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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 130

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 130 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.

Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Nudism   Slow  

Monday muddled along without any word from Jeanna's attorneys. We only knew that court started at 9 AM. At 4 they were still in session. Marcy had printed off every invoice that had originated at the Charlotte rental site. The counter was full of documents in various kinds of order. Marcy had a handle on when the problem started, the two at the site that were involved and how they were connected.

Jenny spent some time investigating the dealer. Their website proved to be valuable in more ways than one. It took Jeanna and Marcy together to come up with copies of the checks from the rental agency. The bank did not want to cooperate. Marcy had four interviews from the temp agency for secretaries on Tuesday.

For me, Monday had been a cakewalk - everything went so smooth and quiet I could have slept in my office. Instead I spent the day on the phone trying to find a place suitable to hold a rape prevention seminar on the Island 'How big a facility would be needed?' Advertise the seminar, require a sign up period, then finalize a place to hold it – would probably be my best option.

Bob's Construction wanted to start on the basement rooms on Tuesday. He had picked up the keys to get in from Marcy on Monday morning. I had made sure that all the BDSM equipment, tools and devices were locked up Monday night. Jenny and I had slipped away from the gym long enough to do the third insemination for this month. The rest was up to nature now and it was now a waiting game to see if it worked. She and I both believed that it was going to take several months before we were successful.

Tuesday was another story. The main transformer in the college's substation just blew up at exactly 8 AM. The top of it landed in a student parking lot half a mile from the substation destroying six commuting student cars. The fire burned for four hours before it had consumed all the transformer oil that was in it. As if that was not bad enough, two thirds of the college was out of power and would be until the transformer was replaced.

The admin building and security had its own backup generator. That left four dorms and the cafeteria with no power and the weather was going downhill tonight. The other dorms were powered from a different college substation. The local utility company found a replacement transformer at one of their storage sites in Washington DC that they would sell the college for a cool quarter million plus installation.

Installation required a crane to load it on a special trailer at Washington and permits to carry it across the Bay Bridge. Another crane was then required to set it in place and crews to hook it up after it had been filled with new transformer oil. It had to be tested before it could be powered up. They said it would all be done in 24 hours. I did not see how that could be completed in 24 hours, let alone before the bitter cold tonight and the super cold tomorrow night.

I hunted down the head of building and maintenance; he was in a meeting with the College Board. As head of security I simply pulled up a chair at the table and listened to the sob story that was being dumped on everyone. With no heat and no place to put the students and frozen pipes coming, there were long faces all around the table. They were trying to find one generator to do it all. I asked how much electrical load was on each of the dorms. I knew from accounting and walking the grounds that we had our own meters on each of the dorms and the cafeteria.

The head of the buildings looked at me like I was crazy but made a call and then said, "The dorms use about 200 KW and the cafeteria about 300 KW," he replied. In my travels I had seen trucks from Annapolis Mobile Power pulling portable generators up and down the highway just like the marines used in the battle field. Every time a camp was set up or moved transportation had to move the generators; I had done it dozens of times.

I looked up the number on the smart phone then rapped on the table for quiet and dialed the number. I asked for the man in charge. "Do you have four 250 KW and one 350 KW 120/240 three phase generators that you can deliver and hook up today?"

He asked all the particulars. The maintenance man answered all the questions. The final answer was they would be on site, hooked up, and making power by 5 PM, but we had to maintain the fuel supply for them. They would each run 16 hours at 80% load on a 300 gallon tank of fuel. I knew that Mr. Bozman could get someone to deliver the fuel twice a day until we were done with them.

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