First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven't read all of the previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.
If I haven't already scared you off, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.
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Chapter 08
The week following Halloween was a busy one, as granite began arriving by the truckload along with Ardella's army of construction workers. Mason had her prioritize Marcus' cottage, the pool area and the wall along the front of the property first, wanting to get the gate in place. This now included a permanent guard shack. Then they would move on to the shop and parking garage once those jobs were done. Since the roofs over the pool, shop and garage had been erected in the first round of construction, while they still had the crane on the property to set the long metal joists in place, he had hopes of it all being done soon.
Benny was back with a crew installing a steel blast and paint booth for the shop, along with the lift for the third bay, trying to get his stuff done ahead of the other crews. He had built two A-frames with half-ton electric hoists that were fixed over the pits in the other two bays, along with steel mesh panels to cover the pits. He stayed for dinner on Tuesday, telling Mason that he wanted in on rebuilding the GTO. On his advise, Mason was buying several welders for the shop, with the leads and wire feeds that would allow them to mig or tig, as needed. He was also getting a couple of plasma cutters and an air arc setup for cutting old welds.
Marcus spent his days placing eight galvanized sheep tanks and keeping an eye on the crew putting up the shed and feed barn, satisfied that they would be finished before the Vet. back in Charleston got around to issuing the Certificate of Veterinary Inspection that was necessary to move the flock out of state. He placed two tanks along each of the four main sprinkler lines, with float valves that would keep them topped off. When the fence was finished and the Vet. got off his ass, he'd be able go after them, which was good, because Danny was getting fat and lazy.
Shelby's father Pat had the powder coating and paint done on the bikes, and they were being rebuilt. He'd given them each coursework to study for their permits, and Shelby was spending her every free hour teaching the girls how to ride in prep for a motorcycle certification clinic that the Massachusetts Rider Education Program was doing on Sunday, the eighth of November. Mason had to go down and get a local driver's licenses before he could get the permit, but he'd been needing to do that anyway.
Brigid started interviewing cleaning services looking to have the common areas cleaned weekly. Cindy had volunteered to do it, saying it was what she'd been doing anyway, but Brigid told her no. "I told you I don't have any expectations of you," she told her, "but I hope you'll choose to go back to school when the new semester comes around." And she'd taken Cindy's hand. "You've got a long life ahead of you sweets, and I'm sure your father would agree with me on this."
She was relieved to learn from Ardella, that the contractor who refurbished the birdcage elevator, would be servicing it quarterly, including polishing it. The crew doing the pool came in with the tile and were well on the way to finishing. They were the same outfit that had redone the spa, and had a maintenance crew that was available, so Brigid made arrangements for them to do late morning service calls on Tuesdays.
The small company they had hired to do the roof decking had everything ready and was busy installing. The whole idea had evolved when they let them take over the design. Now it included flower beds and slate tiled paths with heated deicing cables built right into them along with radiant heaters for the bar and Jacuzzi area. These were sheltered by a gazebo roof that followed the lines of the twelve by forty foot barn roofed greenhouse, all of it built from construction heart redwood. They had explored a lot of options, including composite bamboo, but nothing promised better weather resistance than the pure heartwood decking. The biggest challenge they faced, would be getting the eight person, forty-seven jet hot tub up the fire stairs, and Mason was more than happy to let them deal with it.
The best part for Mason was his gym, Wednesday afternoons he had a three-hour window between classes and he'd finally gotten around to visiting a local mma gym that had a good reputation for trainers as well as gym site designs. He hadn't expected it to be as easy as they made it, but using the design software they had coupled with their experience, Mason's dream gym was born. They talked him into several changes that he was happy with when he saw the 3D rendering, like switching from a boxing ring to a mma cage, pointing out that the cage could serve more purposes and was more readily available. He was further surprised that they would be able to start setting it up almost immediately. He showed the renderings to Marcus with some trepidation, but the old slugger surprised him by keeping his criticism to the numerous treadmills and other such machines. Mason told him they were for the girls, managing to keep a straight face.
Cybil bugged Mason all week long about what his plans were for his date with Shelby, she had no doubt it would happen and seemed more excited by the prospect than Mason did. She gleefully informed him that Shelby was on birth control pills and suggested that he make a reservation for a luxury suite somewhere, telling him that if Shelby didn't come around, he could always take her and Brigid out for the night.
Friday morning Mason woke to Cybil riding his cock. When she saw he was awake, she leaned down and kissed him. "I love your morning wood." she murmured, her small hands on his chest. "It's just like having a puppy, always begging for my attention." And she purred as he ran his hands up her chest, but then took one wrist and started fastening a leather cuff around it.
"Don't you have classes this morning?." Mason asked her, rattling the chain.
"I'm sure you'll convince someone to let you loose sooner or later," she told him grinning, "but that's completely out of my hands." And she laughed as she fastened his other wrist, then sat back up and started riding up and down his shaft, her tight ass slapping his thighs.
Mason decided to relax and enjoy it. He didn't know why he'd been gifted with someone who loved life so much, she was a constant source of fun and excitement, but he wasn't going to complain or try to change her. He wondered sometimes what it must be like to be so excited about the world, to find an opportunity in almost every moment to enjoy life. She was sexy as well as sexual and Mason had no doubt she loved him, or that he loved her.
"Have I told you that I love you lately?" he asked now, and she froze, looking at him with big eyes as a smile and a flush washed across her face.
"No, as a matter of fact, you haven't." She informed him, leaning down to kiss him again.
