It seemed that he was getting excited about me showing off my body, and I think he liked the idea of using the party as a way to get our libidos revve... up, so we could fuck to impregnate me again.I nursed the baby for the last time about 5:00 pm on Friday, and then took her, her supplies, and the breast milk over to my mother’s home. I got back home at about 6:00 pm, when Jack was just getting home from work. We had a small dinner and took a long, hot shower together, and then dressed for the. They cuss and yell and so do I. They wear worn out work jeans, flannel shirts, hard hats, tool belts, and steel toed boots and so do I. My dad had warned me in the very beginning if I wanted their respect, this is how it had to be. The clients and the interior designers could show up in their heels and make up, but not me. Any sign of weakness or “being a girl” would allow them to take advantage of me, so as far as the job was concerned, I was the Domliest Dom of the bunch, and they all knew. So we had to walk almost five miles each way to get a greasy meal.We went back for supper and we did the same thing on Sunday.I didn't start getting nervous until Monday morning. Unlike most of the things that I have gotten in trouble for, what we were planning to do this morning wasn't a petty crime. This was something that could get me locked up for a very long time if we were to get caught. But it sounded so easy in my head.We waited until nine in the morning and put some cleaning supplies. The raucous shouts ofworkmen and the roar of engines shattered the peace of the night.Standing atop a huge mound of displaced earth, staring down into thescaffold-lined pit of the unusually deep foundation was a beautifulwoman wearing a business suit and a pair of knee-high, green rubberwellingtons.Struggling to make her way up the mound of heavy clay soil was anotherwoman. She struggled because she was walking with the aid of crutches.Though tall and powerfully built, she was obviously weak.