2329 UNPC Universal Calendar.
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"So you want to help?" Anton asked, squinting at Kate. There was no doubt she'd be of help, but he wondered if she could stick with it.
"Yes." She stated flatly. "Why, you don't think I can?" she asked.
He frowned at her, and chuckled to himself. "Well, as long as you can follow simple instructions, building a fence isn't so bad." he said. In truth, he was glad to have someone to share his hobby with.
"Alright" He shrugged. "Put on a shirt, we're headed to town." he said, checking his pockets and making sure he had his 10 kinds of shit stowed away where it belonged.
"I'll put one on when I get there" she retorted, "you know I keep one in the truck." She told him, making him roll his eyes.
Waving goodbye to the rest of the tribe, they were off, and headed to the local building supply store.
"You're going to have to pick out some stuff, a set of pouches, maybe an impact driver from a brand, and a few other odds and ends." Anton told her, knowing he was spewing, but just happy to share it with someone who seemed interested.
"I figured as much." She replied as they pulled onto the driveway. She was smiling, her interest piqued by how passionate he spoke of things that were more or less alien to her.
"Is this going to be a constant thing? You helping me with stuff like this?" He hoped.
She nodded. "Probably, I'll see if I really like it, and then maybe I'll help you build that deck," she smiled, seeing that look on his face again.
"That would be nice," he replied. It would certainly make it go by quicker he thought.
"What all do we need?" She asked, having noted that he had none of the materials on hand.
He laughed, "Fucking everything" he paused, chuckling. "Pickets, two by fours, four by fours, concrete, post hole diggers, I need a new masons line, I could use a new circular saw" he rattled off.
"What's a masons line?" she asked.
"It's a thin nylon rope that's used for layout" he paused. "You'll see." He told her.
They were the only ones on the road, as they usually were. She looked out the window as the woods went by.
"If you were going to build the fence by yourself, how long would it take you?" she asked. "Ballpark." She added.
"Uhmmm, probably about six hours, the concrete setting would take the longest. Today we'll probably dig the holes and set the posts, then pick it up tomorrow morning." He replied.
"Six hours for five hundred feet?" she asked.
He squinted at her. "Yeah." he nodded, "How would you know, you've never built a fence before." She frowned at him.
"You'll see" he told her.
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They pulled into the parking lot of the building supply store, and she threw on the white tee shirt she kept in the center console. The color of her nipples showed through if the light hit her right, but she didn't care.
"How much money are we going to spend?" she asked before opening the door.
"Two grand?" He supposed, "Maybe three?"
She nodded, and got out.
They stepped into the store, and they were hit with the familiar smell, and the hustle and bustle of a mid day Home Depot.
"Where to first?" She asked as he grabbed a cart.
"Tools, you're going to pick out a set of pouches, an impact, a hammer, and I need to grab some things" He said, she nodded.
"You're lead duck" she said.
They were getting stares, but they didn't care.
"Pick one" he told her once they reached the isle of power tools.
She approached a Makita display, and picked up a brushless impact driver, hefted it, and sat it back down, not liking its balance.
She repeated the song and dance multiple times, until she settled on a Milwaukee model that advertised up to a month of battery life in a compact form factor.
"This one" She said, holding it up and showing it to him.
"Nice, that's the newest model of my old style one I still use. It fits right in a pouch." He nodded.
"Now what?" she asked after setting a box holding the impact, a single 100 amp hour battery, and a charger.
"Circular saw" he said, reaching down and grabbing a box holding a Milwaukee battery powered circular saw, and tossing it in the cart.
"Aren't you going to look at it?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No, the design is older than I am, they're all the same." He said, making her nod slowly.
She looked to the other saws next to the one he'd grabbed. Makita, Skil, Dewalt, Ryobi, and Ridgid all had identical looking saws.
"What's the difference between them?" she asked.
"Nothing really, Tech Tronics Industries owns Ryobi, Milwaukee, and Ridgid, they all come from the same factory. It's only the battery platform you've already spent money on." He replied. "As for the others, they're all basically the same too, very slightly different versions of the same design."
"That seems backwards" She said, making him shrug again.
"That's how it is." He replied. "Now lets get you a set of pouches and a hammer."
Twenty minutes later and she'd picked out a nice set of leather pouches with suspenders to go along with them, a hammer, a speed square, and a tape measure.
"I like this one" she said, holding up a wooden handled 28oz milled face "California" style framing hammer. "I take it they're mostly personal preference?" she asked.
"Yeah, weight is really the only thing that matters, I use a 32 ounce, and I've never had the weight be an issue" he shrugged. "It just depends, some people like fiberglass or clad metal handles."
"Who makes the best bits?" she said, looking at the various brands of different hex, square, flat, and Phillips sets, some with included drill bits in the same isle.
"Bosch, Dewalt, and Milwaukee," he replied. "In that order."
"What do you use?" she asked.
"Bosch" he nodded. "Proper German brand."
She chuckled, and picked up a mid sized Dewalt set, and added it to the cart. They then grabbed a new bright red masons line from a few isles over.
"Let's check all of this stuff out, and then pull the truck into the contractor area, then load the materials." he said.
"Sounds good" she replied.
$800 later, they'd thrown everything they'd bought into the truck, and backed the truck up to the contractor entrance.
They gathered the supplies, which was easy for them. Workers had come up to them and asked if they wanted help loading the bags of concrete and lumber, and they were turned away every time. They'd pre paid for a certain amount of materials, so they'd effectively skipped the check out process for the bags and bundles of things.
Several people watched in awe as the 6'6'' woman carried four 100lb bags of concrete, two on each shoulder, out the door and put them in the bed of the pickup truck, which was also getting stares.
"I'm sure if you asked she'd tell you" Kate heard a mother tell who Kate assumed was her daughter.
"Can I ask momma?" the child asked. That answers that Kate thought.
Kate put the bags of concrete into the back of the truck, and had just turned when the child came up to her.
"Hi" the child said.
"Hi there" Kate replied, taking a knee to be closer to eye level with the child, who she assumed to be ten or so.
"I've got a question" the child said, her mother staying near.
"Yes?" Kate asked patiently.
"How did you get so big and strong?" the child asked.
Kate laughed. "Well, my mom and dad were big and strong, I ate lots of protein, and made sure to stay in shape" She told her.
"Can I be like you one day?" the child asked in such blissful innocence.
"You sure can, at least somewhat" Kate smiled at them, making her giggle. "All you've got to do is stick to it."
"Really?" the child asked.
Kate nodded enthusiastically. "You can do anything you set your mind to, never forget that" she told the child.
"Here, matter of fact, I've got something for you." Kate said, producing a challenge coin, and giving it to the child.
"What is it?" the child asked.
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"It's a challenge coin, like a token of my appreciation." Kate said.
The child turned it over in her fingers. "Charlie Seven" was written on one side, with "United Nations Peace Coalition Augment Corps" on the other, engraved into the matte grey material with her armored silhouette stenciled in gold on each side.
"I'm sure if you ask your mother, she can tell you all about who I am and what I did for a living" Kate said, glancing to the woman standing behind the child, who smiled.
"Thanks" The child said, and promptly ran back to her mother.
Kate waved to her mother, who was pushing a cart with a ceiling fan in it, and Kate turned to face Anton, who had just slammed a bottle of water in half a swig. He held it out to her, and she took the other half.
"We done?" She asked.
"Let me count" he said, and he did.
"Yeah, we're done." He said. "Hows being a celebrity treating you?" he asked, nudging the pair of post hole diggers further into the bed so he could shut the tailgate.
"I'm acclimating," she replied, smiling as he slammed it shut. "Let's get out of here," she said.
As soon as the door closed, she was peeling her white shirt off, which was plastered to her with sweat.
"You better get used to that" he told her, smiling. "There's some around here that don't exactly like who we were." He said, his tone changing to be more serious.
"Thanks mostly to the PCID fucks" Kate scoffed.
Anton agreed silently with a nod, and a frown. Not so fond memories.
"That was nice" Kate said after a long while of nothing but road noise. "Thanks for letting me tag along with you." She said.
Anton smirked. "You're saying that without having even done any work yet."
"Yeah, I'll probably hate you by four o' clock." She jested, making him laugh.
They pulled into the driveway and parked the truck, Anna stood on the porch and waived to them, her also naked boyfriend, Noah, waived as well.
The cooler in the back seat was brought to the passenger side floorboard, and Anton grabbed a full ice cold OD green canteen out of it, and quenched his thirst before putting it back inside of the cooler.
"There's water in here, probably not enough for the two of us all day, but it should be enough for a little while." He said, hearing the tailgate of the truck get dropped, and a "Uh-huh" from Kate.
"God you look sexy like that." He told her as soon as he laid his eyes on her, rounding the pickup truck. She might've been covered in concrete dust and already sweating, but she was stunning, wearing just jeans, boots, and gloves. A glisten of perspiration covered her entire torso.
She laughed at him. "Keep your head on straight, I don't want this fence to be an eyesore." She told him sternly, but in a joking manner as she shook a finger at him.
"Yes ma'am" He teased, making her roll her eyes as she walked past him.
"Come spray me down with sunscreen, I've had enough melanomas." She told him, grabbing the airesol can of heavy duty sunscreen that lived in the panel of the passenger door.
He twisted the twist top, and gave every bit of her exposed skin a liberal coating. He then squinted at the can, and set a timer for when it was slated to be reapplied.
"You're too damn white to be out here in the sun without a shirt like that." He told her.
"You're too damn male to tell me what to wear." She retorted without skipping a beat.
"Watever, go put the bags of concrete where they need to be." He told her. "And gently, don't just heave them off of your shoulder and make them burst." He added.
"Durr ess durr!" She replied, making a stupid face and slapping a limp salute against her forehead.
He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.
She walked out and set the bags at four pace intervals, along the rough line of the fence.
Anton walked over to the simple 8' metal barbwire fence post he'd hammered into the ground at one end of the fence, and attached the brand new masons line to it. He then walked all the way to the other end with an identical post and called Kate over.
"Hey honey, come over here, I want to show you something." He said, not needing to hollar, and knowing she could hear him just fine.
She walked over, and humored him.
"This is how you attach and tighten a line." He said.
He made a small U shaped loop in the line with his left, and grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and turned it till it resembled a corkscrew. He then threw the loop over the metal bar.
"Now you pull the straight line, and make up for what you pull with the slack end." He explained, "pushing" and pulling the string.
"Then, you can cut it like this." He said, putting one end of the line under his heel, and holding the other with his left hand. He grabbed the line with his right hand, and twisted it while he held it so the bind was near his palm. With a simple up and down motion of his hand, and a pop, the line was in two pieces.
"So that's why you're so good at tying me up." She said, grinning.
"Two pages of the same book." He replied.
"Been a while since you've done anything like that to me. I think I'd enjoy a chest harness." She said, staring off into space with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand against her chin, making a mock of deep thought.
"I think I still have some rope in that box under the bed." Anton said.
"You'll have to steal it back from Anna." Kate shrugged, making Anton spin around, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
She giggled stiffly at him. I'm a dead woman.
"You cannot stop her from exploring those things, you can only make sure she does so safely." She told him, for what had to be the 100th time.
He took a deep breath, and placated himself. "I know, I know." He breathed. "Book too, I hope?" He asked.
"Yes, book too." She nodded, and they kept walking.
"Now we need to dig the holes." He said, smiling. "I'll start digging, and once you set all the posts where they need to be, and you're hard headed enough to ask, you can dig too." She laughed, but agreed.
He started digging the holes for the posts. Far quicker than she would have thought possible. She laid the posts next to each bag of concrete, and he used the posts to gauge where he needed to dig the next hole by simply laying one end of the post over the exact middle of the hole. The other end would be the exact middle of the next, and so on.
She got done laying out the posts, and walked up to Anton. He handed the post hole diggers over, and gestured for her to get to work.
"This is hard." She huffed after just a few.
"Uh-huh." He nodded, sitting on the tailgate of the truck and watching her do her thing.
"I take back what I said about you being too white to do this without a shirt." He said, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce as she tried her best to plunge the diggers into the ground as deep as she could, but only managed a few inches.
"Asshole." She huffed over her shoulder. She said it with a smile that portrayed how she truly felt about him admiring her.
He walked to the passenger seat of the truck and moved the cooler to the relatively vacant truck bed, and sat drinking water as she dug the hole down to the marking on the handle.
She left the diggers in the hole, and walked over to the tailgate where he was sitting.
He handed her the canteen, and she took a drink before handing it back.
"Tuckered out already?" He asked, smiling.
"How do you do it so fast?" She asked bewildered. When she did it she could only produce handfuls of moved dirt, but when he held them, he could get the hole dug in only a few strikes.
"Practice." He nodded. "Give it some time." He told her, hopping up and staging the next post along the line.
They took turns digging the holes, every four or so they did, one of them would move the truck along the line.
The sun was low in the sky by the time they finished digging the holes. Setting the posts went quickly as they worked as a team.
The concrete would set overnight, they even had a few posts and bags of concrete to spare.
"Last step is spreading out all of these damn pickets. And we're going to need more." Anton said. "Probably another two truck loads."
"Bundle?" she asked. "How many?" She stood with her hands on her hips.
"Ten, every three paces." He said. "We should have about two left over once we're done, sound good?"
She gave a rather unenthusiastic thumbs up, and set to work again.
Her right shoulder had some new scratches, mostly on scar tissue, but he couldn't help but feel bad for her. I'm sure she's comfortable with that reality of her lifestyle.
They finished relatively quickly after that, and the truck got parked in the little area near the entrance of the house. Her gloves got tossed in the passenger seat as she closed the door behind her.
She sighed heavily. "You know, it's been a very long time since I've felt like this." she said.
"What? Actually tired?" He asked, not in his usual teasing way.
"Yeah." She nodded, following him up the stairs and into the house.
"You two hard workers go get cleaned up, supper is in the blue Tupperware in the fridge." Sarah told them as soon as they walked through the door.
"Thank you darling." Anton told her, pecking her on the lips. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to make up for their 6 inch height difference.
"Get away from me." She told him playfully, ushering him upstairs after Kate, who was lazily making her way up the staircase.
They met in the bedroom, and stripped before getting into the shower, discarding their soiled clothes in the laundry basket in the corner.
They washed one another, hugged a bit, and simply embraced each other before turning the water off and stepping out.
They each put on a simple pair of dark colored men's boxer brief underwear, and went downstairs to eat.
"What time do you want to get started tomorrow?" She asked, somewhat eagerly as their food was rewarmed in the microwave.
"No rush, figure around nine or ten." He replied.
She laughed at that.
"What? I'm allowed to be lazy, we're retired, remember?" He replied as the microwave beeped.
They didn't bother dirtying two dishes, they simply sat next to each other and ate off the same plate as she leaned against him.
After they'd eaten, they found Sarah sitting in bed, typing away on Anton's laptop. Probably writing an article in the nudist magazine she helped with.
"How'd you like it?" Sarah asked.
"I liked the small potatoes with the mushrooms and bacon." Anton said.
"The gravy was really good." Kate said, climbing onto the mattress and sitting criss-cross, facing the foot of the bed. She looked at Anton with a small grin, and eyes of ocean blue.
"Oh, here's what you wanted." Sarah told Anton, tossing him a neat bundle of hemp rope.
"Thank you." He said, holding the rope up. He asked Kate with a look, and she nodded.
She put her hands behind her back, forearms against each other, and sat up straight with her shoulders rolled back, and her head held high. Perfect posture. Her nipples were stiff, and she blushed slightly, swallowing.
"Good girl." he told her simply, kneeling on the mattress behind her and putting an authoritative hand on both of her arms, just above the wrists, and pushing them into her back.
She sat silently as he started tying. It was a simple harness that did not rely on the breast tissue to stay in place, as it didn't wrap around them. He'd used the same tie – a star chest harness that also immobilized her arms – probably two dozen times on her before, and probably about half that on Sarah, or others.
"Stop grabbing your elbows." He told her softly. "Let the weight of your arms rest against the rope." She seemed to relax in front of him, and he made the final knot before tucking the tail of rope under another.
She leaned back into him with a smile, and he let his hands rest atop her torso with her laying in his lap.
"I like this." Kate said softly, smiling with her eyes closed, entirely content.
"I'm glad." He told her, caressing the nipple of her left breast, and watching the inverted dimple raise a bit.
"I always love it when you check me for lumps." She told him softly.
"Like giving you a breast exam?" He asked.
She nodded. "It's weird, I know." She paused. "Just feels so loving, and I like how tenderly you treat my chest when you do it, it feels so much different than when you're just playing with them."
"You're getting an exam every night then." He nodded.
"Heard." Sarah stopped typing for a second to say.
Kate laughed. "I'm happy with that."
Suddenly, a memory came back to her.
"Remember when we were at installation Oh-Five-Eight and they trained us on identifying cancers?" She asked.
He instantly grinned, being reminded of the memory.
"Do tell." Sarah said.
Kate giggled. "Basically, he was assigned as my partner, now this was like six weeks after I was assigned to him." She paused, taking a breath as he gently felt the flesh of her right breast, around and under the rope.
"He uhm." She paused to gather her thoughts as he kept probing at her. "So I was laying naked on that cold steel table with like twenty other people doing the same thing around us, and they were explaining how to give a breast exam to a female patient." She giggled.
"This big, blushy moron must've asked me four hundred times if I was okay with him touching my tits." She laughed.
"What can I say? I wanted to make sure." He laughed along with her.
"Anyways, I had to do the same thing to his nuts right after that." She giggled.
"And I did the same exact goddamn thing" Kate said, laughing harder.
Sarah laughed with them.
"Good memories." Anton nodded, looking down at her. "I remember that distinctly, it was the first time I touched a titty." He nodded.
He took the look Sarah gave him with a stiff upper lip.
"You were like what? Eighty then?" Sarah asked.
"Yup." Kate replied.
"Dear god, when was the first time you two had sex?" Sarah followed up.
"You're going to pass out with that one." Kate giggled.
"Why?" Sarah squinted.
"You mean like penetrative, mine into hers sex?" Anton asked. Sarah nodded slowly.
"Like forty two years after that?" He said.
Sarah blinked dumbly, before going back to typing like she hadn't heard a thing.
Kate & Anton both laughed about it, and he finally moved onto her left breast.
"So tingly." Kate shivered under his touch.
"What was the first time you two did anything fun?" Sarah asked. "I've probably asked that before, but I don't remember."
"About a month or two after we really 'got together' she gave me a handjob, and I fingered her." Anton said.
"What was the first time you gave each other oral?" She asked.
"I want to say ten years?" Anton supposed.
Kate nodded agreeably. "About that, I think."
"Oh my god, you two." Sarah wanted to scream.
The other two just started giggling again.
"She does give great handjobs." Anton offered. "The first time she used her mouth on me it was like she didn't know what to do with it suddenly."
"You took to eating me out like a duck to water though, holy shit!" Kate said.
"Damn right." Anton said cockily.
"You made me scream So. Damn. Loud." Kate said, "I couldn't walk right for an hour."
"You're making me crave it." Sarah warned.
How about I tie you up while I do it?