As I said I am in construction so many nights I work over. Another fantasy of mine was to fuck her at work one day. We had a big concrete pour one-day...that was going to last well into the night. I called her up that afternoon while her husband was at work. I talked her into coming to my office around 8:00 p.m. so we could have some fun. By 8:00 all that was left was to finish the concrete, so most of my guys were gone. She showed up around 8:15. It appeared she had dressed for easy access. When the contents of the the lodge had been cleared and placed in a pile outside, the real work began. The heavy buffalo hides that served as the lodge covering had to be removed, folded, and tied also. Then the long, heavy lodge poles had to be dismantled and laid on the ground.All of this heavy labor was considered woman's work in the Indian world and having given birth a few days back did not excuse participation. All the lodge poles were used in pairs, harnessed on either side of a horse. She was wearing a white summer dress with flowers that fit her curves to a tee. I came to a complete stop. She must of heard me catch my breath because she looked right into my eyes. Her smile lit up her face even more. If I had been further down the isle I would of looked back to see who she was looking at with the look on her face. I felt my face get warm and I knew that my cheeks were bright red. I fumbled to get something off the shelf to my left to break eye contact. I heard her chuckle. ”“I wish I could just go like that,” Dana said, wistfully. “You’re a lucky man.”That was something, this cute little thing thinking I was a lucky guy. I thought about that while I finished my coffee. Well, maybe this young lady was right.The next Saturday, I parked the Jeep right in front. It was sporting the new winch I’d put on and looked good in its new set of 32” tires, not too big and not too small. Dana stopped beside me when the crowd had left, leaning against the narrow counter again.