Day Sixty-six - Wednesday
There was a heavy pressure on my hips. Something felt very nice on my,,, oh yeah, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come right now.
My eyes opened as my juices jetted up into Sue who was quivering and shaking while coming with me as she was riding the pony. When we finished, she lay on me cuddling, kissing, and saying that she needed that.
She gave me a kiss and pulled off me to get out of bed. On the way out of bed she leaned down and sucked my shrinking dick into her mouth saying, "We taste so good together."
I made coffee while she used the pot, then got into the shower. As soon as I joined her she was trying to stimulate me into more sexy activity. She didn't have to twist my arm at all. We kissed, I sucked her big nipples and caressed her breasts, then got behind her so I could slide into her and pound away until we both came again. This time we washed off and made it out of the shower.
We turned on the patio light just before six and waited less than a minute till Glenda made her appearance followed by Ruth, then Hanna and Debbie. Sandy and Mandy came over, saying they had sent their guys home last night with some things to think about.
They said that since Sue had approached them about her house and the house next to them, they had to think about whether they were really ready to settle down with guys, instead of remaining with each other as they had for so many years. Sandy thought that Drew was a really good man and Mandy thought Bob was a jewel, but they might miss each other too much.
Sue never minces words and suggested that the four of them live together. That way there could be some mixing and matching going on sometimes. The guys wouldn't mind if the girls wanted to play with each other, especially if they got to watch. Sue said, "You never know, you four may be another ideal poly family."
Mandy said she liked the idea, but was going to have to work on Bob, as he was a little backwards about some things. Sandy said that so far Drew had not backed off from anything she had said or done. She felt he might be kinky enough to go along with all of this.
Charlie and Shawna showed up dressed for work. Charlie said, "You might have to get me one of those high school kids to help me but I'll try today to see how I do."
Phil and Judy showed up with our breakfast sandwiches and donuts. Bob and Drew pulled up together right behind them and came onto the patio to get some kisses from Sandy and Mandy.
I told everyone that I had to close on the property this morning, so they all had to get along without me micro-managing them for a change. There was the appropriate laughter, saying that I never said anything to anyone but if they didn't see me about once an hour they felt something must be wrong.
Everyone was gone except Sue's people, and Glenda and Martin. Glenda said, "Kinda like old times, huh, Steve?"
"You're right Glenda, you and I started this coffee thing in the morning together. I sure do thank you for being such a friend. I must have liked it as you can see, I stayed around."
Sue said, "I remember your first morning out here. I was watching Steve move around. I could see he limped a little and thought we should get together and match limps. The more I watched him the more I really wanted to meet him. Guess I got to do more that just meet him, didn't I?" Sue was rubbing her belly.
I kissed Sue and asked, "Want to go with me? You are a fifty percent owner of the company."
"No, I have a ton to do this morning. We are about to introduce an entire line of sexy tops for busty ladies. Our headline is going to be 'If you got 'em, flaunt 'em.' You're going to love them the way you ogle cleavage. Anyway, you need to do this with Ben so you know he can be an ally when you need him."
We kissed again then I drove downtown in the miserable traffic to get to Ben's office. I actually found a parking space at the curb and put eight quarters in for two hours. The building Ben's office was in is beautiful and very pretentious. I was impressed, but then I live in a trailer park. I laughed at that thought.
Twenty-four floors up, I entered Ben's offices. He had an older lady as a receptionist and I could see a little younger lady working at her desk down the hall. Ben came out to greet me and showed me to his very lavish office. I thought the big office at the shop was nice, but this was unbelievable. All mahogany paneling with polished wood bookcases and matching furniture. Even his desk was cleared, except a small neat stack of paper in front of his chair.
Ben said the closing would be in his conference room as soon as Mr. Wainwright showed up. He had asked me to come early so he could go over the property deal with me one more time.
He sat at his desk and I sat in on of the chairs in front of his desk. The problem was that I sunk down too low and couldn't see the top of the desk with my knees in my chin. I stood in front of the desk and said for him to talk. He wanted me to sit, but I finally had to tell him that his chairs were very uncomfortable, as they sat too low. He frowned, but finally accepted that I would rather stand.
Ben explained about the taxes and the right of way. The county had to have access through my property to the creek behind the property. There was a gate in the back with a county lock on it for their access. There also was a front gate that had one of their locks on it as well so they could go in and out as they needed. This didn't prevent me from using the land except two places where there were gates. The price had been reduced significantly which was satisfactory with me.
Ben's receptionist announced that Mr. Wainwright and his attorney were in the conference room, so Ben and I went in also.
After the hand shaking and greetings were complete, I sat across from Wainwright saying, "Let's get this done so I can work on some other property."
We did all the signing and I wrote a great big check. Wainwright's lawyer used the phone to confirm funds were in the bank to cover the check and the deal was done. Ben looked over everything and said he would file the transfer with the county and I now owned a total of thirty acres of commercial property, amazing.
I invited Wainwright to come out for evening drinks again if he were in the area. I told him Sue would enjoy having him out. I apologized that I had to leave so soon, but said there was a couple of important projects that needed finishing this morning. I shook hands with everyone, then left happy that I didn't have to stay around and kibitz any more that I already did.
At the shop, I immediately went next door to the contractor and told him that we were full steam ahead on all fronts. Make the partition a hundred feet wide, but I also want to extend the offices across the entire front, keeping the same theme as they are now. Fairly small offices, with each having a door to the warehouse and a door to the front hallway, should cover any office space I might need in this building.
The contractor showed me that they had already sealed the roof with white rubber paint. He had me get into a bucket with him and the big crane lifted us up to see the roof of the building. Smack in the middle was a giant circle with S&S in the middle. He said the front and the two sides would have a giant S&S too, as it was free advertising. This building could be seen from some of the major roadways.
His landscape guy had all the weeds down and was turning the soil to plant grass. He said that after the ground was planted they would roll it with a light roller to compact the soil.
The contractor told me the inspector that was handling the building cleared the condemnation as the doors were repaired and modified for safety. The only thing we needed to do for the factory portion of the new building was to have sprinklers installed. This had already been planned on.
As I was leaving, the telephone guy pulled up and said that he would need to trench between the two buildings. I told him to make sure that any conduit he put in should be big enough to handle at least the same amount of equipment as we had in the present building. I told him to put phones every fifty feet in the partitioned area, and every one hundred feet, front and back in the big warehouse area. The offices should all have phone and data wiring, they should repeat the way they had done before, where there is a phone jack there should be a data jack.
He asked about video. Sure, put another monitor in my office with at least four feeds from the big shop area. He was also to put a monitor in Tiny's office, Ruth's, the big corner office, and Phil's office.
Back at the shop, Debbie was loading equipment onto the Winston Cup race day trailer with Carl and Sam. They thought they had too much equipment, but said they had thought they had too much the previous week too. I told the guys good luck and explained they would probably be in competition with the truck guys. Carl said that it would be no contest as the Busch and Winston cup races were full of big money teams, whereas the truck teams sometimes were a little hungry.
The motor folks were loud and obnoxious today. Thank goodness no one from outside the company could hear what was being said. They were all being nasty today, probably because they had a new pair of ears to hear their banter. They did keep Charlie laughing though.
Abe asked when he could start putting completed equipment into the building. I told him that as soon as the building was cleaned and painted, he could run stuff right over. He should wait till the wide paved roadway between the two buildings was complete too. I did say that he could start parking his used ready to rebuild equipment in the lot over there as they were received here. He might as well leave the ones he had staged in this lot where they are, instead of wasting time to move them back and forth.
I went up stairs and told Tiny and Phil the building was ours and that they needed to get a ride up on the lift so they could see the top of the building. They both almost ran out of the office to get a chance to ride the crane bucket above the height of the new big building.
Ruth's new helper was on the phone calling potential candidates for the new shop. Jed had given her a list of over a hundred people. She was calling them all to have them apply as soon as they could.
My desk had a stack of message notes with papers attached to them so I would know what the customer's really wanted. It took me almost two hours to work through them, but as always, the effort yielded several orders. I even got a work order to repair a giant lift a customer had, that had been broken for nearly a year. The customer was having a truck come for it immediately. He asked if I had any idea what it would cost to repair it. I told him that it definitely would be less than half of a new one and would have a year's warranty as well. That made him happy.
Considering most of those giant lifts were near a hundred grand, I felt safe in my estimate. Big companies that used big lifts were used to big bucks for equipment.
The whole time I was returning calls, Debbie was giving me more messages. She said a bunch of them were people wanting to sell me something. It would be rude if I didn't return the call so I rushed through the salesmen except for a welding supply firm that wanted to see the truck that was on the Internet. They said they wanted to market the truck for us.
A Ford dealer in St. Louis wanted to market the body for us as well. I gave them the prices and what the minimum truck was, but said the F650 was best for the bed. He asked if we put any out on consignment. I laughed, saying we were so far behind on orders already, that it might be a couple of years before we had to put some bodies out on consignment.
Lunchtime was here, because Sue walked in, asking me to take her to our favorite restaurant. She got to hear how the morning closing went and the plans we had for the new shop. When I told her about the S&S on top of the new building she said she would look for it when she, Betty, Joan, and Hanna went to New York for the big fashion show coming up. Sue said she had five items that would be worn by models in the big showing.
This was the first I knew about a trip.
Sue explained that they just found out today that they could get their fashions into the show. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I really did, but probably should stay here to keep watch. I told her I would ask everyone to get their opinion today, and tell her this evening if that would be soon enough. I asked why her new fashion designer wasn't going. Sue said she refused to travel and would rather stay home and work.
As we were eating, I asked if Jim, Tom, or Al were going. She said that so far the girls wanted it to be an all girls thing. I told her that I shouldn't be the one to break up their party. She just needed to take lots of pictures and take care of the critter she was carrying. Sue hugged me saying that the all girl trip should be a lot of fun and should be fairly innocent. She said she would take care of herself and that she had an appointment with a gynecologist tomorrow morning to confirm what we already knew.
"So how soon is this trip?" I asked interested in the details.
"We will leave Thursday morning, the showing will be Friday evening and again on Saturday afternoon. We are going to return either Saturday night or Sunday morning depending on the travel agent. I would really like to be back Saturday night."
"Thursday, as in tomorrow Thursday?"
"Yes, like I said this came up at the last minute. The manufacturer is going to pay all our expenses because they get the production credit, while we get the design credit."
"Well let's get out of here as you have a lot of getting ready to do. Have your girls talked to their husbands yet?"
"They all told their husbands this morning. I waited to tell you at lunch as I kind of wanted you to go along but you're right, this will be an all girls' party. It should be fun."
Back at the shop, I talked briefly to Tom and Al to see what they thought. They were happy their wives were going to be honored to show their designs. That was good enough for me, if they felt okay about it, so did I.
I walked over to the new building to see how they were doing. There was a giant machine that was blowing a liquid insulation on the entire ceiling and another two working on the ceiling, as well. This was more of a major project than I thought. What surprised me was the stuff that looked like liquid instantly hardened and expanded into an insulating foam of between six and eight inches thick. A unique feature was that the foam settled flat, without ripples or waves. I was impressed that it even stuck to the roof without dripping.
I checked in the motor shop to find Charlie doing pretty well. He had the bike that Shawna had torn down divided into separate jobs. Charlie said he was better at heads so he was working over the heads, porting them for better flow.
I walked up to him and asked, "Hey Charlie, are you going to need a helper? Someone to chase stuff for you or to help you bust a tough nut?"
"Not yet, so far so good. When I start putting this thing back together, I might need some help. If you find a kid that wants to learn bikes, especially Harleys, bring him to me. I love to teach kids what these scooters are all about."
Shawna was working on a race car motor. I asked her whose it was. She said, "It came from one the people who bought one of our engines. This is the one ours replaced. The customer wanted to know what was wrong with it and if we could rebuild it."
"What have you found so far?" I asked.
"Not a lot. It appears that it may be too tight. Whoever built it did a decent job. So far it balances pretty well and the heads and manifold were prepared well too. Look here," Shawna pointed to the head, see these valve stems, they've been rubbing on the guides. Was it lack of oil, a bent stem or the guide not honed properly? The rings in the cylinders are so tight I had to oil them and slowly pull them. There needs to be some clearance, that's what rings are for to finish sealing the combustion chamber."
The little redhead stood back a second and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say this motor was put together by a mechanic fresh out of school. He was trying to do too good a job and ended up building a dud. He should have been able to see these problems on a performance test though. I wonder how it passed through the people checking and testing it."
"Are the heads salvageable?" I said looking at all the scoring on the valves and guides.
"Yeah, I can rebuild the whole thing. It's a shame to have ruined so many expensive parts though. I'll do the whole thing, build it the way it's supposed to be built and write up what was wrong, without an opinion. I'd rather get the kid that did this and teach him how to do it right. He had the right idea, but forgot about tolerances."
I wandered over to the rebuild department and found Abe by himself. I got him to walk up front with me so I could ask him a couple of questions in private.
"Abe do you think Jed might become so enamored with the big lifts that he'll not be able to handle the main rebuild shop too?"
"I think he'll be alright, Steve, he's used to handling multiple departments and projects at the same time. He's probably not used to your idea on perfection though. You and I will have to double check for a while to make sure he understands we do not let a time constraint create imperfect quality. That's the best thing you could have ever said to me. I can't stand any of my work to be second best. I think all my guys have it in their head that's the only way a product leaves our shop. I make them do stuff over all the time. They hate it if they miss something and I catch it. It's almost like a game now between all of them. They have that board up in the shop with my gigs in fence posts. Last week the high gig guy had two. When we first started the board the high man had like almost twenty. You and I will watch Jed to make sure he understands what quality is."
"Thanks, Abe. If you see he can't handle both shops, let me know and we'll find you another assistant. Maybe we should anyway and have Jed be the assistant over in the big lifts and another guy be the assistant here. That way you can just go around and check the work on both sides."
"I like that idea. It would give me enough time to work with more of the technicians. We have some good ones, but they can all still learn, and you know how I love to teach."
"Good, Abe, find another guy. I want you so relaxed, I'll have to wake you up to get your attention and the men so good at what they do, they know they are the best."
Abe was thinking about something else, so I prodded him a little, "What else is on your mind. I can tell when you have a question but can't get it out."
"You can tell, huh? I want us to get a uniform service for all our people in the entire shop. I don't want the uniforms mandatory but if they would rather get a uniform service's clothes dirty, then I think that would be a good benefit for them. What do you think? Would uniforms be a good idea?"
"That would be a great idea, Abe. I'll start right now to get someone out to get the guys sizes and start as soon as possible. Make sure everyone knows that they don't have to wear uniforms. They still have to buy their own steel-toed boots, but we'll still provide them safety glasses that they have to wear. That's a great idea, Abe, thank you."
I went straight upstairs to Ruth and told her what I wanted to do. She pulled out her drawer and handed me two business cards of people who had stopped by to solicit us. I asked if she knew either of them. She said that the one had gotten our name from Gene.
I called Gene's crew chief, as he wore a uniform while he worked on the cars. If anyone knew if the service was good, he would and be fair in his evaluation. He was glowing about the service, saying that they even tailored the shirts for his guys so they looked good in them. He was joking but said he would help the guy measure Sue for her shirts. The thought of trying to get Sue into a uniform shirt was amusing.
The uniform rep answered what I found out was a cell phone. I told him who I was and our address. I asked if he could begin the process of getting uniforms for the people on our staff that would want them. I emphasized that some people don't like uniforms and I was not going to make it a condition of employment. A uniform did not build in quality.
I wanted to get the word out to the rest of the folks. I started in the frame area calling all of them together for a couple of minutes. I think they all wanted uniforms. I told them we would try to have a company meeting to pick out color or style.
I went around the partition to the sheet metal and body bed building area. I repeated the conversation then went to the motor area. I asked everyone to come back to where Charlie was working so it wouldn't be difficult for him to get around. Hank was in Shawna's office ordering paint, so he was able to be a part of it.
As soon as I said uniforms, there were a lot of groans. That's when I told them that we were going to have a collective company meeting in our big meeting room to decide on style and color. Anyone who did not wish to wear a uniform and save his clothes from the wear and tear of what we all did for a living, did not have to wear a uniform. The uniforms were a benefit, not a way of demeaning anyone.
The two married ladies asked if I thought the uniform service would be able to fit them. One of the militant lesbians remarked, "Ah, come on tits, yours ain't that big." Her husband won some points by saying, "They're a hell of lot bigger than her plain old shirt shows, that's for sure."
I said, "I've been told that the service will tailor your clothes so they fit well. If you prefer loose, tell them, if you prefer well tailored, snug, tell them. We want you to be comfortable in the uniform, if you decide to wear one. I think I'd rather let someone else wash the grease out of my clothes than have to do it myself."
By the time I left, even Shawna was talking about maybe wearing a uniform.
Back in my office, I called the salesman again and said I wanted to have a meeting with my staff so they could decide on a style or color. I told him we could have it after lunch at twelve-thirty or one o'clock or we could have it at three-thirty or four. It was likely to take a while to decide on what to get and then it would take another while to take all the sizes.
He explained that the initial three sets of uniforms were given to the employee so they could try them on and decide what type of alterations they would need. The service would alter one set and have the employee try it on then if it was what they wanted, the rest of the set of ten would be altered and sent out. They would like all the altered sets to be tried on right away so corrections could be made quickly.
He said for us to have our meeting at one the next day so he could get started. I kept thinking that this was going to be expensive but it was a good idea for the men. I began to wonder whether our race day salesmen would want uniforms.
Upstairs, I cornered Tiny and told him about the uniforms. He thought it was a good idea and said that even though it was a fairly big cost, the benefits would be good. I asked Tiny if he had any mats of our logo so I could give it to the uniform folks. I definitely wanted our logo on our uniforms. Tiny had plenty from the printers who were doing the brochures. I told him that if he or any of the office staff wanted to wear a uniform, they could attend the meeting the next day. He said he would pass it on.
I was in my office, returning the ever-present stack of messages, when Jed came in. He sat in one of the chairs at the little table and told me that he thought he could do both sides for Abe. I told him the reason for possibly having a second guy was to help make sure that both sides continued to turn our quality, perfect work.
Jed became a little defensive. "I know what good work is. The group I ran had the fewest errors and quality control errors of the whole plant."
"That's probably why Abe wanted you. There is a difference here though. We don't have any quality control errors. Nothing leaves this company unless it is perfect. It is everyone's responsibility to help another person to make sure what leaves here is perfect. We do perfect work. Make sure you ask yourself what is painted above every one of our doors."
Jed looked at me a second then repeated, "Is it perfect."
"I saw the signs, 'We do perfect work' and I've seen how the guys are always checking each other's work out. I've even watched how the frame guys go back over every piece, every angle and every weld over and over. And I've never heard you or Abe say to hurry, we have to get it out. Darn, you do believe you can do perfect work, don't you?"
"Absolutely Jed. A clean shop is another way to encourage what we want. Every day we begin shutting down early enough to put away all our tools and clean up. If necessary, guys mop the area they have been working in. If we need to, we'll have a cleaning service come in periodically, but so far we have been able to keep the place the way it should be. I really enjoy coming in to a clean, shiny, work area."
Jed said smiling, "I do too. That's one of the reasons I wanted to come to work here. At the time, I didn't consider what it took to keep the place looking nice. Now I do. The guys in the rebuild group get oil and grease everywhere, but come five o'clock their areas are spotless. There is even a little competition in who gets theirs the nicest. I like that. I really will work at making sure I help to produce a perfect product. Thanks for your time, I need to tell Abe thanks. Another guy might be good, but if you want, I can do both and take the load off Abe."
Jed left smiling, obviously more knowledgeable about our goal.
Debbie spun around as Jed left, "So that's why I have to have your and my desks cleaned off and neat at night. It is nice to come in the morning to a fresh start. It's a good idea. Do the customer service folks upstairs do that too?"
"They better, as Phil knows that I prowl sometimes. The whole company needs to want perfection. It's just a small way to show we are a better group than most. I want us to be the best."
"You are boss, you are," Debbie said with a smile, turning back to her work.
I discussed with Debbie the meeting after lunch tomorrow and that I wanted to use the new auditorium. She said she would have to rent chairs, as she knew we had not bought any yet. She called Ruth who told her to order an even hundred and to have the rental company set them up for us. We didn't have a podium yet but we did have a microphone. Debbie said she would rent a podium as well. I knew we had a couple of long folding tables in the meeting room because Phil had been training field people there. We should be set.
The building next door was my next visit. The big hole in the fence had been created and the area was being graded so it could be paved. I liked the idea that the paved path would be almost a hundred feet wide. There was probably going to be a ton of traffic back and forth, plus we needed to be able to move tractor trailers back and forth as well.
The insulation was complete and carpenters were building walls at the fifty and hundred-foot mark. There were guys hanging pipe for the sprinkler system, mechanical people hanging air vents, men building offices up front, electricians hanging lights, and on the other side of the new partition, about ten men were cleaning the floor in preparation for sealing it.
Outside the building, there were probably ten more men handling powerful paint spraying equipment. The whole building was going to match the now huge, white building next door. If nothing else, our buildings looked impressive.
While I was standing, watching like I was a ten-year-old, I heard Debbie paging me for a phone call. I tried to jog, but ended up with a fast limp through the rebuild area and into my office. Debbie had the two new guys on the line.
They wanted to report that they had arrived and were now open for business in the garage area. They had not sold any parts yet but had sold a couple dozen T-shirts and hats already. They told me to tell Hank that they should be selling the opportunity to look at the tractor for all of the small cartoons that you can't see by just looking at it. Even the NASCAR officials had been over to look and laugh at all the cartoons of the various trucks and predicaments that Hank had put them in.
Another hot item was the new brochure describing the sheet metal re-supply program. Where we would sell the teams just the pieces they had to replace rather than an entire set. The brochure worked for all three vehicles, the truck, the Busch cars, and the Winston cup cars. They said they would call tomorrow and thanked me again for the neat job, as they were right in the middle of things without sweating whether they had done a good job on their car or not.
I went upstairs to tell Phil that he had done a good job on the sheet metal brochure. He thanked me, then took me to meet one of his new girls. He said she knew more about NASCAR than anyone he's ever met. Her name was Deanne, pronounced Dee Ann. Anyway there she was our first black worker. She wasn't dark black, but kind of a rich chocolate color. She looked tall sitting down when I was introduced to her and she then stood up. Holy smokes, she was probably six-nine, six-ten, really tall.
"Don't you say it." Deanne said in a mocking voice.
"Huh? Say what?" I said confused.
"How the weather is up here, just don't you say it," she grinned.
"Ah yes, I guess you have heard that a lot. You would be valuable in a crowd, you could find someone where the rest of us shorties can't see."
"Thank you sir, that's the first time someone actually said I had a value being so tall that someone has said it in a nice way."
"Well Deanne, how do you know a lot about NASCAR?"
"I love racing. All kinds of auto racing. I go out to East Bay all the time. I haven't missed a Daytona race in the five years that I've been out of high school. When the agency said that S&S had an opening, I begged them to send me for the interview. You haven't been around the NASCAR scene long, but you sure have built a good reputation. The little time I've been here, I can see why. People here are trying their darnedest to be the best customer service person there ever was. I'm learnin' and I'm gonna be your best."
"Well, Deanne, I may have to steal you and let you work with Debbie as she deals directly with all of the different teams, team owners, and crew chiefs."
She looked at Phil then said to Phil and me, "Don't tease me about something like that. That would be the wildest job ever."
Phil said, "Okay, you can have her but she is really good at designing brochures, so I may have to borrow her back sometime. She could probably help you develop one for your crazy motors now that they are being so well accepted."
"Deanne, when you get your area cleaned up, and any pending files given away, come down and meet Debbie and let her guide you as to what needs to be done."
I thought the girl was going to cry, she was so happy. I sure hoped Debbie wasn't prejudiced. It was going to be a hoot seeing the giant Deanne next to the barely five foot redhead. They will make quite a pair.
Downstairs, I just asked Debbie outright if she had a problem working with blacks.
"Nope, not at all. I was going to tell you that there was a new girl, really tall girl, who knows a lot about NASCAR. She would be a good person for me to have as an assistant."
"Your wish is my command. She's on her way as we speak. You get to teach her what to do, and you're going to have to let her talk to some of the racing people every once in a while."
Debbie said, "She's going to have a fit when she finds out we have four guys going to races every week. I'm going to put her in the first cubicle inside the door to the new area. The cubicle you can see into from here."
I went back to the stack of messages, working my way through them as fast as I could. Do we sell transmissions, do we have any special suspension equipment, do we build cars, do we sell Goodyear tires, do we sell formula motors, etc, etc, etc. The only thing I might consider was transmissions. But the crews usually built them with the gearing built in for the particular driver. We might try a formula or Indy motor but that would be a learning curve.
There was one interesting call. A guy who claimed to be the next Evil Knevil wanted a specially built Harley Sportster. He wanted beefed up suspension and as much power as we could generate as he wanted to use it to jump long distances. I told him I would call him back after I discussed it with our motor group. I was sure Shawna would want to build it, but would the guy be willing to pay what it would cost.
By the time I was done, Deanne and Debbie had gone over all the various functions that Debbie did and how they helped me. Deanne was fascinated to be able to look out into the shop to see guys working on frames, another couple working on sheet metal, and then the guys working on the bodies.
Debbie took her back to the motor shop so she could see first hand a real Winston cup motor. I cautioned Debbie about leaving Deanne alone with the militants. She said they wouldn't mess with Deanne while she was there.
This day was drawing to a close. I could see folks begin to clean up. No rushing, just a steady pace, putting tools back into the big roll-around tool chests, putting partially completed projects on stands so it can be first in the morning, then sweeping up. Sometimes a little scraping, sometimes a little mopping, but the end result is that the place glistened.
Next door, the contractor said he was going to let his guys off early, as the asphalt people needed to work. He said he would stop by and have a beer for a change, since I always ask him to come by. I told him to get his wife first, then come by and to plan to eat with us.
I went back to the office to hear Debbie talking Deanne into coming out to the house. Deanne couldn't believe that I had people over every evening. She would find out if she came. Debbie said she could ride with her and then she would take her home later, as Deanne normally rode the bus.
As I saw most everyone leave, I walked through the shops admiring the work in progress and the how neat everything was. The motor shop was unique, as the teams all had their motors on the big stands at the same angle and spaced exactly the same distance apart making the place look very precise. It was so cool looking, I went up to the office and got my digital camera and took a couple of dozen pictures of the motor shop. Maybe Deanne can make a brochure around these pictures.
I called Sue to tell her about Debbie bringing a black girl home with her. She said I didn't have to call her about that, as she had no problem with race. I told her I was leaving and would be home in a few minutes.
The patio was busy tonight. It appeared as if the entire motor group was there. The contractor, his wife, and the contractor's foreman and his wife were there having a beer with Tiny and Phil. The wives were already integrated into the female group, talking excitedly about the fashion trip in the morning.
Charlie was giving Hank a hard time about the many cartoons that now decorated Charlie's bike. Charlie was actually proud of the bike and was very thankful that Hank had rebuilt the bike for him. Jim said he wanted to put the bike on the dealership's showroom floor and maybe get some business for Hank. Charlie said to take it, as he couldn't ride it for at least four more weeks.
Initially, Deanne was a wallflower until people kept getting her to join them in groups chatting about various subjects. Finally, she heard Al and Tom talking to Jim, Hank, and Charlie about the trip out to the race track and she opened up to them so enthusiastically, that she stunned them with her knowledge. Deanne became an instant hit with the guys.
Sue was excited about the trip. The four girls had the fashions they were going to show on some dummies, so everyone could see what they were going to show. Two items were for big girls only, but the other three were for any size. They were planning to show the same item on a large model, a short model, and a tall, slim model at the same time to show how the garment transcended size.
When Sue met Deanne, she had her go with her back to the office. Joan, Betty, and Hanna went with them and then Deanne came back out in one of their new sexy dresses. It was perfect for her, although a little short. Deanne wasn't built heavy on top, but the dress had material that floated around the chest giving the illusion that she had a heavier chest than she really did. Deanne said she was going to order one as soon as they were available.
Tonight's dinner ended up being wings, chicken strips, hamburgers, bratwurst, and bunches of veggies, both cooked and raw. There was a kind of party atmosphere that kept everyone loose and easygoing. About nine, folks decided it was time to leave. Debbie left to take Deanne home, while Sue and I cleaned up the last of the patio.
Sue and I took a leisurely stroll through the park, ending up at the pool. We swam a few minutes then sat cuddled in the tub for a few minutes before going back to the house for a glass of wine before going to bed. Sue said she was packed, including a big case with posters of her work and the name of her companies. She said that when the garments were on the runway, the boards were put up on easels as a reference to the designers.
We cuddled in bed, talking that this would be the first time we were ever apart. It would also be the first time we wouldn't have a partner to cuddle at night. We kissed and cuddled, then made gentle love to each other. Something clicked inside both of us, while we were relaxing in the afterglow of a great orgasm, which turned both of us into rutting wild people. We attacked each other, devouring each other's sexy parts, ending up pounding away in the missionary position with me filling her full, while she was squirting and drenching me with her juices.
That did it. We never recovered, we fell asleep, entangled on the wet spot.