I couldn’t hear ... the wind howling around the door kept his words in the back of the shop.The Clark works when hydraulic door closers quit.He only...bent the door once. We had to park the Clark in the hole.Several times I have asked my crew, “Ain’t you glad you left Mexico?” I only ask when the windchill is 50 below. I get glares in return.But they always say, “Sí, Patrón.” ... and smirk.I passed out the Tyvek, “Dress up. Can’t have your dirt and dust in the boats.”The suits shucked out of. That didn't last long though, she sheepishly averted her gaze. "Odd" I thought. "Very odd"."Alright, let's go" I said as I picked my backpack up off the ground and put it back on my shoulders. As I looked ahead though, I got quite the sight. Mom had decided on a tight pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt that clung to her breasts perfectly. From the looks of things, it looks like she had taken off her bra. "Surely not" I thought.The following hours were largely uneventful. As the day went on, the. "Yes! Much prettier," she said, just as Sara came into the room behindme. And, to Sara. "Isn't Pamela much prettier now?" Pamela?" Sara giggled "What's been going on while I was gone, eh?"Joan yawned theatrically. "Well she and I had a nice little chat aboutidentities. We decided that Pamela was a far more appropriate name thanPeter, didn't we, Pamela?"As she was talking, Sara walked past me and gave Joan a kiss. Then,turning, she got a frontal view of me for the first time. Put a hand. You will call me Master at all times. As soon as we get to the office, you will give your two week’s notice. You have one week to sell everything you own. The second week you will live with my slaves. That will give me two nights with you and my slaves.”She perks up, and the more I talk, the more excited she gets. We are almost at the office when I tell her, “Look how hard you have made me. Now use your mouth to take care of it. You best not spill any of my magic juice either.”She is ecstatic.