One job that he got was removing a hundred year old railroad bridge. Tim used explosives to shear the bridge from its concrete suports. Pat and Crysta... were there to watch that bridge span plunge into the water. They were still there talking to Tim when three divers drug a one and a half inch cable out to the bridge span and dove down and attached it. A small work barge was anchored over the bridge and divers were prepaired to go down and cut loose the first section. The large crane tightened. The staff were kind to lovers and we were left on our own. We carefully avoided talk of past or future. We were in limbo, both immersed in work, realising just how much we had to do to catch up. We drank enough wine to make us cheerful and I ate enough to make me welcome the walk back to Polly's, holding hands. We'd sat with Polly, Arthur, Barbara and Michael for a while, talking about the little domestic triumphs and disasters of the day.Robert and I had kissed goodnight at the front door,. As they did you could see the cum falling out on to the guy laying on the floor. Don’t think he was too happy about it. Mrs C let them move out the way. She stayed in the doggy position as the guy who was in her butt slipped back in to her. Two of the guys who were having blow jobs had already cum as well over her tits. Shame as I was hoping they would have cum inside her. Wasn’t too long before the guy fucking her butt started to cum. Same again thrusting deep inside as he did. As he pulled. ‘Goodnight. Love you Steve.’ ‘Good night Ingrid. ‘Till tomorrow then.’ He hung up quietly. He couldn’t bring himself to say those words yet. ‘I love you, Ingrid,’ he practiced to himself. He could say it to himself. When would he be able to say it to her and know it to be true? They talked again on Monday and Tuesday. Indigo did not make an appearance. Steve told her about his meetings in very general terms, but he got her interest when he told her about his plans on Wednesday. He had.