A Builders Story

I supposed I was due some luck, being a thirty-four-year-old, twice divorced, owner of a property company that didn't have anything to work on. This meant I had to take on small jobs to keep the cash flow going.

So here I was, taking an hour and a half to reach the village of Orton, to quote for a driveway, that if I won, would keep things in the right direction for a week or so.

I was in my battered truck with Eddie Thornley Properties emblazoned on the side. As I drove around looking for the place, Orton House, I saw how pretty the village was, treelined streets, with chocolate box houses and flowers everywhere. A small pub, the Fox and Hound looked like it had been there for centuries, if I wasn't driving, I would fancy a pint there myself.

One blot on the landscape was a row of houses that had been left to ruin, I'd just gone by them when I saw my target. My truck tended to drip oil, so I parked on the road and walked down a long driveway, counting my steps as I did. Orton House was gorgeous, like an old manor house, full of character.

Inside was surprisingly modern, light and airy with the smell of good coffee. The man who took me to the kitchen was small, just over five feet tall, the woman he took me to, for a female, was a giant. I'm five eleven, she was a good four inches taller. Her size made her stocky, but she looked fit, muscular but not overly, kind of like a female warrior. She had a welcoming look in her eyes and greeted me with a firm handshake and a genuine smile. I liked them both from the start.

I did the normal sales talk, showed them photographs, told them how I worked, my rates. It was a big driveway; they'd had two quotes for seventy and seventy-five thousand. I measured it up with them, worked out what materials they'd need. Showed the prices at the builders' centre, calculated the materials, told it would be two weeks of work and pressed the calculator, giving forty-two thousand. I was making twenty percent on the materials so was happy when they agreed, paying for all supplies as a deposit. I ordered the goods while they were listening and agreed a start date a week ahead.

"Are you going to the auction." Tilly asked. Her husband, Fulstow, nodded furiously.

"Selling twelve houses by auction, the old-fashioned way, Old Cyril hated technology, said it's killing the world."

I'd never been to an auction in my life, but I went to the village hall just to check it out and signed up. I was given a number, 2048 and sat down with a watery coffee waiting for the action to start.

There were only half a dozen people there, four were ancient, two barely out of school, they looked at me as a rival, I shrugged my shoulders, vowing I wouldn't go past fifty thousand for one of them.

The bidding started at a thousand, I nodded when it reached four, just to register my interest. The room fell silent; the hammer came down. I'd bought one.

"How many do you wish to buy?" Asked the auctioneer.

The question caught me by surprise, I thought I would have to bid on them individually.

"All of them." I answered expecting people to begin laughing. He nodded and made a note of my number. "The two collapsed buildings, who is interested?"

The few people watching looked at me, I put my hand up.

"Shall we start at five hundred?" He asked, I questioned the amount as it was so small. "Ok, one hundred."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Ok then, can you give me ten pounds?"

I nodded. He made a note.

"Land by the lane, joining the plot. Anyone else interested?" Lots of heads were shaken. "Ten pounds?" He asked me, I nodded. "Old Railway barn on the land?" I nodded again. "Ten pounds."

I began to think this was all a scam, but the auctioneer company was a name I had heard of, when I looked on my phone they were a genuine company, the auction was logged on their website.

As I left the auction I found there had been a big accident on the motorway that had blocked it off both ways, so there was no way of getting back home that night. I guessed I would have to sleep in my truck.

I went to inspect my new project and found myself smiling so hard it hurt my face. The two collapsed buildings could be sold on as reclaimed bricks and roof tiles, the ten other buildings all needed roof work, new windows, doors, internal works, what you would expect from abandoned buildings, but they were all structurally sound.

I made plans in my head. First, I would move my site caravan over and live in that until one of them was finished. I'd start on the roof, get windows measured and fitted, most of the work I could do myself, basic sums told I'd need around thirty thousand a house that could be worth one fifty to two hundred each, a profit that would set me up for life.

I was so happy I didn't notice Tilly arrive until she made me jump. After we stopped giggling, she offered me a room for the night, which I accepted and ate the beef pie she made. The three of us sat in the conservatory drinking beer and chatting about life.

I was just starting my fourth can when it was suggested we played cards. I went along with it out of politeness and moved into the games room, sitting around an antique card table. But rather than playing poker we played Uno. Halfway through the first game the pair argued about what the winnings would be.

I'd just open can six and had a Jack Danials chaser in a tumbler full of ice and laughed when they suggested strip UNO, whoever came third took off a piece of clothing.

"You dirty pervert." Tilly admonished Fulstow. "You just want to get my tits out in front of another man and get your little stiffy hard."

"I knew you wouldn't dare." He countered laughing.

"I call your bluff, you win and I will strip." She giggled.

We began to play after Fulstow made more drinks.

Tilly was on fire, Fulstow was down to his reindeer boxers, while we were still fully dressed but then the tables turned. I was down to my jeans and pants, Tilly down to knickers and bra.

Though she was not a classic beauty Tilly was fit and not just health wise. Her breasts were large, on another woman they would be enormous, but her body shape carried them well. The bra she wore her husband could have slept in, it was old and faded, giving a hint of nipple but she kept her arms folded and poked fun of her husband's obvious erection.

I was the next to lose and took off my jeans, sitting down quickly, cupping a hand over the front of my pants.

For a silly card game the atmosphere suddenly became electric. I won the game quickly and sat back to watch the two do battle. It looked like Tilly would win but at the last moment Fulstow slapped a card down and declared he was the winner.

Tilly took a sip of her whisky, rose and unclipped her bra, throwing it at her husband, he grinned from ear to ear.

"You are hard aren't you." She said looking sheepish.

"If you touched it, it would spurt." He grinned back. "But what about him."

The drink had touched my brain, I stood up, my cock was poking through the top of my pants.

"You have a fantastic body, any straight male would be the same." I offered.

"She's never seen another cock." Fulstow said, pushing her towards me. "Have a feel."

Tilly couldn't hold back her curiosity, I stepped out of my pants, so I was naked, she took my cock in her large hand and pumped it slowly." I cooed with delight.

"Let him do it to you Tilly." Fulstow pleaded.

I reached out to feel her tits, suckling on a hard nipple. My hands went into the side of her knickers, pulling them down so her white arse was on view. Fulstow gasped, from the corner of my eye I saw he was wanking slowly. I pushed her pants down; she was now naked. A finger brushed her hole, it was moist, I slipped it inside, she was soaking, trembling with desire.

"Darling I must stop." She whispered. "Let me just masturbate him."

"Lay down." I said softly.

My cock was rock hard and trembling to be used, it was poised to do its work, but I held back a while yet and began kissing her neck, quickly moving to her lips which hungrily greeted mine.

Her body beneath me felt firm as I roamed its flesh, feeding on her massive breasts.

"Fulstow, shall I stop, please, this is just too nice to fight."

He moved by our sides, smiling at her, holding her hand.

"It's time you felt another man." He said softly.

She looked at me, her eyes, pleading for me to take her, but she seemed unsure.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." I said. "Or I could simply use my tongue and do nothing more."

Tilly turned to her husband, "I need this." She said pulling me deeper into her arms. "Fuck me, please fuck me."

Her cunt felt tight around my cock, but it slid inside easily, fucking her swiftly, enjoying her cries of pleasure, wanting to bring her off quickly. I didn't have to wait long. Her body buckled, she sobbed her pleasure and lay back, almost sobbing with joy.

I wanted to turn her around, watch her white arse as my cock had her, to feel the flesh of her buttocks and fill the cup of her brown hole with my cum, but the pleasures driving my throbbing member were too much. I upped the pace, feeling desperate for release, grunting like a rutting hog when I sprayed jizz all over her belly.

I slumped back, watching Fulstow spread my cum all over her tits.

She looked to her husband who seemed tiny next to her body.

"Do it to me darling." She whispered.

He mounted his wife and began rocking back and forth quickly, like a dog humping an owner's leg, desperate to cum in case the pleasure was withdrawn.

"Honey, you felt so hard." She whimpered, he grunted and slid off, his stubby cock dripping a trail of cum.

He grabbed a tissue and took great delight in cleaning his wife's cunt.

"That was my first time with another man." She said looking ashamed.

"I feel honoured." I replied. "I have to say it was most enjoyable; you have a fantastic body; you look much better naked."

She blushed at the compliment and went to dress, but Fulstow asked her not to. We all sat naked together, laughing and joking, drinking more than we should. In the early hours of the morning, we all flopped in bed. I woke up close to noon to see a naked Fulstow next to me, his stubby cock in hand, he was fast asleep.

Tilly was downstairs making coffee, when she saw me, she blushed, tears went to her eyes.

"I'm so sorry." She began but I smiled.

"That was one of the best nights of my life, it's up to you but I would like to do it again some time." I said kindly, putting my arms around her, hugging before kissing her lips gently.

"I think my husband would want to try again this afternoon." She replied as we parted.

I was eager to begin my new project and rushed back home to hook up the site caravan and bring it to the site. My mate Moxy borrowed a transporter from his cousin, we loaded it up with heavy plant, the digger taking up much of the room.

It took a full day but that night I sat in the caravan, my temporary home, feeling elated at the work ahead.

I went to the pub that night, had a full English breakfast at nine, then flirted for a few hours with the bar maids. My life was in the assent. The weather was picking up. making it ideal to work in.

Another day was spent getting lists of what I would need, concentrating on the roofs and windows, beginning negotiations with a glazing company I had used before. A big builders skip arrived, I began sorting through the mess, cleaning each area so I could work.

I was hot and sweaty and covered in dust when a lady approached me, introducing herself as Susan Brown, asking if would be able to fit some disabled equipment to the wall and help put a hoist together for her.

This wasn't my thing, I had a great deal to do, stopping now would cause pain later. But she had a desperate, tired look about her. I could see floods of tears were close by, she bit her lip to control them, but they rushed out anyway.

"I just can't lift him on my own, it's ok the nurse visiting but that's only for an hour, I can't cope. They were supposed to have fitted the hoist when it was delivered, how the fuck am I supposed to do it."

A woman crying is my kryptonite "It's ok love, I'll have a look at it, see what I can do." I soothed.

"I'm so sorry I swore, its not your fault." She said quickly, wiping her arm over her eyes, coughing so she could get back control. "When could you do it?"

"Let's have a look now," I offered.

Her house wasn't far away, it was like Tilly's, but with the games room being made into a mini hospital. All kinds of gear were strewn about even a bath with a door in the side. The key to it all was a hoist, it could lift him into the bath or onto his chair or simply off his bed to be examined.

Most of the room was taken up with the metal frame of a bed, I could see from the box how it would fit together so pulled the boxes open and built, dropping a heavy mattress onto the frame when I'd finished.

She'd removed all the cardboard, so I began work on the hoist. I loved something complicated and this was about as bad as you could get, but I wouldn't be defeated. Sue tried to help but had to go see to her husband and went missing for hours.

It was around three in the morning when I finally had it together and working. Sue was in the lounge dealing with her husband who was making some strange sounds. I didn't think there was an y need for privacy and opened the door to the lounge where he was laid on a normal bed. What I was seeing didn't register immediately, my brain was slow to pick it up.

Her husband, Dan, was laid on the bed with his white pyjama bottoms missing, her shirt and bra were pulled up, showing him her breasts as she wanked him as quickly as she could. He was about to blow when she reached over for a small, plastic tub, placing it over his cock head.

His body spasmed, his cock twitched then spurted cum over her, none of which went in the tub. She turned around and saw me.

"It's ready." I said as if I hadn't seen anything.

She yanked down her top, blushing furiously as she dashed out the room to the kitchen. Her husband calmed down and immediately fell asleep.

"Do you want me to show you how it works tomorrow?" I asked through the kitchen door.

"Please, I'm not abusing him. His family are demanding his semen. They want to freeze it so it can be used if he gets better." She stammered. "But I just can't get enough into the tub."

Susan pointed to a strange looking machine to prove what she was saying, then sat down wearily on a stool on a big island. I opened my wallet, pulled out a condom and handed it to her. We both giggled.

"Oh my god, why didn't I think of that." She said. "I find it's the only thing that makes him calm down. He likes to look at them as I do it."

"I didn't see anything" I offered.

"Thanks for lying." She said and smiled. "And for understanding."

"I need to get some sleep; I have a big delivery in the morning. When it's unloaded, I'll come back and show you what to do." I said refusing her offer of coffee.

The delivery arrived at eight, most of it was lifted off the lorry by a small crane, in loads in front of each house. When it was done, I had to make sure the timber wouldn't get wet, wrapping it in old lorry sheets I had found in the shed. Once done, as promised, I went to Sue's, showed her how to work the machine and then helped move him from the lounge to his new bed.

I was knackered and the day was still young. Deciding I shouldn't work on a roof feeling like I did, I positioned the bath so she could lift him in with the hoist, plumbing it in to hot and cold water, testing it so there were no leaks.

As I finished doing that two health visitors arrived and seemed pleased with the setup. I left quickly, without a farewell.

Just as I was ready to start work in earnest on my new project, it was time to work on the driveway for Tilly. My mate Moxy arrived and we set to work, putting in a good ten hours a day, living on buns from the bakers shop nearby, or a quick meal at the pub. At the end of the job the drive looked beautiful. I stood, my skin grey from the dust, accepting the praise from a dozen people, friends of Tilly and Dan. Payment had been made, my suppliers and Moxy were paid and I had a decent amount of profit in my back pocket.

I needed a shower badly and went to house number three. This was fully plumbed in, though had no hot water. A shower and a toilet was fully functioning. I stripped and braced myself for the rush of cold that would hit my skin. The shower tray gurgled and bubbled as the water struggled to flow away but that wasn't a big problem.

I was halfway through when I thought I heard a noise and stopped to look around but there was nothing. It took an age to get clean, but when I was done I walked back to the caravan in work boots and underpants, when I opened the door there was a shuffling sound, someone was inside. I stormed in.

Sue cried out with shock, I looked confused.

"The health visitors are here; I have an hour off; I've cooked a meal as a thanks for your help." She stuttered, showing the small table was full of two meals, roast chicken dinners."

I sat down, eyeing up the food hungrily.

"Was that you in house three?" I asked as we began to eat.

"I went to tell you I had food, I didn't see anything." She lied and blushed furiously.

"How is he?" I asked.

"The same, he will only get worse." She seemed so weary. "No matter what his parents say."

"It must be a strain." I added.

"Thing is, we were about to break up when it happened. I'd served divorce papers a month earlier. He tried to get me to come back, I'd told him I couldn't take anymore, he stormed off in his new sportscar and hit a lorry. His spine was broken and he has some brain injuries."

"Now you're the dutiful wife." I sighed.

"Thing is, I did love him, but he's twenty years older than me. We grew apart." Tears were in her eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't need to know my problems. I meant the meal to be fun for us both."

"It was really nice." I said smiling.

She looked at her watch. "I must get going." She said, putting the empty plates in a bag. "Thanks for all you've done."

I saw in her face that if I moved a little closer and touched her arm, she would have kissed me, we'd have fallen onto the bed and had wild, passionate sex without any regard to what that meant. She was a married woman, with some serious problems. I'd just suffered another divorce and understood the heartache that brought about. Though I craved to take her in my arms I watched her go. For once my brain was in control.

House three was in the best condition, the next day I began in earnest. I fitted new joists and repaired the roof, replacing rotten timber with new treated wood. This wasn't much effort; I put protective lining on the roof structure and began laying tiles the next morning.

I soon had a system going and two days later I had fitted the ridge tiles, the roof was sealed. Guttering was a bit of a pain, but it wasn't heavy work. Because the windows were almost falling out I couldn't do anymore on the house so looked at the drainage.

Three weeks later the glazing company wanted to make some space in their yard and fit the windows they had made so far. I'd been concentrating on getting the roofs ready to be tiled and was glad to do something different, even if it was only helping to carry windows. At the end of that week five houses, including house three, were glazed.

I'd been so focused on work that I hadn't had any downtime for an age. That night I decided to go to the Fox and Hound for a home cooked meal and a good drink.

The pub wasn't that busy, so I sat at the bar chatting to Jazz the barmaid. She was good company, funny, quick to take the piss out of herself as much as others. A permanent smile on her pretty face made you feel good. At nineteen, she was almost half my age, but she made me feel like a teenager.

"I've never been in a caravan, what do they look like?" Jazz asked as I finished my pint.

"Like a small room on wheels." I answered.

"Well, I'm finished here, do you want to show me?" She asked with a grin.

We'd been flirting for hours but a fifteen-year age gap was something I'd not experienced before, but she sounded keen so I felt obliged to see where this would lead. She hung onto my arm as we walked to the site, I felt ten feet tall.

Jazz had no shame about her in any way. The moment we stepped into the caravan she pulled off her top, dropping her bra by the bed that I hadn't bothered to make. She turned around, hung her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while." She said with a smile as she unlipped her skirt. She reached for her bag and pulled out three condoms.

"Until I know you better, you wear this." She said matter of fact. "Now. Let's have a look at that cock."

She seemed pleased with the result and told me to lay down, tugging at my pants, pulling them off before plunging her mouth over my entire length, gagging when it hit her throat.

"I can work with that." She said brightly, pulling a condom from its packet, pushing it on my cock.

"Nice and safe." She whispered and lowered herself onto it.

This had all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to look at her body. Her tits were only inches from my face, I pushed them together, fondling them, breathing softly on her nipples, watching them grow hard.

Her small frame carried her tits well, I could've spent the rest of my life playing with them, but she suddenly moved back, gyrating quickly, her face looked lopsided for a second before she sighed.

"I've never finished that quickly before." She said loudly, moving onto her back. "Do you prefer a hairy pussy?" She asked, opening her legs wide, showing a thick bush of black hair.

"Yeah." I replied, positioning myself between them.

As my cock pushed in, Jazz pushed forward, greeting my rock-hard member as a friend. I think five pints helped me keep control. Her firm body was a great turn on; her eagerness took this to better heights.

We began belly to belly, kissing her breasts before moving to her lips. I could last an age like this which is exactly what I wanted, to enjoy her body for the sake of pleasure.

Soon her passion had grown again. Her lips were crushing against mine, hands were all over my body, fingers pressing into my flesh, digging into my ass cheeks. I leant back, supporting my weight with my hands while watching the body beneath me.

She was crying out with her own wave of pleasure as I erupted inside her, if anyone was close by, they would have heard us, but when we were done, we lay back on the bed, enjoying the sensations rushing around our bodies.

"Fuck that was good." She said after a while. "You filled the condom."

"That's one to be proud of." I joked.

I'd never been with a girl who was so up front in what she wanted. Jazz inspected my body, feeling and fondling my chest and legs, holding my cock in her hand, watching the last drips of cum dribble out.

"Get in your belly." She said firmly.

I did what I was asked. Her arms brushed along my legs from my ankles to my inner thighs to spend an age pressing and feeling like I was made from dough. Her teeth clamped onto my right buttock enough to cause a little pain, but she laughed when I complained.

She massaged my back and neck, making me groan with pleasure. When she'd had enough of that her hand moved to my arse again, pulling my cheeks open. I felt a finger slide down my crack to rest on my ass hole. Without warning she pushed a finger in. I yelled a complaint while she laughed.

"Well, when I'm on all fours and you are fucking ten bells out of me, remember that and don't fuck me in the ass."

"Whoever you end up with will be partnering up with a hurricane." I said loudly, turning around and laying her next to me.

"You mean its not you." She said looking and sounding hurt before laughing. "You're a good fuck Eddie, and you are funny to be with, but you're not a fuck for life."

My cock was growing again; she was turned on but pulled back.

"I need to pee." She announced opening the door, asking where it was.

I put my work boots on and picked her up, carrying her naked into house three. There was no door, she didn't care I was in the room with her and did a long piss, her wide grin lit by the dim light.

"You're the oldest guy I've ever fucked." She announced. "Most guys my age don't last."

We were back on the bed; I noticed the condom she'd put under the pillow.

"Don't be hard on them, a body like yours will have that effect." I answered and then kissed her.

I was kissing her neck when I saw her feeling under the pillow.

"Before you put that on, can I taste you?"

"That's the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me." She giggled.

I moved my head down, kissing her belly, breathing in her scent when my face lingered on a mass of tangled hair.

"Just relax." I said softly, my tongue parting her pussy lips, feeling the clit slip out of its hood.

I hadn't intended her to cum again so quickly but my tongue hit the spot, she began writhing beneath me and when the tip of my thumb pressed gently against her brown hole she exploded, the bottom half of her body raised from the bed, her teeth gritted then a long sigh fell from her mouth.

"Do what you want to me." She gasped.

"Let's rest for a while, it will be better for us both. "I suggested, she made no complaint.

We cuddled up, soon drifting into sleep. It felt good to have her body pressed to mine. Her firm flesh in my hands. When I woke, I breathed in her light perfume and felt as if I were king of the world, but the fact was a life with her could never happen, the best we could achieve was good friends who would crash together now and again. My hand was cupping her perfect arse when she slowly turned over and gave me a wide happy smile.

"Hi." She said. "And what's your name." She grinned when I laughed. "That was so good last night, do you want to try again?"

"Of course I do." I replied.

We made love, in a purely missionary position, not fast or slow, a constant rhythm as we kissed. I finished not long after her, we lay in the afterglow, trying not to think of the future.

We both realised we had shared something special, that a pull to start a full-on relationship was hard to push away but for both our sakes we had to.

"I wish I was older." Jazz said as she pushed into my arms. "Then I could stay here forever."

It was too early to get up so we laid there in silence. Jazz fell asleep, I pulled on some boxer shorts and went to make a coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I looked to the bed. To the vision of loveliness, her arms by her side, legs slightly open, her breasts pushing up, nipples flat. Her breathing was soft, her face angelic. My cock twitched in admiration, my heart cried over what could've been and my brain warned me of trouble.

Jazz couldn't find her knickers and walked home without. The skirt she wore was short, when the wind caught it her ass was on view to the world but she didn't care.

For days after I walked around with a huge smile on my face. Work carried on, quotes had been received for just everything I'd need but I carried on with the roof work, laying tile after tile. The weather grew warmer, May arrived with bright blue skies and no sign of rain. Moxy joined me for a few weeks, the two of us finished tiling the roofs. We were as brown as we would be after a Caribbean holiday and full of fun. It was a Friday when we'd finished the job but too early to finish. So, we walked across the road to the Worman sisters, to talk to them about what would happen when the electricians arrived on Monday to cure the problem of low power to the houses. To do this some houses around us would be without electricity for a few hours. If they said no, we would have to apply for planning permission.

Moxy was tall, with a scruffy ginger beard and straggly hair, he was as thin as a lath and ugly as sin, but everyone loved him. The Worman sisters were two middle aged nonmarried ladies who loved art and had a reputation of being outrageous. But we were warned by Jazz, that they could also be stubborn and vindictive if anyone treated them badly, we needed them to be friends.

We both laughed when I knocked on the door and prepared to be charming.

One of the sisters shouted they would be there soon but if was five minutes before the door opened. I smiled and was about to talk when she invited us both in. We followed her into the conservatory where tea was offered.

The pair looked very much alike, a few inches shorter than me, slim enough to be called thin, with pale white skin and short grey hair. They both wore a kind of dress poncho, slit high at the sides and low to enough to almost expose their nipples. The fact they were showing so much skin to a pair of builders meant nothing to them.

"We've watched you working on the roof." Ellaine said in a posh country accent.

"Jolly nice it was to, almost had a private moment, but you finished early." Kate added, the pair giggled.

"Don't mind her, she always talks dirty." Ellaine said sipping at her tea.

"I prefer to play dirty." Kate joked.

Moxy and I laughed nervously.

"Do you boys paint?" Ellaine asked.

"I'm ok with emulsion work but when it comes to skirtings and doors, I'm not so good." Moxy answered.

They fell into fits of laughter. When they recovered they began talking about painting the two of us. Moxy agreed, it would be harmless fun, and they promised as much beer as he could drink. Though I suspected this wasn't as it seemed, I had no choice but to agree.

As the sisters left the room to get their paints, beer and snacks, they suggested we both got naked now so it wouldn't feel awkward later. We'd been tricked. At first, we thought of running out the house but that would antagonise them. Giggling like kids we decided to go through with it, get drunk and eat snacks.

Kate returned with cans of beer, offering them around, I drank one quickly and took another, Moxy did the same. I threw off my shoes and socks and took off my tee-shirt, then drank more beer. Moxy followed my lead but then unclipped his pants to stand in black underpants.

Kate felt his chest, telling how muscle form was important when drawing a man. When asked he posed as a strongman, trying not to laugh when Kate began running her hands down the inside of his legs, holding her hand by his crotch.

Moxy froze and made no effort to stop her when she slipped his pants off leaving him naked, with her face inches from his flaccid cock. She cupped his bollocks announcing they were heavy to her sister when she arrived with paper and water colour paints.

I saw his cock twitch and began to grow along with a panicked look on his face.

"That's perfectly natural, I could deal with it now or paint the rest of you and wait while it's gone down." Kate asked wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking it gently. "What would you prefer?"

"I, I, I don't know." Moxy hissed as her mouth took in the tip of his cock.

"Ellaine was suddenly in front of me, her hands quickly undoing my belt, dragging my pants to my knees.

When she pulled her dress over her head, I knew where we were headed. What should I do, have a nice afternoon with the ladies or make them angry. We both chose the more pleasurable way.

The conservatory had a thick carpet, a few cushions on the floor made it into a makeshift bed. I went down on Ellaine, licking around her clit, getting her ripe to be fucked. If we were doing this, I was going to make it memorable for her.

Moxy didn't have a great deal of experience, I noticed how he was copying what I did and grinned at him. I'd never seen such a white arse as his, it rose up and down as we fucked them, enjoying their bodies as we gave them pleasure. When I saw Moxy was struggling and we hadn't been shagging for long I pulled out, telling him to swop over. I handed him a beer; it would dull his senses a little.

Kate climaxed but didn't want to stop, so we swopped back, I nodded to Moxy, he'd done himself proud, he could let it go. He left a pool of cum over Kate's belly and sat back to watch me do my work. Ellaine screeched my name and relaxed her body. I turned her over, fucking her from the back for as long as I could. I finished inside her, figuring she wouldn't get pregnant at her age.

We'd been tricked but didn't feel used. As we left, I pulled out a sheet of paper for their signatures, giving permission for the electrical work.

"I don't think we can do that; it would ruin the grass on the verge." Kate said. She saw the panic on my face and began to laugh. "You should have got us to sign beforehand."

She was only joking but Moxy was entranced. In the pub that night he begged to work with me for a while, till he could figure the pair out. He was never one for talking with women, but he found enough courage to ask the sisters if he could stay with them, as a bed and breakfast, while he worked for me. He nearly burst when they both jumped at the offer.

With Moxy helping, things gained momentum. His best skills lie in electrics and plumbing, fitting the maze of wire, setting it up so a qualified electrician could connect to whatever was needed. He rewired house three and had begun the plumbing before we were fully connected to the mains.

On the day the work was done I went to the bakery to order food for the site, as I waited for them to put it all together, I noticed Sue walk into the post office. She looked run down, worn out by her obligations. Once served she rushed out carrying a bag from the chemist inside, I called out her name, but she didn't hear, or chose not to.

We finished at six that night, but when Moxy rushed back to the sisters I thought I would visit Sue. There was no answer when I rang the bell, but I hung around and rang again. She opened the door looking stressed and close to tears. I heard a lot of noise coming from her husband, she looked flustered but didn't speak.

"I thought I'd come see how you are." I said with a smile.

"I don't have time to talk." She said tearfully and was about to close the door, but I was inside before she knew it. "Please, today is his day, he's getting impatient."

"I'm here as a friend." I soothed, "Let me sit with you."

"It's not fair, I had served divorce papers on Dan a month before he did this to himself, yet here I am, masturbating him so he will be calm for a few days. We never had this much sex, even when we were first married." She spat, the venom in her voice was clear.

"Do you want me to see to it?" I asked.

"What, you will wank him off." She snapped, incredulously.

"No." I said quickly. "I know a girl who might help you out. I could call her."

I called Jazz, explained the situation and asked if she knew anyone who could help, of course she arrived twenty minutes later.

"Sit in with me first time." She said to Sue and dragged me in with her.

You had to feel sorry for Dan, though his accident was fuelled by alcohol and cocaine, he didn't deserve the consequences of his actions. A spinal injury meant he didn't have control of his limbs, the brain injury cursed him with a language consisting of loud grunts and moans, allowing him to communicate if you understood how he was.

Jazz seemed to understand right away.

"Do you mind if it was me today?" She asked, he fell into silence straight away. "That's good. Now, I bet you want to see my titties, don't you. All the boys do." She grinned at me and stripped off her top exposing her breasts, pushing them to his face, holding his head steady so he could suckle for a moment.

Her hand ran down his chest, to the button on his pyjamas, flicking it open, reaching in for his cock, working it slowly, adjusting so she could put her breasts closer to him. I thought he would finish straight away but he lasted a good ten minutes, splashing her hand with his cum.

Dan gave off a long sigh, then lay back and fell asleep. Jazz washed her hands before she dressed.

"You need to get carers in, they'll visit twice a day, get him up, put him to bed. I'll have a talk with my mum, she's a nurse, she'll know where to go for help. I'll come with you if you like, blokes are shit at this sort of thing." Jazz said looking at me. "You can get extra help but may have to pay, but you shouldn't be looking after your soon to be ex-husband."

When Sue went to fetch her phone to swop numbers Jazz grinned at me.

"Are you two fucking?" She asked with her usual tact.

"No, she's married with a lot on her shoulders. The last thing she wants is someone like me." I replied, pulling her close, feeling her arse.

"I want a replay." She giggled. "I'll call you soon." The tornado then left.

I suggested to Sue that I order a Chinese; she seemed happy to be talking with someone. It took a while to come but was well worth it. I helped her clean up, we bumped into each other by the cooker. She fell into my arms; I hugged her. It seemed a human thing to do. Our lips were very close together, her eyes fluttered and closed, she kissed me gently, then jerked away.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not ready." She whispered softly.

"Of course you're not, how the hell you are managing all this I don't know and to be perfectly honest, I'm twice divorced, both times my fault, you shouldn't even be talking to me, but I can listen if you want." She shivered but said nothing for some time.

"His parents want me to use his frozen sperm and have a baby, they are desperate for a grandchild, but Dan was the one who didn't want children, he would even watch me take the pill. They say I was married and owed it to him. But Dan was the one who had a two-year affair with his secretary, he was the one who would never spend any money, never went on holiday, or even have a meal out. As for sex, his idea of that was to lay on top, jerk a little and cum on my leg. But if he saw any man even look in my direction, he'd sulk for days and call me all kinds of names, then cry when I told him I'd had enough." There was real venom in her voice. "The thing is I loved him so much. I knew he was so much older but in the beginning, he was so exciting, when the marriage began to fail, I tried so hard to keep it going but he was in love with the fact he had a much younger wife, not with me, I was a kind of status symbol. Everyone knew he was in love with his secretary, all our supposed friends. Was it like that with you?" She asked suddenly.

"It was all my fault, I'm a builder, if you want to make big money you work away a lot. You go to the local pub for a pint, you are something new, I suppose exciting in a way. One-night stands become a way of life. My first wife found out what was happening and came to the digs I was in, finding me in bed with a girl. She nearly broke my jaw."

"And your second wife?"

"Caught me with her sister." I sighed. "I was so stupid, she wanted to split us up, talked me into bed when she knew my wife was on the way."

"How do you know Jazz?" She asked.

"She wanted to see the inside of my caravan. I showed her." I answered with a grin.

"My god, she's half your age." She gasped.

"She made it clear it was for fun only; we're not in a relationship." I said laughing. "I'm a builder, it happens."

It was midnight when I left, at least she was smiling for once.

The next few days brought a flurry of activity on the site, Moxy and I worked with the sparkies, connecting each house, putting in meters, getting it ready to rewire each house.

It was the weekend so we decided to eat at the Fox, Moxy invited the sisters. Tilly was in the pub with Fulstow. Jazz had finished for the night and invited Susan, we gathered around a large circular table. The drink flowed, a big meal made us even more comfortable. Towards the end of the night, I found myself alone with Sue.

"How many of the girls here tonight have you slept with. I know Jazz, I even suspect Tilly." She asked. "The way she looks at you, like she wants to ponce at any minute."

"I nodded,"

"What about the sisters." She asked. I grinned and nodded again. "Which one?" I smiled but said nothing. "My god, both of them."

"There's a story behind that." I said laughing. "Life is for fun Sue. I know you are in a bad place now, but nothing lasts forever, you will find fun again."

"Things have improved. Jazz's mother put me onto people who can really help. I have twenty-four-hour care now, I pay a fair bit but that's not a problem, I'm getting my life back, even looking for a job."

"Are you any good at designing colour schemes, that sort of thing." I asked.

"Have you seen my house." She snapped back.

"Not really." I answered. "Only in the games room and kitchen."

"Then come around tomorrow, I'll show you the bedrooms and the bathrooms." She was slurring her words.

"That's letting the fox into the hen house." Jazz joked as Sue blushed.

"All joking aside." Tilly said. "We seemed to have formed a friendship group, we ought to do this a lot, more often."

It was a great night, even Sue found herself laughing, and it was a beautiful sound.

Life had turned around for me. I was happy, enjoying my work and the people I'd met. My only concerns were what I did with the houses. I could sell, rent out on a long-term lease, or rent as holiday accommodation. I needed to figure it out but still had plenty of time before a decision had to be made. But then again, life stepped in, an answer came from out the blue.

A couple of days after the meal I was carrying bags of insulation into each house. A long, boring job, when I saw a white Porshe park up beside us. A woman stepped out that had Moxy and I drooling. She looked like a model, dressed in a smart black jacket and skirt, three-inch heels, with her jet-black hair in a ponytail. Her face was fully made up with bright red, shiny lipstick.

"Are you Eddie?" She asked. I nodded. "I'm Christine, I live a few houses away from the pub, the one with the big black doors."

"I've seen that, smart place." I answered with a smile.

"I'm curious to know what they look like inside." She said. "Could I have a quick peek."

I felt like a break so agreed, signalling Moxy to leave us alone. The way the woman was standing was provocative, she looked like the kind of woman who liked to walk onto building sites to get ogled at. It had happened many times over the years. As if to prove my theory she said how hot the day was and undid her jacket. I saw a sheer fabric, so guessed I was getting a tit flash.

"Follow me." I said, taking her to house six. "It's hot because we haven't had the windows open."

We walked around what would be a kitchen, then the utility room, onto the large lounge and the other smaller downstairs room by the toilet.

"Stairs are here next week." I said showing a ladder that took you to the three bedrooms.

"I don't mind ladders." She said with a smile. "But it will be even hotter up there,"

She took off her jacket and began to climb the steps. The fabric of her expensive top showed her back had no tan lines, but you couldn't actually see her skin. Knowing she wanted me to, I looked up her long, toned, legs to see her brown ass with a tiny pair of red lace panties. My cock sensed fun and twitched.

Once she was at the top she walked into the first bedroom, looking out the window, to the picturesque village and rolling countryside.

"They all have the same sort of view." I said standing close, smelling her fresh scent.

She turned around to face me, my eyes of course went straight to her tits, the fabric showed her shape but not what I'd hope to see.

"Oh dam, I'm caught on a nail." She wailed, pointing to her skirt. "Blast, I think it's scratched me, that's all I need, a rusty nail." She seemed to be struggling. "It's an expensive skirt; can you untangle it?"

"It's caught on your top as well." I said examining the nail. "If you can slip that off, so there's no pressure on it, I think I can help."

"This is so embarrassing." She said, half bending down so she could pull her top off, covering her naked breasts with her arms, as I unzipped her skirt, opening it up, pulling it off the nail and down to her ankles.

She stepped out of it, looking to her hip, at a small scratch.

"Will it get infected?" She asked sounding worried.

"Do you want me to suck the poison out?" I asked.

"Will you?"

I knelt down, held her hips firmly and began to suck on the smallest scratch ever. My thumbs hooked over the waistband of her tiny panties and pulled them down, moving my mouth from the scratch to her hairless cunt.

"Oh my god, don't stop, please." She pleaded as my tongue pushed on her pussy, she rested a leg on my shoulder so I could get at more of her.

"Use your cock." She demanded after a few minutes. "And wear your gloves."

I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out, then grabbed my work gloves, quickly putting them on. She was desperate to be fucked, I rammed my cock in her while she leant against the windowsill, grunting as I took her.

It was weird feeling her body through my battered gloves. I'd worn these laying bricks, while putting up scaffolding and carrying wood and a host of other things. They were cut and worn, they scratched her skin, but she seemed to delight in it. As she balanced, I lifted her up, my hands under here cute arse, squeezing them hard but it was a strain on both of us, especially at the speed we were fucking.

"Take me from the back." She hissed, resting her hands against the sill.

I didn't need asking twice. I rammed my cock in her, making her gasp, then roughly handled her tits with my gloved hands as we fucked, sending her to new heights. A s I fondled her breasts I pushed them up and out, feeling their weight as my gloved fingers rubbed against her hard nipples.

I shifted a little, now using one hand to maul her left breast while the other reached down, stroking over her dripping pussy, enjoying her mewing with pleasure.

I knew she had cum and was about to ask where she wanted my deposit when she span around, crouched down and took my cock in her mouth. I shot my load in three long spurts, grunting at each one. When I looked down, I could see she had swallowed two, the other was in a thick line across her face. She smiled and rose to her feet, standing naked before me.

"Fuck that was good." She said as she reached for her skirt, leaving her panties on the floor.

"All you had to do was ask." I said with a broad grin.

"A little drama enhances the fuck." She said pulling a tissue from her jacket pocket, trying to wipe the goo off her face, smearing her makeup in the process.

"You don't want your husband seeing you like that." I quipped. "The bathroom works in house three."

"Toby knows I like dirty sex on the side. Most of the time he watches, you were just too irresistible, I needed it, but the fact is, he sent me here to find out what your plans are for the houses, if they are what we were looking for, he could forward a good deal."

"Are they what you are looking for?" I asked.

"I think so, do you have a card?"

I didn't have any with me, so we swopped numbers.

"Send nudes." I joked as she left.

"Maybe you can take some." She answered and climbed down the steps.

I assumed I'd never see her again, but two days later, I received a text asking if I could meet Toby at the Fox after work that day. I walked in not having a clue what he looked like, but he greeted me before I reached the bar and ordered us both a pint. We sat down on table away from the rest. We shook hands, he confessed his wife had told him everything and that was outside any business we did. He then began his sale pitch.

He would take on all ten houses at no cost to me. A website was ready to advertise them as holiday homes, he expected fifteen hundred a week for peak season, down to half that in the colder months. The target audience were the moderate rich. He was confident he could get a calendar year full for eighty percent of the time and was pretty certain he could fill it. His was a new company, one of many others he had. If he could show how he could fill bulk holiday homes, he could sign up others at a cost. That's were his profit would lay.

"If you sell the houses, you will get two hundred to two fifty each. That's a max of two and a half million. If you lease long term you will get a hundred and twenty thousand a year. If you holiday let, you would get, even after expenses, half a million, in five years you will get your money made if you had sold them all."

"What extra cost will there be initially?" I asked, though it sounded a good deal there was always a cost.

"You will need to set them up with everything you have in a normal home, from bedding to cutlery, small items that will all add up. There are regulations, we can help with that, but those costs are yours. My job is to sell the homes."

"Do I need a higher spec for fittings?" I asked.

"Get the best you can afford, but the selling point is the area, lots of countryside, loads to do close by. A village that's not overrun with tourists."

He showed me the website, it was impressive.

"Sign me up." I said, rising to get another pint.

"You'll need to hire cleaners and someone who can run things. I presume you will be moving on soon; you will need a maintenance company for all the little niggles. But your earnings should be five hundred thousand a year, if you wanted to borrow off that, to maybe build more houses, you would have no problem."

The two of us settled into a session, talking about business then his wife.

"She has urges that need to be dealt with or she becomes depressed. Our marriage was on the edge when we eventually sat down to talk about it. She explained it all, in some way the thought of it was a turn on for me as well. This developed, most times now I watch and play with her or him after. So, it works out for us both."

"Whatever it takes to make it work." I said wisely. "I've been married twice, the second was a full-on love match but I fucked up, I can't resist a pair of tits."

We left the pub as friends, shaking hands, giving him the go ahead to do what needed to be done. I was stumbling home when Jazz called me, Sue's husband had been taken to hospital with a mild heart attack. When I woke with a throbbing head, this had been upgraded to a severe heart attack, by the days end news came that he'd died.

I tried to call her, but she didn't answer so I carried on with my day.

I rang around the tradesman I knew, plasterers, joiners, sparkies. A visit to the builders centre was timely. They'd just had an order for ten houses cancelled the company had gone into liquidation after paying half for ten kitchens and bathrooms. A quick look showed they were almost ideal and when I was told they came with ovens, dishwashers and fridges I almost cried and was pleased to pay the ten thousand they wanted for the lot, agreeing for delivery early next morning.

Moxy knew two young guys from the pub, they helped us carry everything to each house. It took us all day, but all the kitchen appliances were in position to be fitted, and bathroom gear was upstairs waiting to be unpacked. I needed to get ahead so began putting the kitchen units together, working till three in the morning.

I thought of Sue and sent a text asking if she was ok, if she needed to chat, I was up. A reply came straight back.

'Sorry, you are the last person I need to see right now.'

I have to say that stung a bit, but I was tired and flopped on the bed, to be asleep in seconds. I was excited for the new day though, and was up at seven, a quick coffee and four pieces of toast and I was off.

I had the nack of putting them together and worked rapidly, stacking them so the plasterers due that morning could work. I had a team of six who began in the kitchens so we could get the units fitted.

Then more good news came. The liquidators contacted me, they had ten boilers and a stack of radiators and asked how much I would pay. I threw a stupid figure at them, two hundred a boiler if they chucked the radiators in with it. I couldn't believe my luck when they accepted it.

The only catch was I had to take make an immediate payment and accept the goods straight away. I called the two lads back, we put it all in houses ten and nine, putting the mountain of copper pipe upstairs. By the end of the day, I was knackered but happy. I found a tin of soup in the cupboard and ate that along with half a loaf of bread, then fell asleep in my armchair.

I woke at five, feeling cold but eager to finish off the kitchen cabinets. The plasterers had done me proud. All kitchens and bathrooms were nearly done, apart from nine and ten. Boards had been fitted in some houses ready for plastering; things were really coming together.

When all the lads had arrived Moxy persuaded me to go the café, have a full English belly buster breakfast. I'd not eaten well in the last few days so wolfed it down and sat back to enjoy the black coffee they served.

"You look clean." I said to Moxy. He laughed.

"The sisters pour me a bath every night after I've eaten. One of them gets in with me." He shook his head, still couldn't believe his luck.

"Who sleeps where." I asked grinning at his delight.

"Most nights the three of us, I've never had it so good. When we're done there is no way I am leaving this place."

"I'm setting them up for holiday homes, done a deal with Toby, that's' why I've brought people in. Soon as they are ready, we can rent them out, I'll need somebody on hand for maintenance." I said, nodding at the waitress for the bill.

"Thought you'd want to stay. You've got that barmaid, the tall woman and now the new widow." Moxy offered.

"The bar maid is too young for me, the big woman is fun but her husbands a bit of a perv, the widow doesn't to know." I showed him the text.

"Is she the only one to have turned you down?" He joked.

"Thing is, if all this works out, I will have a good-sized pot to work with. I was thinking of going home, buying some land by Baxter's Farm, putting up some posh houses, you could come if you wanted."

"I'm not leaving this place." Moxy replied firmly.

As we walked back to the site we decided we'd meet that night in the pub, have a few drinks and talk shite about the past. It was eight when we walked in the doors. The first thing I saw was Jazz, Tilly and Sue ordering a desert. I smiled and waved at them all but moved to the far corner where Toby was sipping on a glass of wine, Christine arrived moments later and poured a drink from the bottle. I'd hardly introduced Moxy when the girls came over to say hello. Toby pushed two tables together and invited them to sit down.

"So Moxy, you are taking over maintenance when Eddie leaves." Toby said.

"You're leaving?" Sue asked.

"Not just yet but should be out your hair by Christmas." I answered happily. "I'm dragging in favours, getting people on site to finish must faster. Toby and I have done a deal to let the houses out as holiday homes."

"I need some photo's as soon as possible." Toby added.

"It will be a while yet, they'll all come together at the same time. I need to sort out decorations first; I've got a dozen decorators waiting for the word."

"I thought I was helping with the colour schemes." Sue said softly. "I had colours schemes ready, it's just with the funeral and his family, I'd not had much chance to talk to you."

"But you didn't want to see me, wouldn't take my calls." I answered back.

"My husband had just died." She said tearfully.

"Your ex-husband." I corrected.

Tilly stood up, "It's late, we'd better get back." She said, Sue followed her out, Jazz went with them. Moxy had another pint, then went home.

"Do you want to pick your contract up." Toby suggested.

It wasn't until I stepped into their house did my mind turn to Christine. She wore a short red dress, my hand gently caressed her arse cheeks, she sighed and pushed back, not complaining when I fondled her tits. We were kissing when Toby turned and saw what was happening. He made no comment and seemed to melt away.

Christine rushed me into the lounge, pulling off my sweatshirt, tugging at my belt to get it open, flipping the button on my jeans, dragging them down, grabbing my cock before she took it in her mouth, given me the fastest head I'd ever had. Toby pulled her dress down and freed her tits, throwing her bra over his shoulders.

"Cheers mate." I said sighing when she moved her attention to my balls.

Her tongue roamed the skin; teeth nipped my flesh. Then she pulled me to the floor, I grabbed her tits, gorging on them, then flipped her around. I had full access to her body/ One hand pressed at her breasts, the other sought her wet hole, fingers moving on her clit, feeling her juices pour out of her. My cock was poised and ready, it needed to feed, to visit the dark moist hole it loved.

I found myself slamming into her almost angrily, a thought went to Sue, how I thought she may have liked me. But Christines moans of pleasure took me back to the paradise her body gave. Toby was now laid with us, sucking on her breasts, his hand went down to feel the wet of her bald cunt as I fucked her. His hand reached under to cup my balls gently. I told myself this was an accident but the feelings coursing through my body from fucking her took over.

Then his cock pressed against her, as if it was trying to fit in with me. She realised what he was trying to do and reached down, holding him firmly, pushing the tip inside. I felt a mans cock against mine for about thirty seconds, then he grunted, pouring his cum into her and on me, just as she screamed her pleasure.

His cock deflated quickly, when it flopped out it pulled mine out with it.

"Let me suck you." She said loudly, not bothering to stop the mess dripping from her cunt, or wiping the cum off my cock.

I needed to cum, but she teased the tip off my cock for a few minutes, the rise that had been about to explode went down. I relaxed, let the warm feeling move over me. I felt her finger press against my brown hole and tensed.

"Just relax." She whispered.

I felt her push again, gently opening the hole before sliding in deeper as she sucked on my cock.

This was something I had never tried before, I craved it would go deeper and she obliged. My cock twitched, I was ready to finish and looked down to see her sat upright, her tits swinging gently as she fingered me. I saw Toby on my cock, but in that moment, I couldn't stop and spurted into his mouth.

"Are you mad at us?" She asked shyly.

"I've never done that before." I said feeling guilty. "Neither have I been in a woman with another cock or been fingered in the ass."

"They are all new for us." Christine giggled.

I'm not comfortable with being naked, I pulled on my boxers and sat on the settee, she sat close to me, still naked, my arm went around her, we kissed briefly while Toby made drinks, mine was a strong Jack and coke.

More followed. They asked what the problem was with Sue, I showed them the text.

"I've never tried it on with her, I listened a lot and would like to have been a friend. I understand she's a recent widow but don't know what I did wrong."

"Text messages can sometimes seem harsh when they're not meant to be, but that is pretty brutal." Christine said.

"Might be a sign she likes you." Toby added.

"She's made it clear she's not interested, which is a pity, she was good to talk to."

It was late when I looked for my clothes.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Christene asked. I looked to Toby.

"We sleep in separate beds; I'm a light sleeper." He said.

The bedroom was massive with a huge window overlooking the countryside. She lay on the biggest bed I've ever seen,

"It's a comfort thing, I don't need sex, let's just hold each other." She said softly.

We couldn't help but kiss, my cock twitched but it was happy and well fed. She lay on her side and spooned. My hands resting on her breasts as we fell asleep. I woke to find her looking into my eyes. I smiled then looked at my watch, it was nearly six, I had to be on site in forty minutes, but her scent drew me in. We were soon caressing each other, my fingers sought her cunt, she was soaking. I pushed two fingers in, finger fucking her slowly, increasing in speed as she grew closer to a climax, she sighed when she did, laying on her back so I could enjoy her body.

I'm sure my cock screamed its anger when I refused and began to drag on my clothes.

"I've more plasterers today. I must be there." I said wincing at the thought.

Moxy arrived at the same time. "Didn't you go home?" He asked laughing. "The widow is waiting by your caravan; she doesn't look happy."

She was waiting by the door, a box holding a bunch of files was by her feet.

"I thought these might be of use to you." She said looking at the ground.

I let her in, sat her at the table, she saw my bed hadn't been slept in but made no comment. A lot of shouting outside told they were here.

"I need to give them instructions. I'll be back in five minutes." I said rushing out.

She waited forty minutes before she rose to leave. I met her at the door and apologised, there was no point in me being mean just because she didn't think much of me, so I offered a coffee and told her I was sorry to hear about her husband.

"Ex-husband." She corrected.

"I shouldn't have said that last night." I said holding my hands up. "It was petty."

"Eddie, he was my soon to be ex-husband, but it doesn't mean I don't have any responsibilities. His mother and father are devastated; his family don't have a clue we were separated. I doubt I'll see any of them again, so why spoil this fantasy they have of him and me. It's been my responsibility to arrange everything. I have eight people staying at my house till the funeral on Wednesday, they all want feeding and looking after. I know I didn't love him, haven't for too many years, but I did love him once, I couldn't just walk away."

"I understand that but the text you sent, that I'm the last person you want to see." I think I sounded hurt, she sounded puzzled.

"I had his mother and father sobbing their hearts out. They still can't get it in their heads that we were divorcing. Imagine what it would have looked like if you turned up at three in the morning. They would have assumed you had broken the marriage up, that I was a slut, getting fucked by a builder. You were last person they would want to see."

"But we have never done anything." I answered weakly.

"You don't need to have done. Look at you, you stink of a woman, you didn't go home last night so she must have been close. Who was it, Jazz, Tilly, the sisters?" I didn't answer. "Do I know them.? A thought crossed her face. "My god, Christine! But what about Toby?" Again, a thought ran across her face. "A threesome, but he seems so normal."

"It is normal." I said with a sigh. "Lot's of people do it."

I needed to change the subject so asked about the box, she explained about her colour charts, how they could be applied to the holiday lets. I suggested she had a look around one and took her to house six. Moxy had fitted the kitchen and it looked great. New stairs took us to the bathroom, it was complete with a bath and shower, toilet and wash basin.

The main bedroom, like the others, had been recently plastered, wires poked through waiting to be connected to sockets. She went to the window and saw a pair of panties tied to the handle, I blushed, they were from the passion Christine and I had shared, the guys had tied it there for a laugh.

"Anyone I know?" She asked with a smile. I blushed. "They are small and expensive, I guess Christine, Jazz wouldn't leave them behind, Tilly and the sisters wouldn't fit in them."

"It was Christine." I confessed.

"Are there any others?" She questioned. I shook my head.

"Not really spoken to anyone else."

She laughed. "That's what I like to hear." I said softly.

Her eyes looked deep into mine, I saw her lip tremble, her arms went around me, she was trembling, I returned the hug. We held like that for some time.

"I just can't." She whispered and pulled away.

"That's fine with me." I said with a grin. "But there is something you can do for me."

I explained how I needed furniture and fittings, decorations along with everything a house needed.

"Can I start after the funeral?" She asked looking excited by what I wanted.

"I'd come to the funeral to support you but guess I better stay away." I stated.

"You'd probably end up shagging his mother." She quipped as she left to see to her family.

I went back to work, meeting a guy who would fit the boilers. Contacting decorators, arranging for joiners to attend the next day. I helped Moxy fit the kitchens. Work was constant, mostly sixteen hour days, which left me dazed but happy. Everything was coming together quickly.

The first hint of a problem came in the day of the funeral, I met up with a gardener to see what he could do. He shook his head and looked concerned just at the mention of work.

"It's not rained since March, the heatwave that had given us such good weather to work in was about to increase dramatically, thirty-three to forty degrees was forecast, baking sunshine with no winds." He complained.

Hosepipe bans were about to be announced, work in the garden was impossible, the ground was like rock, nothing would grow in it but worse, paint would dry too quickly, joiners couldn't work inside. Luckily most plastering works had been completed. Talking to the lads on site told that most were going to take a couple of weeks off, enjoy the weather with their families.

News came of other trades cancelling for a week because of the weather. Ironically the only one willing to work was the gas fitter. He'd connect the boilers up while the site was free of people. Moxy and I would lay all the copper pipework and hang the radiators; he'd connect everything up and get it working.

In a way the heatwave had done us a favour, the site was getting cluttered and needed a spring clean, house nine and ten would be completely clear so could be plastered and I also needed a few days off.

It was another late finish, as I walked back to the caravan I heard noise from Sue's house, the wake was an obvious success, but I could be no part of it. I was sweating badly so after eating a can of beans I went to house three and had a cold shower, walking back in my boxers to lay on the bed, groaning at the heat. The weather forecast was right; temperatures were rising fast.

One lone plasterer haunted the site the next day, finishing off his work, leaving early in the afternoon. Moxy helped me shift the boilers to each house, along with all the copper piping needed. The three of us worked in shorts and working boots, none would wear hard hats. My new gloves still felt stiff to begin with but were soon worn in. I looked down to see how clean they looked and smiled, casting my mind to my old pair, how I had last used them. My cock twitched at the thought.

A cold shower at the end of the day gave me back some strength. I needed food so went to the Fox, devouring a roast chicken dinner and five pints.

Working with Moxy was easy, we were like an old married couple and understood what the other was thinking. Once we had found a rhythm our work went faster, we were almost running as we connected pipework together, fitting it along skirtings and up to the next floor.

Dragging radiators into position was a lot harder, we were knackered by lunch on Friday, the gas fitter, who looked like he'd just stepped from under a shower, suggested we all finished for the week, he received no complaints.

Moxy rushed off to the sisters, I spent a lonely Friday night in the Fox. The only people I spoke to asked if I did small works. The answer was always the same.

"As soon as the houses were ready, I would be leaving."

It was a cold, hard, fact. Though Sue was speaking to me again, she was a friend, there was no future with her. I was a builder, cursed to wander the land, keeping far away from home. At the end of my working life, I would be wealthy and well-travelled, with a shoulder I could hardly move, a back that gave out constant pain and knees that groaned as I walked. I'd probably die of alcoholism or some STD caught from some bit of rough when I was lonely.

Such depressed thoughts sent me home. Unable to sleep I dug out my kindle and started to read. I could lie in tomorrow and enjoy a rare couple of days off. I didn't get far into the book when I fell asleep, waking at five. I looked to my phone to see if any messages had arrived. It was dead. I stumbled around and found a charger, then had a coffee, sitting outside to catch a slightly cooling breeze. I was in my underpants but was still sweating. House three called, another cold shower.

I found a pair of clean shorts and a tee-shirt that wasn't too creased, then spotted my phone. I tapped it into life, a dozen emails tinged their arrival, then my messages flashed.

'Thank god they've gone. Fancy a drink in the Fox.' 6.50pm

'Are you there' 7.03pm

'Sorry, should've known your busy. Catch you another time' 8.27pm

'ok, last message, there's a cricket match on the green tomorrow. Everyone will be there, would be fun if you turned up.' 9.57pm

These had all been sent while I was sat in the Fox depressed. My phone had been out of charge all night.

I looked at the rest of the messages.

'I'm drunk now, please come tomorrow' 1.02am

'Why the fuck don't you answer' 3.19 am

I needed to reply, I should have sent something sophisticated, I came up with.

'Sorry, phone out of charge, be there for 11' 7.21am.

As soon as the shops were opened, I was through the doors, picking new clothes, something I could wear that wasn't work related. Shorts, shirts, sweatshirts, underpants, new trainers, walking shoes. Finished I rushed back, having another shower, this time using shower gell to clean my skin and shampoo for my hair. I shaved, wished I'd had a haircut then dug the grime from my fingernails.

I took so long choosing what I should wear that I had to grab the nearest and rush off. It felt weird walking without heavy steel capped, leather boots, so I deliberately walked slowly but still arrived ten minutes early. It was a hot bright day, but I'd left my sunglasses in the caravan. The cricket club had a small shop, that sold bats, gloves and other stuff needed to play cricket. I saw a pair of Police sunglasses and pointed to them.

"They're two hundred and twenty quid mate." The teenager at the counter announced.

To his amazement I pushed forward my card and tapped in the code. I caught my reflection in the mirror; they looked great on me. I turned to the sound of my name, it was Jazz.

"Why didn't you text Sue back last night?" She asked.

"My phone was out of charge," I replied, I messaged her this morning."

Tilly and Fulstow arrived with Sue, they were carrying picnic baskets and fold up chairs. Tilly pointed out her spot and we all walked to a grassy area, picking a shady spot under a tree.

"You came?" Sue said looking sheepish.

"Are you hungover?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I don't seem to suffer from them."

A woman walked by and seemed to scowl.

"That's sooner than I thought." She hissed. I was confused. "They see me as a widow, I shouldn't be even talking to a man for a few years, in ten I could find another partner but till then I should be in mourning."

"Ignore them." I spat.

"I intend to. I have done my duty; I'm not wasting any more of my life because they think I'm a trollop."

"I don't think there has ever been a woman less trollop like than you." The words were out before I could stop them."

"Well now it's my turn to live and I don't care what they think."

The conversation gradually grew calmer and when the others sat down the fun level begam to rise.

"Will you come with me to the bar." Sue asked.

She linked my arm as we walked to get drinks. Inside a gaggle of women fell silent when they saw us enter.

"We are all so very sorry to hear about you husband." A short, fat woman with a plummy voice announced loudly. The packed room turned to us.

"He was my ex-husband; we'd formally separated a month before the accident. I looked after him because his mother begged me to. When he sadly died, I organised the funeral because his parents were devastated." Sue said loudly so everyone could hear.

"What a perfectly wonderful thing you did." Tilly said, facing the crowd.

"Well, I still feel embarrassed that I have inherited everything instead of the fifty percent I was owed. Such an amount, whatever will I find to do with it." Sue pulled on my arm, and we walked to the bar which parted to allow us in.

"Two jugs of Pimm's and two beers please." She smiled and winked at me. "Is there anyone taking orders and serving outside?" She asked the fat woman who shook her head. "How disappointing. You would have thought that on the biggest day of the year you would want to make as much as possible, you cannot simply rely on donations. If I take my position on the board, I will be making some changes."

I paid for the drinks as the gaggle of women clucked and shuffled around, suddenly realising who the biggest donation had come from.

As we sat down a table was suddenly placed in front of us.

"Well, that plan worked well." Jazz said with a grin. "Put that lot in their places."

Sue was so happy, she'd faced her enemies face on and had destroyed them.

"I only found out yesterday, when the will was read, that Dan was the reason why the cricket club was still open. He paid a hundred thousand a year." She said with a huge grin. "I have these bitches in the palm of my hand."

"Are you going to continue?" I asked.

"I don't know." She said. "I have family in Canada, I might move there or maybe go home." This seemed to trouble her.

We ordered food, just BBQ stuff but it lined our stomachs for the drinks which began to flow. When the first of the three cricket matches finished, Sue stood up, her legs were going stiff, she needed to walk.

"Come with me and I'll show you what your guests are coming to see." She said in a way I couldn't say no.

We set off over the field at a fast pace and were soon in the countryside.

"Why are the birds shouting?" I asked, she began to laugh.

"Don't you hear them in the morning?" She asked giggling.

"No, I wake up, kettle on for coffee and radio on for news." I answered.

She stopped in the shade of some trees on the bank of small river you could see was much less that it should be. Trees from the other side of the bank touched leaves with those we were shading under. It had a magical feel about it.

"Listen, she whispered.

It was then I truly looked at her for the first time. She wore a small pair of denim shorts with the button undone. Her tee-shirt had been pulled up to cool her down, showing her belly, when she saw I'd noticed she pulled it down. Her sunglasses were old but hid the sparkle I knew was in her eyes from the wide smile on her face. I'd thought she was pretty, but now I realised how beautiful she was.

"My god." I whispered, then hoped she hadn't heard.

"Yes, it's beautiful here." She answered. "If we are lucky, we'll see kingfishers."

She wasn't tall, but neither small, her legs though seemed to reach into the heavens, when she turned, I could see the shape of her perfect bottom and coughed to take away my thoughts, mentally telling my cock to stay asleep. It stirred from its slumber then fell back down.

"We should leave." I suggested.

"Lay down, let the sounds of nature flow." She replied, laying on some grass, patting the ground next to her.

I did as she asked and it worked. Closing my eyes made my ears work harder, I could hear all kinds of birds twittering away, the sound of the leaves moving in the slight wind, insects chirping. It was so relaxing, but I opened my eyes and saw her next to me.

The shape of her breasts was clear to see; they were bigger than I thought. My eyes wandered down her body, the shape of her hips, the belly she'd exposed to the light, long toned legs that seemed to beg me to stroke. I sat up, looking down at her sleeping form. There was a gape in her shorts, I could see she wore black, sensible knickers, my interest grew, I pushed my cock to one side and thought of my ex-wife, the snarl on the face when she'd caught me buggering her sister, something I had never confessed to when talking to Sue. My cock shrank back with alarm.

She was asleep, I sat listening to the sounds. A water vole peeped out at me from the other side of the river and sat chewing on something green, unconcerned about my thoughts. I gave it the thumbs up and grinned when it scurried away.

I sat like that for close to an hour before she stirred.

"I'm so sorry." She said sitting up. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Sorry about that." I said smiling.

"They are pretty cool sunglasses, but I can't see your face." She said. I took them off. "That's better, you have such a cheeky boy look, like there's always something dangerous you are about to do."

"Maybe when I was younger but now work has taken over." I said sounding old and stupid.

A flash of annoyance crossed over her face. "Let's carry on to the waterfall." She suggested, groaning when she tried to stand up." Ahh, my leg's gone to sleep." She moaned, falling back.

I caught her in my arms, and lay her on the grass, my right hand massaged her upper thigh, where the pain was. We were face to face; I saw the conflict in her eyes and tried to back away but my body wouldn't obey.

"I'm the last thing you want right now." I whispered as our lips brushed each other, gently, like a feather on skin.

"I know." She said softly. "You will leave; my heart will be broken, but we have right now."

Her lips crushed against mine, her tongue invaded my mouth as she tried to get closer, kiss harder. My hand pulled at her shorts, they were down in a second, I reached under her shirt to her breast, feeling the smooth fabric of her bra. I needed to see, to feel their naked flesh, and pushed my hand under, a thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. As she moved to her side to get closer, she pulled off her top, unclipped her bra and collapsed on me gasping, her need for my body was much as I desired hers.

My hand cupped her buttocks, then pulled down at her knickers, pushing them lower so she could kick them off. Once down, her legs spread out before me, willing and desperate to feel me inside. My cock was out, shaking in celebration of such worthy flesh, it burst inside her, eagerly consuming our passion, feeling her climax a few minutes later but not slowing, instead it craved more, would have lasted forever if my balls had wanted to. But they needed release, ten minutes later, as I felt her tense again the rise came upon me, I felt my sperm begin to flow.

She cried out, as if in pain, then pulled me close, gripping hard on my arse. Bitting onto my shoulder as if needing the blood that began to trickle out. I wasn't wearing any protection and I didn't care; I needed the ejaculation into her womb and didn't give a fuck about any consequences.

I pushed her arms down and gorged on her tits as I exploded inside her. Spent, I summoned the energy to roll off, then the pain struck.

"Fuck, you bit me!" I exclaimed, then laughed as she began to apologise over and over.

"I couldn't help it. I don't know what came over me."

"I don't mind." I whispered, the scar will always remind me of you."

"I hurt you." She said tearfully.

"It doesn't hurt that much." I lied as I wiped blood off my shoulder.

I looked across the river, the water vole was back, it must have watched us, I then noticed her black knickers had caught on some branch on the opposite side.

"I'll do without." She grinned pulling on her shorts.

I watched her tits bounce as she dressed and pushed away all thoughts of the pain, I'd feel when I would eventually leave.

We walked slowly back to the cricket ground; her arm linked in mine. We hardly spoke on the way back; a calmness had fallen between us. We saw our friends, they were all standing, watching some commotion nearby. I rushed forward, sensing trouble, which seemed to come from the bar. I walked in looking to see where the bother was. Three scruffy men were at the bar. Two were demanding free drinks, while the other had his arm around the fat woman Sue had argued with.

People looked on shocked, not knowing what to do, but I did. I grabbed the man pawing the woman. He glanced at me, I saw the shock in his eyes in the second before I slammed his face hard onto the edge of the bar, enjoying the sound of his nose being broken. He slumped to the floor, spark out.

Suddenly, the area around me was clear, the two others eyed me up and down, one thought he had a chance and swung a wide punch which I dodged easily. I'd landed three punches on him before he managed to stagger back with a hand to a face, screaming at the amount of blood flowing. I hit him hard in the ribs which spun him to the side, a punch to the kidneys would have him pissing blood for a year, a hard kick to the bollocks finished him off. His pain was so great he couldn't make a sound. His friend stepped away.

"My dad's going to fucking kill you." He uttered, then fled, just as the police arrived.

It was amazing how things went straight to normal as soon as the man was taken away in an ambulance. I made a statement which was backed up by the fat woman who couldn't stop crying and saying how I had saved her.

A couple of pints calmed me and we sat down to watch the last game of cricket, which was the main event. Fulstow was the captain and opening batsmen. As he walked on the field to cheers Jazz saw blood on my shirt.

She pulled it to one side.

"Oh my god he bit you!" She shouted.

"No. I banged my shoulder putting up some boards this morning." I said looking to Sue.

Fulstow was the star of the day, he scored 38 runs, bowled three out and caught two, beating the other side by four wickets. I've never seen anyone look so happy, Tilly swelled with pride and bought a round of drinks to celebrate. I was feeling the effects of the beer and had slowed down. As night began to fall the party grew louder, a disco blared music and people were dancing away.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Sue asked, hugging me close, kissing me gently, not caring if anyone was looking. I smiled a reply; she squeezed my hand. "I feel so......"

Her words suddenly ended when shouting came from the darkness where eight men suddenly appeared.

"Which fucker did my lad!" Screeched a huge fat bellied man.

The evil in his words sobered me up instantly. I turned around as the lights went on. People moved away, leaving me facing them all. I looked around, searching for a place to stand my ground but the man rushed forward with his two boys by his side.

"This is gonna hurt." He growled.

He lunged forward, I leapt to the side and hit him hard in the kidneys, he cried out in pain and threw his anger into a wild punch. I kicked behind his knee, felling him like a rotten oak. His head hit the ground hard; blood spurted from his nose. The sons were shocked and stood frozen to the spot. I hit the one on the left square on the nose, doing the same to the other before he fell to the floor.

A punch on an already broken nose is one of the most agonising things in the world, I'd hoped the other five would have run off but my plan didn't work. It seemed to give them more courage, a thirst for revenge.

I stood my ground for a while, landing heavy punches that took their toll on my foes, but they had me surrounded and felt the first kick to my ribs the second I was knocked to the ground. Boot after boot struck hard, I pulled my arms tight over my head and my knees to my chest to ease the pain of a beating but a kick to my bollocks had me close to tears.

Then it suddenly stopped, my eyes saw flashing blue, I heard people screaming and saw Sue and Jazz fall to their knees beside me.

"Get Moxy." I snarled between broken lips.

An ambulance arrived and I was floated into it on a stretcher. Sue and Jazz were with me, police met us at the hospital where I was seen to straight away. Though my balls were still complaining the rest of me was covered in cuts and bruises but nothing else. I had been working hard, humping around some heavy weights, climbing stairs. This had super toned me up. I was probably the fittest I had ever been. I may have looked a state, but nothing was broken.

Moxy arrived. He shook his head and took some pictures, even when Sue told him to leave me alone. I watched him send them off.

"Sorted." He said. "Do you need anything?"

I shook my head. "You found anything about them?" I asked.

"Had a word with the police. They're a family who say they are gypsy's but they're not. They roam round the county, finding old sheds, growing cannabis, selling it locally. They don't have any connections but cause havoc wherever they go."

"I need two days." I said. He nodded and left.

They let me out first thing in the morning, Sue took me home, propped me on cushions in the lounge and fussed over me, though I spent most of that day asleep.

I woke the next day feeling sore but able to have a shower and walk about. Moxy called, we would meet up early Monday morning.

Monday came, I felt like shit, my shoulder was burning but I was still eager to get revenge and end the matter.

A row of cars must have held twenty people, the JCB and forklift were loaded. Moxy led the way, taking us to a remote farm. I started up the JCB, Moxy drove the forklift through the gate, heading for the biggest caravan, he was flanked by a line of men, all tradesmen I knew. They were armed with cricket bats and crowbars.

I smashed the JCB into the doors of the old barn and began demolishing it, just as Moxy put the forks under the caravan. The door opened, the father looked shocked when he saw what was about to happen, the forks rose, lifting the side of caravan up so it tipped on its side with a massive crash. He rammed into the next caravan before people began to rush out to see what was happening. The crash of the barn woke them all up, but they didn't know what to do.

The father rolled out of the big window, screaming for help but my lads rushed forward and began beating the crap out of them.

It didn't take long to destroy the barn, a long-time mate of mine set it alight, joking about breathing the smoke in. I smashed up the caravans but left the cars alone.

"This is your one and only warning, you get out of the county and never come back. If we meet again, it will be the last thing you do." I snarled.

I realised I had made my point when I saw the father had wet himself.

We left them picking belongings from the wreckage.

"Who wants breakfast!" I shouted when we'd loaded up. "See you in the Fox."

It was a hot day, so we moved outside. I called Sue and Jazz, the sisters arrived to fuss over Moxy, who was buzzing. I on the other hand felt terrible. The day was already hot, but I was bright red and sweating yet was shivering. I tried to eat but couldn't get anything down. When a friend put his arms on my shoulders to say thanks for the fun I howled in paid. They tried to move my sweatshirt, but it was stuck to my body but it was plain to see I had a bad infection.

"I'll get you to hospital." Sue announced grabbing her bag.

I rose to go with her, then everything went black. I heard Jazz say she had seen a bite mark on my shoulder, I hit the deck hard but didn't feel a thing.

I had some of the weirdest dreams and saw all kinds of strange people sit around my bed, Ghandi, George Harrison, a man with a pool ball for a head who was speaking woodpecker in a way I could understand.

I woke three days later with a raging thirst and a massive headache. Jazz was to the left, Sue to the right, they were both crying. I asked why.

"Because you're awake." Sue sobbed.

"Don't you want that?" I asked.

"They said you could die, that it was touch and go. The bite, it became infected, apparently there is loads of bacteria in your mouth, I didn't know, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry." Sue wept.

A nurse sat me up and called a doctor who gave me water which I drank eagerly.

"You need plenty of fluids, but you will be fine." The doctor said, looking at the wound which was much better. "We'll keep you in today, but you should be able to go home tomorrow."

Jazz went to get a coffee.

"You look shit." I said to Sue, her face was swollen, she looked drained of energy and desperately tired.

"I nearly killed you." She sobbed.

"Yeah, but what a shag." I joked. "I forgot to ask if you were on birth control."

"I am, it was habit really, didn't need to be." She sniffled managing a smile.

"And you lost your knickers in the river."

"I know, I was sat in the hospital wondering if people could tell." She was smiling now. "I'd put on the tightest pair in my wardrobe but, without knickers they kept slipping down."

"Why did you put the tightest pair on, did you seduce me?"

"I planned it with Jazz and Tilly." She confessed. "But to be fair, I could have been wearing a bin liner."

I laughed, we both did, she reached out to hold my hand. Picked it up and kissed it.

"You find a way of making me laugh." She said softly.

"Why don't you and Jazz go home, get some sleep, I'm feeling tired, but I will be much better tomorrow."

They didn't want to leave but what I said made sense.

Sue was back early the next morning to hear good news; I could go home. I felt much better and could walk without feeling stiff. The bite mark would leave a cool scar and now was an annoyance for being itchy rather than infected.

The weather, as predicted was still red hot so we sat in the garden, under the shade of a posh umbrella. Tilly and Fulstow arrived with Moxy and the sisters. I thought it was just a visit, but Sue had organised it as a celebration. Fulstow lit the BBQ and cooked the food, while Jazz made drinks. Christine and Toby arrived bringing a huge chocolate cake.

"How are the houses, will any be ready for Christmas?" He asked.

"All ten will be." Moxy answered happily.

"Shut up." Tilly hissed when she saw Sues reaction.

"It's ok, I understand he will be leaving, we are going to make the most of the time we have." Sue said stroking my arm.

"Rumour is you bought the land and that ugly barn." Toby said ignoring his wife telling him to stop talking business.

"Yeah, they near enough gave it to me." I said hoping he would shut up.

"Because to get any services to it you needed to go through the houses." Toby stated.

"So I heard, but there would be no chance of getting planning permission, it's classed as green belt." I said.

"It already has permission, five on the land, two on the barn."

"Are you sure?" Moxy asked.

"Yeah, it's common knowledge."

Sue looked at me, her eyes were shining. Moxy clapped his hands and kissed each sister, everyone looked to me.

"Thing is, I need a rest from it all, I don't want to be getting up at stupid hours, freezing my balls off, working myself into a hip replacement." I said.

Sue looked startled. "Are you still going to leave?"

"As soon as the cold weather hits I want to be out of here, chasing the sun, spending a couple of months abroad. Where would you want to go?"

"Me!" She asked.

"Why not, we can work on the bite marks." I joked.

"But your houses." She said shocked at the suggestion.

"Moxy can cover any emergencies, Jazz and her friend are organising the cleaning and changeovers, the bookings are done online, if others are needed, they can sort someone between them.

"We'd love to help." The sisters said together.

"Come on Sue, you've had a few years of pain, let's have some holiday time."

"Well yeah." She agreed clapping as people cheered.

So Moxy and I retired. The other houses would be built over time, but by other builders. I wonder what havoc they will cause.

The End.