have another life.
It took me two hours and four different heating intervals to build up the valve seat area enough so it could be machined to accept a commercial seat and guide. It looked like it might work.
I heated up the pan head cases then welded the cracks. I was getting pretty good at doing these. It was still scary as a cast case could explode any second. Completely destroying some salvageable equipment.
I finished and cleaned up the welding equipment then swept up all the debris and dust from welding. When I was done I took off my gloves and stretched. I was hungry.
Dell was looking over the work I had done on the heads, "I didn't think they could be fixed. If this works I'm going to start looking for old heads. Those things are work a fortune."
He came over to me and shook my hand, "you are one damn good craftsman. That is some fine work. Hope you stay around cause I can never find anyone to do the delicate stuff. Can you wrench? I could use another guy."
"I'm not a mechanic Dell," I said honestly. "I'm just a welder. A welder on vacation."
Jan came back to the shop and said there was a couple pizzas up front. Come and get it. They had probably twenty pizzas out there with canned coke and beer for all the Saturday customers milling around. Charlie and I ate our fill then Charlie announced that he and I were going to Billy's, whoever Billy was. The others understood so Charlie packed up the heads and the cases and told me we would use my truck to go to Billy's.
Ten minutes later we were in a shop within a group of shops in what was kind of like storage buildings. This was a machine shop, with some classy looking equipment. The oil company's all had good machine shops so I was familiar with good equipment. There was a skinny guy with a gimpy leg named Billy that was working on making some molds for plastic injection.
When he finished what he was doing, he turned to us, "okay Charlie, introduce me and let's see this special project you were talking about."
Billy looked over both heads very carefully until he finally lifted one up and said, "I think this is the one that was cracked."
Charlie grinned and said he was right but was glad it took him so long to figure it out. "Do you think you can grind out the seat area so new seats can be pressed in tight?"
Billy inspected what he needed to do and finally answered, "I don't see any problem. When I start routing the hole and seat, I'll know whether the metal is good or not. That will be the test." Billy started clearing his big computerized machine. "Hang on, I have the program ready for this. Let me set it up and we'll watch it for a few minutes to see how the metal cuts."
Billy flipped switches, installed bits and routers at various places on his machine then set the head in place with multiple clamps using micrometers to measure miniscule movements. Billy squirted a little oil on the metal and then the bits then pushed the start button. The big machine delicately touched the area to be cut with the various tools cutting tiny slivers with each pass. A human would not be able to do it. This computerized machine could and did.
After almost a half-hour, Billy pushed the stop button then started measuring the cuts that had been taken. Then he took what looked like a kitchen measuring spoon of the slivers of metal over to a microscope and spread them over the viewing slide. A couple of minutes later he raised up smiling.
"Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. This is going to work," Billy exclaimed. "If the other head tests out the same, I'll have these for you Monday morning. You have my cases?"
Charlie pulled the pan head cases out and handed them to Billy. He went over them with a magnifying glass, then used his micrometer to measure the main bearing seat. Billy looked up at me and asked, "you do this?"
I nodded.
"Good work. I'll have some more for you to do soon. What do I owe you for the cases, will two fifty be okay?" Billy was pulling out his big wallet on a chain.
"That's too much. How about giving me fifty and give Dell fifty for the use of his shop and stuff," I said thinking that fifty should be plenty.
"Dell owes me too much for giving him money to use his shop. You take the hundred and I'll owe you. Need something machined? I'll do it for you."
"Okay, thanks Billy. Actually I was helping Charlie out and wasn't trying to get commercial on you," I said shaking his hand.
Charlie and I headed back to Tampa V-twin with him lecturing me on the way, "you know that was too cheap. Two fifty for as good a job as you did on those cases would have been a bargain. Next time, just take the money."
I just shook my head, "Charlie, I'm on vacation. I'm doing a couple of guys favors that's all."
"Well," Charlie said as we were pulling into the bike shop, "Shawna, Kathy and I may convince you to stay here instead of going back out on an oil rig. If we do, you're going to need to make a living. You're talented enough to do it, you just work too cheap is all."
Inside the shop Dell had some big blue prints out and was checking over some metal bars laid out on the floor. "Hey Steve, you ever weld magnesium?"
"Yeah, we use that stuff on oil rigs because it's strong but extremely light weight. You don't usually have to re-weld anything on magnesium as it melds so well. Hardly ever cracks or breaks," I said looking at the blue print.
Dell pointed at the blue print then said, "look at this and tell me how much you would charge to make this."
"Looks like some kind of motorcycle frame," I said.
Jan had walked up at that point and said, "it is a motorcycle frame. A dirt drag bike frame. I'm forever killing frames and I'd like to have a tougher, lighter weight frame to win some races with."
I stared at the print for a bit then asked Shawna if she had a pencil and pad. I wrote down all the pertinent numbers then measured the raw material he had. He had plenty so I took a piece to his pipe cutter and cut off two, two- inch long pieces. Going over to his Mig machine I checked over the equipment then set up the two pieces of pipe with vice grips. I turned the machine on then pulled down my hood. I slowly drew a bead around the two pieces in a continuous arc, keeping the ridge to a minimum.
I shut off everything and put it away then took a hand file to smooth the ridge. I took the solid piece off the stand then went to a vice and tried to compress it. I couldn't do it, so I put one end into the vice and tightened it down then took a four pound hammer and hit it as hard as I could. Nothing happened. I had Charlie hit it a couple of times and he couldn't break the weld.
Turning to Dell I said, "you bought some good raw material but you don't have any raw flat metal to make up these other parts."
"You can't make those out of the pipe?" Dell asked.
"You just saw what we were doing. Do you think I can hammer it down? I could try your metal brake to see if it will flatten but I doubt it. Those tubes are manufactured to not flatten or kink. As it is, we're going to have use some intense heat to bend the bars where we need to," I explained.
Dell sighed, "okay what size, how thick, and how much do I need."
I took my notes and wrote down the size of the blank plate that would be needed saying there was just one thickness used on the print throughout. Dell said he had seen that and figured a flattened pipe would work. I told him, I didn't think the plate we would need should cost more than forty dollars. He was saying, "yeah sure. Those pipes were like two hundred a piece."
I was staggered, "Dell, can get your money back on the pipe not used?"
He looked at me, "I think so, let me call."
"Let me call and make sure of the price before you ask for a return," I said thinking I was correct but wanting to make sure.
Ten minutes later Dell was gladly paying a twenty- percent restocking fee. My supplier was twenty-five percent of what Dell had paid. My guy threw in a new pipe bender he had that was used in conjunction with heat to bend the mag pipes. He even included the freight.
Dell came back and looked at me, "okay, again. How much you gonna charge me to put this together?"
I looked at the prints again then thought about it before finally answering. "Dell, I made twenty-seven hundred and fifty dollars a week plus clothes, room and board on the rigs. Of course that was for seven days, twelve hours a day. This is probably going to take at least a week but I'm not going to work twelve hours a day on it unless you want to give me the twenty-seven hundred. You're not going to be giving me clothes and probably not feeding me three times a day so I think I would do this for you for about fifteen hundred."
Jan was smiling, "deal. When can you start."
"As soon as we get the raw material. I need another copy of this print before it gets messed up so we need to take it to one of those blueprint copy shops.
Dell was sitting on a shop stool, "that's pretty high, fifteen hundred. Can't you do it cheaper than that?"
"Sure Dell, I could but to make it perfect, no. To do it right, no. I'm on vacation. If I wanted to make money, I could go back to the rigs and make twenty-seven hundred a week. Probably more now that my rating is up and my longevity has increased. Have you priced this with anyone else? Someone else might be cheaper."
Charlie was laughing his ass off. Shawna was sniggering and Jan was shaking her head with her hand over her eyes. Jan looked up at Dell and said, "tell him Dell, tell him the truth you cheap fucker before I do."
"The race car shop here in town said they could do it for about four grand but it would take at least a month. They said there could be over-runs because of how precise it needs to be," he said this a little red faced.
"You're right Charlie, I'm too cheap. I need an agent if I'm going to do nothing but specialized work," I said getting ready to head out to my truck.
Dell jumped off his stool and asked, "where you going?"
"Home," I said. "I can't do anything else here till the raw material gets here. Is there something else you need?"
"I guess not," Dell said. "I just didn't want you to leave then not come back."
Charlie jumped in, "and he's only going to charge you fifteen hundred, right?""
"Well it's Saturday and I'm planning on relaxing a little. See you guys later. I'm going to the store for some steaks," I said as I left.
As I was getting into the truck, Shawna came out and asked if she could come along. I said sure and she jumped in. We drove to the Kash and Karry that was the closest store. I bought a bunch of veggies and the steak along with some milk and another case of beer. Shawna had grabbed a cart and was busily filling it up with regular groceries.
Shawna was commenting, "I never get to grocery shop because we're always on the bike and I'm usually at the shop till late except when we plan on doing stuff like we did last night so we always end up eating take out something or getting a microwave dinner. With some food in the house, we can eat a meal for a change. Are you good at cooking a steak?"
"I like what I cook," I said.
"How about you cooking our steaks and I'll make broccoli and some baked potatoes and we can eat together. How about it?" Shawna asked.
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said smiling at thought of all my new friends.
On the way home we went by the bike shop so Shawna could tell Charlie to be home by six for steak. He assured her he would be there before that.
I took Shawna's steak and put it with mine. I doctored it up with my special seasoning and Worcestershire sauce and let it marinate. I showered, put on some shorts and a T-shirt then went out to get the grille ready. About five fifteen, I started the charcoal so it would be ready for the steaks by quarter to six. I drug my table out to the patio along with three good chairs. I set the table and put wineglasses out for a surprise. I had a real good bottle of red wine for steaks. I pulled a bunch of lettuce for salads and got that ready then popped a beer.
At five thirty, I heard Charlie roar in. Five minutes later he was walking over dressed like me in shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. His hair was still wet from the shower. I gave him a beer and he plopped into a lawn chair. Charlie said that Shawna told him the veggies and potatoes would be over in about five minutes so I put the steaks on the grille and covered it. Just as I was about to flip the steaks, Shawna showed up with her stuff. I gave her a beer and put the salads on the table. We both told Charlie to come to the table for his salad.
By the time we had eaten the salad the steaks were ready. We stuffed ourselves with big steaks, baked potatoes, veggies and drank our wine.
"Damn, you'd make somebody a good wife," Charlie groaned rubbing his belly. "That's the best dinner we've had in months. Take lessons Shawna, so we can do that again."
"We don't have a grille Charlie," Shawna said. "Get one and I'll try. But why get one right away with Steve over here. We'll just buy the meat and I'm sure he'd be willing to cook up what we brought as long as he gets a free meal."
"I can do that. I don't think I want to eat steak every day but I know how to barbecue ribs and chicken too. We'll have to get some chicken soon as I love hot wings," I was saying wistfully.
Martin and Glenda came over and sat in the lawn chairs. Glenda commented, "it's sure is good to have a neighbor with a covered patio. We all seem to congregate over here."
I got up and brought out five cans of Bud for every one then quickly picked up the dishes and took them into my sink. When I sat back down I said, "Shawna, we didn't think about desert. We should have bought something."
"I have just the thing," Glenda said and got up to go to her place. When she returned she had a big chocolate cake, plus a hand full of paper plates and plastic forks.
"Oh Glenda, I love you," said Charlie drooling over the cake.
Shawna was equally happy, "I love chocolate, especially chocolate cake."
Glenda cut and served everyone, which required another round of beer.
Shawna said for the rest of us to sit and relax, that she was going to wash the dishes real quick. When I told her not to worry, she said she was going to make helping fix supper worth my while and went in. Glenda followed her and us guys could hear the dishes being rattled around inside.
'I heard how Glenda and Shawna made up last night," Martin said. "I'm glad those two got together. They're both a little kinky and they will enjoy each other."
Charlie said, "yeah, Shawna told me this morning how they got together. Seems your ole' lady was spying on her and Steve thinking the two of them were going to get a quickie. When they didn't, Glenda got up closer and what she heard made her talk to my red head."
We drank our beer then I asked if anyone wanted to go to Busch Gardens with Kathy's clan and I Sunday. Charlie spoke up, "man, I'd love to do that. It's been a long while since we've been there. Shawna just loves that place. How about you Martin, want to come?"
"Naw, not tomorrow. Glenda and I are going over to Abe's for a barbecue. Next time," Abe said.
"I better go across the street to make sure they know we're going tomorrow," I said jumping up to go across the lane road.
I knocked on the door and again the blinds moved an inch then the door was thrown open by J.J., "hey Steve, want to come in?"
"Let me talk to your Mom a minute okay?" I said as he pulled me inside then turning to Kathy who was standing in the kitchen at the sink.
"Mom, Steve wants to talk to you," J.J. said while walking back to the couch in front of the TV.
Ben, Carl and Barbara who were intercepting me passed J.J. The two boys gave me a hug but Barb wanted to be picked up. Kathy said, "my goodness you guys, let Steve be a second. Barb you're too big to be climbing up a man like that."
"No she's not, are you Barb. All kids need to be held sometimes," I said this while giving Barb a hug then setting her back on her feet. The kids were all satisfied so they went back to living room area.
"What's up Steve?" Asked Kathy.
"How about we go to Busch Gardens tomorrow?" I asked thinking it would be a perfect day for it.
"I don't know Steve, its not the right time of the month," Kathy said sort of looking down and away.
"Oh," I said sadly, "if you're monthlies get you down too much, I can understand that. I could still take the kids."
"You don't understand, Steve," she lamented. "I can't afford to go this time of the month. I have to plan for big expenses like that."
"Big expenses? It might cost you some gas money to drive us there but I can chip in on that. I'm taking you; you're not taking me. That means tomorrow would free and fun," I said smiling.
"Well not free, you have to pay for it and I don't want you spending all your money so you have to leave to go back to work so fast."
"Not to worry. I'm pretty well fixed right now and some money keeps coming in. I've even got a big job to do for Dell next week," I was trying to convince her, "so, are you coming with us tomorrow or what?"
"Just us?" Kathy asked.
"Charlie and Shawna want to come to if that's all right," I said. "Martin and Glenda said they were going to Abe's for a barbecue."
Kathy gave me a big hug and kept her head on my chest. She raised her head and kissed me then turned toward the living room, "you guys want to go to Busch Gardens tomorrow?"
There was a simultaneous roar, "yeah, Busch Gardens, we're going to Busch Gardens, yeah."
"That answers that," I said. "Let's start out at ten in the morning so we can have a big day?"
"We'll be ready. I'll get the kids clothes ready right now. If you want, you could come by later, maybe around ten? The kids should be in bed by then," Kathy said with her head down but her eye's looking up.
"Perhaps. I might go for a ride in a bit to see what's going on. If I don't get back too late, I'll stop by."
Kathy gave me another hug then a kiss with a ton of promise.
As I was going through the living room, little Barb gave me another big air kiss causing both Kathy and I to laugh.
As I was coming back across the street an old Ford pickup was slowly driving down the lane. When I went to the patio, Charlie was saying, "that looked like Jeff in that truck. It isn't his truck but it looked like him driving."
"If you really think it was Jeff, I'll go call the cops. Steve, you need to get a phone. There are times when you need one, like right now." Martin was saying.
"Whoever it was, didn't stop so we may be worrying about nothing," I said then turned to Charlie. "I was thinking of taking a ride into Big Jim's and check out what's going on. You up for that?"
"Sure, Shawna's gonna want to come along too. Hap called and wants me to come by and bring you along. We can stop by to see what he wants on the way." Charlie said still sitting, enjoying his.
"That trucks coming back," Martin said as he got up to go toward his trailer.
"Damn, that is Jeff," Charlie said as he stood up watching the truck stop in front of Kathy's place.
An unshaven slovenly dressed fat guy got out of the pickup. He had something in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was as I was starting to hurriedly walk over to Kathy's with Charlie following.
The guy started to bang on Kathy's door just as I approached. "Whatcha need buddy?" I asked as I closed the distance between us.
The guy swung around but still not showing what he had in his hand, "none of your fucking business, now get lost."
"That's no way to talk. If you're name's Jeff, then you best leave before the cops get here. I heard you get in trouble for being out here," I said this while right in front of him but lower as he was on the second step going up to Kathy's door.
"You sonofabitch," he said as he swung his hand around with a pistol in it.
I was ready for something like this and hit him as hard as I could between his legs. The gun flew up in the air and the guy keeled over almost on top of me. I stepped away and watched him fall clutching his balls through his jeans.
Charlie started to pick up the pistol but I waved him away from it saying, "better leave it for the cops. Let's just watch this guy till they get here."
Kathy opened the door and looked out with a terrified expression, "did you kill him?"
"Steve just hit him in the balls hard enough to make him a soprano," Charlie said.
Martin came jogging up with a big automatic in his hand. We could hear sirens coming our way. I told Martin to put his piece away and when Jeff started to move around on the ground, I put my foot on his head and told him to stay put if he wanted to stay healthy.
A minute later, two county sheriff's cars pulled up lights blazing. Both deputies jumped out of their cars and came over with their hands on their gun butts.
Charlie, Martin and I showed the cops our hands as they were asking what was going on.
"Seems this guy was going to cause this lady some trouble. She has a restraining order against him and he's broken it before. This time, I'll file charges as he turned on me with that pistol under that big guys foot." I said this pointing at the pistol.
The cop went over then picked the pistol up with a pen from his pocket and looked at it making the comment that the gun was loaded.
"What did you do to him?" The deputy asked.
Charlie spoke up, "when this Jeff guy turned with the gun, Steve hit him in the balls so hard the gun flew up into the air and he fell to where he is right now."
The other deputy told me to take my foot off the guy's head and pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him. Looking up at Kathy he asked her, "you know this man?"
"He is Jeff Barlow," Kathy said. "I have a restraining order on him to not get anywhere near me or my kids. He's probably on probation now as he was just put in jail for breaking the order. This is the third time. You might want to check, but I think he is a convicted felon. That gun should keep him in jail this time."
"We'll check that out in a minute. Let me get this guy in the back of the car then we'll take your statements."
The two deputies put the gun in a bag and Jeff in the car then came back to us with some clipboards.
"So what do you have to do with this. What brought you over here?" The one deputy asked.
"I live across the street. Kathy and her kids are my friends. We were on my patio," I paused and waved at now half the neighbor hood standing there, "when Charlie recognized Jeff go driving by. When the truck came back by and stopped we felt we should help to make sure Kathy and her kids were safe."
"I called 911," Martin volunteered, "then came back over just in time to see it was all over except you guys getting here."
"Is that how it happened?" The other deputy asked Charlie.
"Yeah it is," Charlie answered. "Steve here has some balls going against some big guy he don't know. When the gun came out, I was scared but Steve didn't waste anytime worrying about it. He just splammed the guy between the legs and that was all she wrote."
"Ma'am," the deputy looked up at Kathy with her four kids standing behind her, "what did you see."
"Actually nothing," Kathy said. "There was a knock on the door but before we could get to it, Jeff was already on the ground."
"Any of you guys touch the gun?" The deputy asked looking around.
We shook our heads mumbling "No."
"Let me get all your names and addresses. Let me see some identification and you," he was pointing at me, "I'll need you to sign the charge for the felony gun assault. You may have to come down to the court later."
The deputies finished up then called a tow truck to haul the pickup away. When they searched it, they found a bunch of crystal meth and some crack along with an open beer. Those finds were worth a few more charges.
I gave Kathy a hug and told her to get the kids in bed early so they would all be rested for a big day. She said she wanted to come with us and went across the street to ask Glenda if she minded putting the kids to bed. Kathy came right back and said she would be ready in a couple of minutes.
I went back to my patio to find the table and chairs were already back in the trailer. Charlie asked me if I was ready to hit the streets so I pulled the bike from the shed then changed clothes into some jeans, a Tampa V-twin T-shirt and boots. Kathy came across the street in jeans and halter then we met Charlie with Shawna on the back of his bike.
We were feeling pretty good as we roared down Florida then cut across to Nebraska Avenue to go into the street where the bike clubhouse was. At the gate we went through the same routine of the guy talking to Charlie then leaving and coming back to let us in. We parked where we had before, then gate guy walked us back to where Hap was sitting.
Hap waved at some chairs and told us to sit. A guy wearing a prospect vest handed us cans of cold Bud. "Steve? I have a couple of bike frames that need welding. Do you think you could come by to do that for us?"
"I don't have any equipment but if you do, I could do it," I answered taking a drink of my beer.
"That's a problem. We don't have any welding equipment either. I thought you had some," Hap said.
"I worked on oil rigs and platforms out in the ocean. The companies always provided the equipment and materials for me. I'm really on a vacation right now so I haven't given any thought to buying any equipment."
"You should," Hap smiled. "This area needs somebody to weld up bike frames and anything else that needs welding."
Hap turned to Charlie, "think we could ask Pop if we could use his stuff?"
"Probably," Charlie said, "Steve already did a job out there and Pop thought he did a good job. You ask him so he doesn't get upset with me. You know how he feels when you guys are flyin'."
"I guess we could haul the bikes out there in a truck. That way we wouldn't be wearin' our colors. Pop should be okay with us," Hap was nodding. "Hey, I was talking to Whitey and he said his frame is cracked too but he didn't want to have to tear down his whole bike to just weld the frame, can you weld a frame with it still full of shit Steve?"
"Depends on where the crack is and how close something flammable is. I'm used to working in explosive areas."
"I'll tell him. Whitey may want to meet us out at Pop's. Thanks for coming out Steve. Where are you guys headed?" Hap was dismissing us.
"We're going over to Big Jim's then maybe take a ride across the causeway to stop at the Shack. Just trying to show Steve around," Charlie answered standing up.
"Steve, think about coming around more often. Be a part of our parties a little." Hap turned to a girl sitting behind him, "Sandy, go get me a support T-shirt. Steve needs to have one." He turned back to me and said, "next time you come out, wear the shirt and you can come by yourself, you won't need Charlie."
I nodded, accepted the T-shirt then we went to our bikes and took off.
Kathy was talking to me telling me I needed to pick up some saddlebags. I agreed, as there wasn't any place to carry anything. The girls didn't have purses so I stuffed the shirt down between the seat and the tank.
Jim's was busy on a Saturday night. We had a beer there then Charlie announced we were heading across the causeway to the Crab Shack. A couple of guys with girls with them said they were up for a ride so we took off now with four bikes riding together.
The sound of four Harley's crackling down the road makes the hair stand up on your arms and neck.
We arrived at a tiny little dumpy place, just across the Courtney Cambell causeway going into Clearwater. There were a bunch of bikes outside and people standing outside drinking long necks advertising this was a good place to go. Inside the tiny place you could smell food cooking. Charlie said he would get us a beer while Kathy showed me a little room with a pool table, the bathrooms and then around a corner there was another room with a few tables with people eating. The main bar area had two rows of small booths that barely held four skinny people. With bigger guys they sat on the outside with half their butt in the air.
Charlie said this place had the best grouper sandwich around. I said I'd have to try one soon.
We had our beer, got another then went outside to mingle with the folks out there. Charlie introduced me to everyone as we wandered among the crowd. Several of the people had already heard about a couple of the welding jobs I had done. It was then that we came upon Billy. Standing next to him was a skinny little girl with half exposed big tits. Shawna hugged the girl and introduced her to me as Billy's ole' lady, Connie.
"Billy's been bragging all over about the job you did on his cases. Then he starts talking about Charlie's heads and just can't quit talking you up. You don't look like a god to me. You're hairy enough but not a god," Connie said with smile.
Shawna said, "you should have seen him a couple of days ago. His beard was down to his belly button and bushy. He almost looks civilized now."
Billy reminded Charlie his heads would be done Monday morning then Charlie and I took off for home. We rolled in quietly and shut down without racking the pipes. I put the bike in the shed then Kathy went over to Charlie's then came back. It was only ten o'clock, still pretty early.
"Change clothes and get a towel. We're going down to the tub," Kathy said as she went across the street.
A couple of minutes later I was on the patio with a bag of beer. Charlie and Shawna walked over then we met Kathy as she was coming out her door. No one was in the tub when we got there but there was evidence someone had just left, as the water was still moving.
Charlie turned on the tub and we stripped down. I handed out beer then we sat and enjoyed the bubbles. While we were sitting, Kathy's hand was busy under the water playing with me. I returned the favor and began fingering her. It didn't take much to get her oily enough to tease her clit under water.
Charlie and Shawna must have been doing the same thing as Shawna had her head thrown back grunting. Kathy turned to me and gave me a passionate kiss. She hugged and said, "fuck me, now."
Kathy stood up, pulled me up then turned and leaned over putting both hands on the side of the tub with her butt stuck up for me to pleasure. I came up behind her and gently kept nudging my way deeper and deeper. When I bottomed, Kathy groaned then started bouncing against me fucking herself.
Next too us, Charlie had the tiny red head in the same position trying to work the fattest cock I've ever seen into the diminutive Shawna. She may be small put she was taking Charlie's big dick.
The mutual grunts and groans were stimulating and in short order I was reaching around Kathy fingering her clit while I pumped my juice into her. Charlie must have been doing the same thing as he had his arms straight up over his head working his hips in short thrusts almost bellowing.
When we stopped, both couples pulled apart and sat down with the two girls next to each other. As soon as we caught our breath the girls were whispering.
Kathy said to me, "sit up on the edge. Let me get that think back up."
I sat on the edge and Charlie followed. Our two ladies began sucking us back up. I was starting to stand tall when Kathy pulled her mouth off me and then grabbed Shawna by the hair and pulled her off Charlie. Kathy pulled Shawna's face to her and kissed her deeply then told her to suck on me, as she wanted some of her ole' man's fat one.
The little red head enthusiastically went down on me taking me deeper than I thought possible. When I was trying to pull her off me to keep from coming, Shawna raised up and gave me a blazing kiss then climbed up and captured the head of my dick with her still gooey pussy. I slid in easily for the first six inches then she slowly was able to get the last four inside her.
"Damn you're big," Shawna gasped.
"I love this fat fucker over here you little slut," Kathy moaned. "Enjoy getting your insides rearranged by king kong dong over there."
Charlie was pounding on Kathy the same as he had been with Shawna while Shawna was riding me hard, trying to cram another eighth inch up her full insides. It didn't take long till all of us were groaning our orgasms. When Shawna quieted she was still sitting on me hugging me.
She lifted her head up and stared at me. With a soft kiss on the lips she said, "damn, that was good. Ole' Charlie has some competition. That is filling. If you had a dick as thick as Charlie, I'd follow you anywhere."
Kathy offered, "if he was that big, he'd be making porno films. You're ole' man stretched me out really nice. That fat thing is a pussy full, that's for sure."
Shawna climbed off me and sat next to Charlie hugging him and cuddling. I passed out another round of beer while we relaxed. We were getting out to leave when another two couples showed up in robes. Charlie, Shawna, and Kathy weren't embarrassed at all. The other couple greeted us and told Kathy they were happy she was out with someone. They dropped their robes displaying a couple of older ladies with some larger sagging breasts but still appealing. The men were a little pot bellied but not real fat. Shoot, if I kept drinking as much beer as I have been, I was going to get a potbelly too.
Shawna and Charlie went to their place while I took Kathy back to hers. Martin and Glenda asked if we had a good time then got ready to leave. Kathy thanked them profusely for watching the kids.
After the other couple left, Kathy asked me if I wanted to come back and lay down with her. That was a no-brainer so we went back to her bedroom, stripped again and crawled under the sheet and covers.
I slowly made love to every inch of Kathy. When we were done, we were really done. Kathy just wanted to snuggle up and sleep. I was spooned behind her. She took my limp dick and stuffed it up her gooey pussy.