Pheasant Construction

Marshall told me we are making top dollar on this but the client was very particular.

Preston for some reason seemed to like me and at the end of each day we would share a drink together. One evening he asked me a number of questions about what was my life plan, and did I have the balls to take some risk.

I told him yes I had a plan. I just didn't have all the details worked out.

"I don't want to be doing manual labor at 50 years old." I told him. "I'd like some land out of town with an area to build a shop and work on things when I wanted to."

He looked at me with a big grin on his face nodding his head and just staring at me.

"What?" I asked him. I had no idea where this was all going.

"Son, this just may be your lucky day," he told me.

Preston went on to tell me he owned several thousand acres of which the house we were in sits on. He was on the verge of getting county permission to develop it. His neighbor to the north, Abner Flint, was thinking of selling his 80 acre plot with a small manufactured home on it.

"Are you going to buy it?" I asked Preston.

"That old asshole hates me. He'd never sell to me. He thinks I shot one of his dogs that got on my property." He went on. "Ever since then he flips me off whenever he sees me."

"Why does he think you shot his dog?" I asked.

"Because I did!" He replied. Well that was that.

"That 80 acres is a gold mine as soon as this zoning goes through. Flint doesn't know anything about it yet. Son, someone's going to make a lot of money on this land. Why not you?"

We discussed it and Preston said I'd need $600,000. I had an idea on how I could raise the money. I remembered in my legal partnership there was an option to borrow against your equity.

I thanked Preston, told him, I'd need to think about all this. He nodded and told me to think quickly. Old man Flint's land is going to octuple in value soon.

That night I got home and told Tracie about my conversation with Preston Balfour. I'm not sure she grasped all the details but she had to have sensed my excitement and that got her excited too. She also grasped the idea of getting rich.

The next day I called Marshall and told him I had something I wanted to talk to him about over lunch. We agreed to meet at a cafe near the office.

I had considered asking Marshall to join me in the venture to buy Flint's land. As I pondered that option I came up with a particular conclusion. Though I liked Marshall and we were partners, I can't say that I completely trusted him.

At lunch I told him I wanted to know the possibility of borrowing against my equity of Pheasant Construction.

"How much are we talking about Kevin?" Marshall asked.

"Well, I'd like to see if I could get $600,000." I told him.

Marshall almost choked on his food.

"$600K!" He sputtered. "Kevin, that is one hell of a lot of money. What are you going to do with $600K?"

This is where it got tricky. I didn't want to tell him what I was doing, but I didn't want to lie to him either. I kind of mixed truth with lies.

"There is a piece of land I want to buy and eventually build a house and a shop on." This was all true. I just omitted the development part.

"I don't know Kevin, it seems like a lot of money for our business to come up with. I'll need to talk to Claudia about all this." He said not sounding optimistic.

We ended up talking about business for a bit. Out of the blue Marshall invited Tracie and I to Cabo for a week with he and Belinda the first week of January. They had some villa rented we'd just need to pay for our flights. I told him that I'd talk to Tracie.

As we were leaving Marshall clapped me on the shoulder and with a sincere look told me he would look into the loan, but not to get my hopes up.

That night I had a mixture of excitement about the trip but sadness about the loan. Tracy was very excited about Cabo and less disappointed about the loan. She was already planning on what she would bring to Mexico.

The next day mid morning I got a call from Marshall to come by the office after work and meet with him and Claudia. This had to be about the loan.

I arrived a little after 5 PM. Claudia greeted me and was far more friendly than normal. I did not get into the office much but every time I interacted with Claudia it was businesslike at best, and often downright hostile. Tonight was different.

"How was your day Kevin?" She asked almost sweetly.

"Not bad," I said and then began telling her about the projects we had going.

She looked at me nodded and smiled appropriately, but I was pretty sure she was not paying much attention to what I was saying.

At that point Marshall got off the phone and we all went into his office. Marshall had that broad charismatic grin on his face and a file folder on his desk.

"Kevin," Marshall began. "Claudia and I have talked about your loan request. We take these matters very seriously. The happiness of our employees . . . I meant partners, is very important. I want Pheasant Construction to be more than a workplace, I, we, want a family environment here."

This was sounding positive, almost too good.

"Your equity stands at 20%. We have a valuation from our bank and the CPA at $2.4 million for the business. Your share at 100% is $480,000. That would be the maximum we could loan you."

He then opened the file folder and handed me a check for $490,000.

"I have included a year end bonus of $10,000 for you. I also have a bonus check for $5,000 for Angel. I had hoped you would present that to him. Now Claudia has some papers for us all to sign."

And with that the matter was settled. I was very excited and nervous. It all seemed to go too smoothly.

There were a number of different documents I signed. In truth I did not understand much of what I was signing, I guess I was just trusting Marshall and Claudia.

Marshall invited me to dine with he and Claudia but I begged off.

"Did you buy your tickets for Cabo yet?" Marshall asked as we were parting.

I told him we would get that done by the end of the week. I was in a good mood. My financial dreams were getting closer. I loved Tracie and I was making her happy with this trip. And work was great. I loved what I did. I was glad to see Angel doing so well and I felt good about my business relationship at Pheasant Construction. What could go wrong?

The next day after working on Preston's study we had our drink. I told him I had $490,000.

"Son, you are going to need all of that $600,000. Old man Flint isn't that bright but he's stubborn. You'll need another $110K." He told me.

We sat there in silence for a moment.

"What kind of equity do you have on your house in town?" He asked.

I hadn't thought of that. I originally bought the house for $175,000. With the improvement I had made it had to be easily worth over $300,000.

"You're right," I said. " I could borrow against it and get the $110,000."

"Or sell it and live in Flint's place while you build your shop. Whatever else he did, Abner Flint kept his property up. Never been there but I bet the house is in good shape." Preston added.

I hadn't thought about living there. My goal of having land was suddenly getting closer quickly. But would Tracie like it out here? I know she kind of likes the excitement of town but I believe she shares my dream of land and financial independence. At least I hope she does.

Over the next few weeks I contacted Abner Flint and made him a full price offer. I listed my home for sale and had multiple offers within 24 hours, all above asking price. Tracie seemed excited but I noticed some reservations. All the while I kept my personal business separate from Pheasant Construction.

During this process I continued to seek advice from Preston. He was extremely helpful. Through his lawyer I set up the land purchase as a wholly owned LLC that I was the 100% owner of. I didn't understand all the details of my loan through Pheasant Construction. I told Preston I wanted to be sure that Marshall couldn't somehow get his hands on my land.

Preston assured me no one but I had rights to this land until I decided to sell.

We closed on New Years Eve on the Flint property. Abner said he'd be out by January 2nd. Our flight to Cabo left on January 5th and we needed to vacate our home in town by February 5th. The timing all worked out perfectly.

On January 3rd Tracie and I drove out to the property. It was about 15 miles from town. While we were driving all Tracie could talk about was the trip to Mexico. She had only flown once before. We had to apply for an expedited passport for Tracie. She was very excited and nervous.

It was an unseasonably warm January day in Central Oregon. We first inspected the house. Preston was right. It was neat as a pin, but very outdated. I started talking with enthusiasm about how we could fix it up. Tracie just nodded her head with not quite the same enthusiasm I had.

Then we walked the land. Directly north was a small forested hill. As we walked toward it Tracie hugged me, spun me around.

"Close your eyes and count to a hundred." She said with a giggle. "Slowly." She added then she ran off.

OK here we go with a new game. I gave it a good 150 seconds and turned. I scanned the landscape. Any place other than the forested hill area, she would be visible. I headed toward the hill.

The vegetation was mostly pine trees, sage and other scrub brush. Too far east to get much fir or spruce. I stopped, scanned the forest and listened. I thought I heard a noise off to the right among the higher rocks.

Coming over the rise I saw her. Nude spread out on a towel I had not realized she brought. As I saw this incredible sight, I knew one of the rules was silence. She was looking off to the west. She wasn't completely spread eagle but her legs were spread enough that I could see all of her, waiting and available.

No foreplay this time I stripped and took her. She was completely lubricated and warm contrasting with the cool January air. I roughly spread her legs, held her arms down, and fucked her. It was like prehistoric man finding a woman in the wild and satisfying the most primal of urges. She climaxed as I dug my fingers into her round ass.

Someday I'm going to ask her about these odd attractions she has. But not today, I was enjoying it too much.

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Tropical Mexico was a sensory overload. Warm to hot weather and the gorgeous blue water of the ocean was breathtaking. For Tracie who had rarely been out of our county, Cabo was an exotic wonderland. The few times she had been to the Oregon Coast the water temperature was not much more than 50 degrees. The 80 degree Mexican ocean was intoxicating.

The oceanfront villa was amazing too. We had our own private balcony off our bedroom and a whirlpool tub in the bathroom. Off the living room was a large sun deck overlooking the ocean. Belinda was normally on this deck working on her tan.

Mornings we went for long walks on the beach or exploring downtown Cabo. One morning we took a water taxi to Lover's Beach. We saw the rough Pacific side. We were warned about the dangers of this part of the beach. About half the time Marshall and Belinda would join us, but it was understood we could all do our own thing.

Usually by mid afternoon the drinks started flowing. It was heaven. Tropical drinks, a beautiful oceanfront view and wonderful warm weather. No stress.

We all became comfortable with each other. We had spent time with Marshall and Belinda before, but when you spend extended time with anyone you can become more familiar and comfortable around them. In Belinda's case, we discovered, she became quite comfortable.

Early in the trip it was bikinis on the deck. Not much different than you would see on the beach, maybe a little skimpier.

Then came the thongs.

By mid week the bathing suit tops were undone as she sunned her backside. After a while the top was not re-tied when she got up. By Wednesday she was fully, uninhibitedly, topless.

Belinda was in her mid thirties I guessed. Attractive and shapely. She didn't have the lean definition of Tracie but she was curved. A shapely and feminine ass. And she had those big soft tan boobs.

I think the topless big boobs kind of intimidated Tracie. She is so self conscious about her small breasts that Belinda parading around with her tits on display kind of got to Tracie. I did my best not to look too much at Belinda. Particularly when Tracie was around.

There was one evening after a long day of beach, sun and fun when we all probably had too much to drink. We were making dinner at the villa and everyone was in a good mood.

I was dressed in my swimsuit and flip flops only. Belinda topless, parading around her big tan boobs, asked Marshall to open a jar of salsa that was stuck. He couldn't get it open.

Then she asked me. I cranked it open. Then the tipsy, topless Belinda threw her arms around my neck, crushed her tits into my bare chest and kissed me, fortunately on the cheek.

Giggling she strutted her be-thonged ass back to the kitchen. Marshall was laughing at the whole scene, and then I looked at Tracie. She was staring daggers at me and also at Belinda.

I walked over to hug her, and she moved away. All that evening she was quiet. I tried to pay extra attention to her.

"Tracie, what's wrong?" I asked later that night. She just shrugged and moved out of my embrace.

"Do you want to walk on the beach?" I asked. This was something she liked to do as the sun was setting. She didn't reply.

"How about going to bed a little early . . . . if you know what I mean." I asked with a chuckle.

"No thanks." She said. "I'm sure I'd be a disappointment compared to Miss Titsy." She went on. Then she walked off.

What did I do!?

Other than that event the rest of the vacation was great and all too soon we were heading back home.

Back in Central Oregon along with our regular jobs we had the extra workload of packing up our sold house in town and moving to the new place out of town.

I was excited about this move but back from vacation Tracie seemed a little down.

We moved into Flint's old house and there were things we needed to do. I told Tracie that we would be building our new house in the next few years. Flint's old place was temporary. There were times that our goals and dreams were aligned, but also times where Tracie would say something that made me think maybe they weren't quite so aligned. Hmmm.

All of a sudden we were both caught up at work. Along with Tracie working part time at Venza Paint & Tile she was also building up a clientele for "Tracie's Wallscaping." She was doing paint and wallpaper and she became quite good at Venetian Plaster.

Pheasant Construction was booming. By March we were booked out nearly the entire year and we were picking and choosing our jobs. Angel and I mostly did the finish work on high end custom homes. Marshall and I had talked about bringing in an in-house designer. Marshall also wanted to hire more production staff.

Something was still a little off with Tracie. I could tell the transition to our new place was taking some time for her to adjust to. I didn't get the happy, fun loving Tracy as much as I used to. I kept reminding her of our long term goals.

One day mid-Spring Tracie called me at work and asked if we could meet for dinner tonight in town at Blacksmith's for dinner.

"What's the occasion?" I asked her. Blacksmith's was a very nice restaurant.

"It's on me," she said. "I've got something I want to talk to you about. Don't worry I think you'll like it. But I want to talk to you about it at dinner."

"OK," I said. "Very mysterious."

She laughed and hung up the phone.

That night we had a delicious meal at Blacksmith's. All through dinner I kept trying to get her to tell me what she wanted to talk to me about. Finally as we're finishing she nervously started talking.

"Kevin," she began. "You know I've always wished I had bigger boobs."

"I know that Tracie, but that doesn't matter to me, I like you just the way you are." I told her.

"You say that because you love me, but I think you would like it if my boobs were bigger." She said. "And I want them bigger. I hate my flat chest."

I didn't say anything I wanted to see where this was going.

"I met with a plastic surgeon yesterday. Dr Daniel St Pierre. Their clinic is adjacent to Franciscan Hospital. He said I was an ideal candidate." She excitedly told me.

"The procedure would be $8000. I have saved that from my business. There are all types of implants available." She told me.

Then she went on about gel and silicone and saline and different cc sizes and what would be too big and the recovery time etc.

I truly didn't care. If this was going to make Tracie happy then I guess I was all for it, but I couldn't help but wonder if the whole Mexico trip started her thinking like thIs.

She had the surgery. It was outpatient. Dr. St Pierre said she did "marvelously" and that all went well.

For several days she was bandaged up and I had no exposure to the new boobs. Tracie took a week off to recover. No bending and lifting anything for a couple of weeks.

Finally, one Saturday morning, I came back from working outside. I walked into the house and there stood Tracie, nude, with her brand new tits.

I was a bit startled by the nudity and the big boobs. She looked good. She kept looking at me. A mixture between proud of her new body and looking for my approval of her enhanced appearance.

"Wow," I said, still in a bit of shock. "Tracie, honey, you look great." She did look good, just very different.

"You can touch them if you want." She said.

And I did, very gently at first and then a little more vigorously. They felt great and they were fun to play with but I couldn't help but think, is this my Tracie? I suppose it will take getting used to.

She told me she loved her new look. She wondered if they should have been bigger. I told her they were just perfect the way they are now. She kept looking at herself in the mirror. Then she tried on different clothes to see how she looked.

"I'm going to need some new bras." She stated as she appraised herself.

If Tracie was happy and this helped her get out of her little funk, then I was happy.

Life went on. Work at Pheasant Construction was good, but so busy. Angel and I were working a lot and building beautiful structures. Making good money too.

Tracie seemed happier at first and more confident. Her business grew too. I also noticed she sometimes wore more revealing clothing accentuating her new physique.

One night we were meeting downtown for dinner and I was late. I told her to get a drink and wait in the bar and I'd be there soon.

The bar fronted the sidewalk, as I approached the door through the windows I saw Tracie sitting at the bar. Some pretty boy was chatting her up. Not surprising, she looked good. What was surprising was the way she was playing along, almost flirting back.

I walked in, bumped the asshole aside and gave her a kiss. Tracie tried to introduce me to "Jackson", I just nodded as we moved to go to our table for dinner. I was glad Tracie was becoming more confident, I had to think a little more on the flirting.

Tracie began asking me about our new house. She also began asking me about the big development that Preston had originally talked to me about. To be honest I had been so busy at Pheasant Construction I hadn't thought much about it.

The following Sunday morning I met up with Preston Balfour for coffee. We talked about a lot of things. With Preston he guides the conversation in the direction he wants, you are just along for the ride. Finally I asked him about the county zoning changes.

"Son, we got some good news, and some not so good news ." He said. "Good news is all the commissioners like the idea. Increase the county tax base. Bad news is one of the commissioners is retiring mid term because of health reasons. The interim commissioner is a tree hugger. Margaret Plum. She was some kind of hippie in her younger days. May not be as friendly to progress. We will have to wait and see."