Chapter 403: Foundations for Learning

Molly, you are something else, and I love you for being who you are.

“Well, Bob, in that we do agree. You are a damn good foreman, but not for this job site or customer. I’ve looked over the details this young provided me compared to what you have modified. You are enviable to seek to source materials with similar specifications at a lower cost from a different provider than specified. You also question the costs of doing things in the construction process which are over-engineered and unneeded to meet the building code,” a woman in her mid-twenties told Bob. “You’ve disregarded me as you have this amazing young woman. I will give you credit for being color blind and ignoring my darker skin. I explained that you were to build everything as engineered and documented, without deviation. Cost is not a factor for this job. I am not my father, nor do I put up with his turning a blind eye to sexual or age discrimination. You’re an excellent foreman, which is why I’m not sending you packing. The Matis job is completely fucked up and is a perfect fit for your skills. Before you go off bitching about women not knowing their place, how this is a man’s job, and other sexist crap, you best quit why you are ahead. Molly isn’t some girl going around trying to say big words and do math tricks to make you feel stupid. The Matis job? I sat with my dad to go over my analysis of every detail. It had things on there that were regularly missed and just fixed by a foreman like yourself without a word. Dad, my brother, Zeke, Trever, and I missed it. Before I left the office, we found out that we had made a ten-million-dollar mistake. During the time it took me to drive over here, Molly sent the office a full rework of the cost that saves us money instead. Doubt her skill and capabilities all you want. Anyone who provides a schedule that keeps us from stopping work because of Irving’s mid-morning crap or Reggy having to go to one of his kid’s schools to deal with whatever they did, is more than I have seen anyone else doing. She did it for free.”

I bet you aren’t happy.

“Bob,” Molly said from over by his computer.

She gave him a set of diagrams of the engine of his truck with areas related to an oil leak. Cutaways were showing the exact causes of each.

The woman told Bob, “How much have you paid the mechanic and dealer to find those oil leaks?”

“There is no way,” he told us.

Molly smiled, waved for us to follow her outside, and went to four spots showing oil stains. Each one had the same pattern. She then went to the guy’s truck to point at the oil drips under it. Taking Bob’s phone from his shirt pocket, Molly got down on the ground and climbed under it. She took pictures of the areas in question, slid out from under the truck, and gave him back his phone.

She then told Bob. “Leak only manifests with the truck parked on a fourteen-degree upward incline and the driver’s side at least nine degrees higher than the passenger side.”

“You can go explain that to the dealer on your way over to the Matis Job,” the woman told him. “I know you’re pissed. Rip into the crew at the Matis Job. If you stop off at a bar along the way, just go on home. I’m not keeping you on my payroll if you are drinking on my time. My dad may have overlooked that shit, but I’m not my dad.”

Bob huffed off into the office.

“David,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Katty. Most people call me Kat and have since my dad let me onto my first job site when I was eight. Until my tits got too big to hide under overalls or a flannel shirt, they didn’t know I wasn’t his son. I have a brother, but he tended toward clothing design and hairstyling instead of construction work. Too hard on his nails, he often complained. No one knows if you are a male or female when you go into a porta-potty to take a piss. I’ve debated getting a boob reduction so that I can go back walking on the roof trusses. I never got the butt to counterbalance me out, and they go flopping all about even in a sports bra.”

We walked the site, and Molly would point to various things that she saw were already mismeasured. After getting frustrated, Molly went to get a roll of paper and a precision computerized measuring device. It used GPS, sound waves, and lasers to measure down to plus or minus a fraction of a millimeter. She kept finding measurements off by the same ratio.

“Do not use architectural software. Use the plans,” Molly said.

When Molly went off to set up another measurement, I told Kat, “Molly is Autistic Plus. If she is talking to you about some things she finds wrong, versus just standing there silently and pointing, she is pissed off. Molly does everything in her head faster than we can even start to punch it into a computer. Just because I know her as well as I do, I’m pretty sure she is going to tell you how far off per foot the computer software calculated due to rounding.”

“No need, David. It was not due to a computer rounding error. Bob can give you the number of nails required to frame a house to code and how many to do it right. He can look at a piece of plywood and give you the grade from ten yards away and where it will crack if placed improperly. When we hire day laborers, Bob can tell you who can’t hammer a nail for shit but who doesn’t mind sitting on a roof truss holding the board in place for someone else to nail in. As long as you give him pre-cut or pre-measured materials, he is golden. Give him a stack of two-by-fours, a framing square, pencil, and saw to cut six inches off each one, and not a damn one of the pieces will be less than a quarter of an inch off. Measuring isn’t his thing. Nor is working with girls or women,” Kat explained. “Before he knew I was a girl, he treated me with respect like I was one of the guys. He knows damn well that I’m right and didn’t question why he is on another job. I’m going to take over out here personally. Dad is pulling the previous foreman off the Matis job to fill in for me. He and I can tell a crew the same thing, the same way, and they will only trust that he is correct. Between us, I hate the damn office work. Dad can have it. My gay brother and sister don’t mind doing their part to run the family construction company, as long as they don’t have to leave the office or go to a job site. Well, they will go to a job site after construction completes appear to be important.”

While I talked to Kat, Molly must have run around the fence for the mansions or found a gate that no one knew was there. She handed me one of the wrap things that Annie and Crystal used to bind down their monster tits to do martial arts without them being in the way. Kat was only a c-cup. Molly just pointed to the construction trailer and Kat.

I told Kat, “If you let me play with your tits, I can fix your balance issues.”

“Now that is a different way of saying you’re going to fuck me so hard my legs will turn to rubber,” Kat joked as we headed into the trailer and locked the door. “I’ve not found that guys have anything that does much for me in bed. Girls at least know how to work the machinery to get me off in a way I can’t do myself. I don’t swing either way, but if you want to try out my pussy with that long dick of yours, I’m willing to crusty panties for a few hours,” Kat told me.

I had her naked above the waist and her tits bound down before she even processed what happened. Two fingers and my tongue took her to a place she hadn’t gone before. I had her jeans and panties back in place before she came down from her last cum.

“Me and my big mouth,” Kat said as she sat up. “If you did that to me with only your fingers and mouth, I think I’m going to take a raincheck on you giving me some dick. Well, that is unless you feel that earned you a fuck.”

As I pulled on the men’s tank that I found rolled up inside the tit wrap over Kat’s head, I told her, “I never said anything about sex, only that I would fix your balance problems if you let me play with your tits. No way was I going to have you go back outside so horny that you were ready to drop your pants and pull a train trying to get off at least once. Now, how about we go test out your balance?”

“What did you do with my tits?” Kat wanted to know as we walked over to a small building on a concrete pad the crew was framing in.

She didn’t wait for me to answer as she took a few bounds and imitated a feline cat. I couldn’t resist and was a few feet behind her.

I should have known that this wouldn’t be an issue for me now. I’m not bragging when I say I can do anything better than you.

Kat showed me that she had done girl things too, or at least gymnastics.

Now I see what Molly meant about my brain processing my reflexes as fast as she thought through things.

While I did feel like things slowed down for me, it wasn’t me messing with the flow of time or anything using the place in my head. My brain sent steady bursts of energy to my muscles to correct movements to counter what I was trying to do. One second I was jumping into the air, and the next, it seemed that my body slowed down as I did a double-back flip and twist that had me facing where Kat had stopped to look back at me. We were standing on the one-and-a-half-inch side of the two-by-four.

“Impressive,” Kat told me as she did a backflip away from me.

She wasn’t a little girl anymore and didn’t put in enough force to come all the way around. Kat realized it too. I was about to grab her when she got her hand on the two-by-four in a way that had her straddling it.

I got a big grin when she said, “The roofers all knew I was a girl even before I had tits to get in the way. None of them ever said a word about any of the times that I rocked on a beam or when I waited for a wet spot to dry. By the time I was an A-cup, I could carry a bundle of shingles or two-foot by four-foot piece of sheeting anywhere they needed it. That winter, I was a B-cup, and by the spring, I was a C-cup. My balance was gone, and that told me it was time to realize that I wasn’t going to be able to hide that I was a girl anymore. Now I don’t even notice I have tits. Are you sure you aren’t interested in cumming in my pussy?”

Molly interrupted with a shrill whistle from below us.

“No, but I bet I can make you still need to change your pants and panties,” I told Kat.

With a quick lunge, I had one arm around her waist and the other moving to grab onto the two-by-four we had just been standing on. It was a sixteen-foot drop to the concrete pad under us.

In the air, I moved Kat around quickly, and a foot above the floor, I threw her up into a slow spinning flip. She gently landed on the balls of her feet as I dropped into a roll.

Kat came to punch me in the shoulder and say, “If I hadn’t learned how to hold it so that I didn’t have to get down to pee, I would have wet my pants. Asshole. Later tonight, I won’t have any pants on to wet when I think about how it felt to have you holding me.”

Molly was standing there with a whole clipboard of things that needed fixing immediately.

She pulled out her phone to show me that we needed to be at the entrance to the heavy equipment building in a few minutes. The concrete factory, which she had already arranged a week ago, was on the way. Molly had gone back over the original plans, found where there had been a concrete factory here on site, and contacted that same company. They had the latest version of what was here before and are bringing it here now. We didn’t have to worry about the old mounting system integrity because of improvements in metals and plastics. The replacement weighed one-quarter of the original and was three times faster.

While we waited, Molly had me see if I could affect her balance the way Kat wanted. It didn’t have any noticeable effect.

I expected a much bigger production of things. Instead, a crane arrived and began setting up as the trucks arrived in a set order. Some guys removed the huge bolts holding the old frame to the concrete. The crane moved, swapped out the old mounts for new ones, and loaded the old ones on the trucks to haul away. When the frame was in place, trucks came in that had all the sections. It was like an oversized model with bolts instead of glue.

Once Molly decided it was going well, she pointed me to a four-wheeler and then toward home. Karwin was leaving in the morning and wanted to spend the night with me. Becky needed to get laid.

It didn’t take long to get Becky sated and sore.

Karwin didn’t want to have sex as much as have me holding her naked body to mine starting right after dinner. We enjoyed some movies, a long shower, and then went to sleep. I woke buried in her butt as she came.

“Maybe one day I may want to be your broodmare, but for now, I’ll leave that to my niece and Becky. I should have gone home weeks ago, but my sister said that nothing needed my attention. I needed to enjoy being a teenaged girl. Becky, Bambi, and I started going to the public pool after they got home from school. I don’t like wearing a bikini, but no one said a word about my wearing only the needed amount not to be considered nude in public. Becky wore only a tiny bit more since she does live here and has to deal with the boys from school. Bambi always wore a one-piece, tan-through suit. Bambi said that she didn’t want the attention we were getting. I did meet some great guys. It is so great that they have no idea that Becky or I am some of the most powerful teenaged girls in the world. Now I see why men will do incredibly dumb things to get laid or teenage guys to get a peek. I’ve never really understood any of the power I now wield as the head of my family. I do, however, now have some idea what I have over guys. It didn’t take much to have the tiny strip of fabric end up one side or the other as I rolled over and sat up to talk to some guys. If no one was close enough to complain, I left it there so the guys could look all they wanted at my pink canoe. If I liked them, I wouldn’t even try to make it appear like an accident. Instead, I would look at them as I pulled my bikini bottom to the side and used my fingers to spread myself open a bit. In one of the areas, I could have my back to everyone at the pool and face one or more boys. If they sat in the right place, they could take their dicks out. I would pull the top up off my tits and bottoms to the side and then sit back so they could see all the way to my glistening asshole. Three were brave enough to stroke their fully exposed dicks as I rubbed my pussy. Becky and Bambi were great at keeping a lookout. Sometimes Bart would show up too. Girls don’t flock to him as they do at the resorts, but he always has some around him.”