Keefer trudged around her house in misery all night, wondering what she was going to say to Sheridan when she saw her in the morning. She had no idea how to face her after what happened the night before. Not only did she allow the blonde to touch her body, but Sheridan had actually touched herself, too. The inspector knew she'd never be able to look her in the eyes after that. Keefer was sure Sheridan knew she was awake; she knew the construction worker was aware of what she did to her by touching her, too. Keefer had been breathing so loud and her body was shaking so hard, it was all but impossible to ignore. Millions of thoughts ran through Keefer's mind.

What and whom was Sheridan dreaming about when she wrapped her leg around my body? Why didn't she stop when she woke up? Did she purposely continue to touch me for her own selfish needs? If so, why did she go as slow as she did? Why did I allow it in the first place? What came over me to admit to Sheridan that it felt good? Will it ever happen again? Will I allow it again? Did Sheridan know what she did to me when she touched herself? Did she do that often? Did she do that on the futon?

"Come on, Feefs," she nudged the sleeping dog at the foot of her bed. The brunette turned off the lamp and went into the den. No sense trying to sleep now. Fifi jumped up on the futon and settled down into a ball. Keefer wrapped the blanket around herself and lay down, turning on the television with the remote.

"HUH?" Keefer sat straight up. Blue eyes threatened to pop out and roll away. What the hell is this? I wasn't watching this... It occurred to her that the last person to watch television in this room was Sheridan. She was watching porno? Keefer covered her eyes with a hand and felt the heat of her face against her palm. I didn't even know I had this channel... Keefer glanced through her fingers at the number display on the cable box and closed her eyes again. Forty-six. How did she find this channel? I certainly didn't program it into my favorites. Keefer moved her hand away and flipped through her favorite channels suddenly pausing with a thought, I don't think I even programmed these at all! Didn't Danni program these? She punched in forty-six again just to make sure she had it right. You'd think Danni would have wanted me to watch porno, the way she was always going on about doing new things, she thought bitterly, peeking at the screen again before changing the channel to something she could watch without her ears blowing off from embarrassment.

Keefer spent much of the rest of the night flipping around the channels, never really concentrating on one particular program. It was well into the wee hours when she made another attempt at channel forty-six. Her eyes widened and she covered her face again. "Feefs, did you see that?" she asked in astonishment. Peeking through her fingers, she felt her mouth drop open. Two women were on a bed; one was lying on her back while the other sat on her face. All camera angles were close-ups and all were very graphic. Keefer blushed beet red, but continued to watch the scene. She lowered the volume, afraid that someone may hear the noise and think it was her. She watched wide-eyed as the woman on her back reached between her own legs and touched herself while she licked the other woman. Everyone does this but me? Suddenly there was a close up of the woman sitting on the other's face, her vagina filled the screen and Keefer was mortified, but still kept watching. She was completely astounded that these women could do this in front of crews of people... for others to watch. She turned to her sleeping dog, "Can you even imagine?"

After various position changes and a few loud orgasms, Keefer found herself breathing very heavily. "I can't believe I just watched that whole thing! I can't believe they do that on television..." she paused a moment to stretch, she hadn't moved from her original position and her legs were cramping. She blushed profusely as the damp crotch of her underwear pressed up against her body. "I can't believe I got turned on by that," she chuckled with embarrassment. "I wasn't even thinking about Sheridan." There, the seed was planted and her mind took it and ran. The entire movie started to replay itself, with two new stars. Keefer squirmed with the visions, and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She was sitting on Sheridan's face, extreme close ups of the blonde's tongue against her sex flashed larger than life in her mind and she could almost feel it happening. The scene switched to Sheridan touching herself and Keefer gasped, beads of sweat formed on the sides of her face and between her breasts. "Oh, my god... this is sooo not good." She stood up and paced the floor, trying to erase the images that bombarded her senses. It wasn't working and a small pathetic whimper sprang from her mouth. She immediately looked to Fifi to see why she had made the sound when she realized it came from her. Keefer stopped pacing and put a hand to her chest, her heart was beating madly, her breath coming in heavy spurts. "This is really not good." Sitting down on the futon she attempted to gather herself. "Why does she do this to me?" she whined, dropping her head into her hands. "I don't believe how turned on I am... I'm sweating for god's sakes! How am I ever going to look at her tomorrow? I just know I'm going to see her naked, I just know it!" Keefer couldn't shake the images replaying in her head; her sex begged for attention, she couldn't make it stop.

"I'll never get to sleep now," she mumbled to herself. "Unless..." she licked her lips nervously and thought about it, "I mean, if everybody's doing it..." Blue eyes darted around the room and fell on the dog. I can't do that with her in the room... she thought. Keefer got up and tiptoed into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She felt her heart pound at what she was going to do. She was very nervous as she slipped her hand under the covers and into her underwear, her fingers were so cold, she jumped. Once she encountered the wetness awaiting her, she groaned. It felt so good. She opened her eyes and looked around, no one was there to hear her and she groaned again. Soon the room was echoing with sounds of pleasure.

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It was unseasonably hot in NYC this morning, so Sheridan dressed for the occasion. She knew it would be unbearable in the partially erected building and pulled on a pair of cut-offs and a tank top, tossing a long sleeve denim shirt over her shoulder as she left, just in case.

Driving to work, she wondered if any of the guys were going to wear shorts, she loved to tease them about their hairy legs, often sneaking up behind them and pulling the short hairs, just to watch them jump. With a snicker from the thought, she pulled into the donut shop parking lot and hopped out of her car. She left the radio blasting and the windows down. She loved warm weather and wished it would stay like this all year round.

Waiting in line for her morning coffee, she noticed a new girl working behind the counter -- a cute, leggy blonde who seemed to be giving her the once-over. Sheridan worked it and before she knew it, she had a free cup of coffee. Damn, you're good, she smiled to herself as she winked at the blonde and left. As she was about to pull away, the tall woman appeared at her window, handing her a piece of paper.

"What's this for?" the construction worker smiled.

"It's my phone number," she adjusted her self so her tits were practically leaning on Sheridan's shoulder.

Green eyes took the bait and stared wolfishly at the sight. "Well, thank you..." she glanced at the card, spotting the name, "Sara. When can I call?"

"Any time. I'm a sucker for a girl in work boots."

Sheridan laughed out loud and drove away, waving over her shoulder as she did. I wonder if she gets a lunch break, she mused as she merged back into traffic.

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Bobby was wearing shorts and Sheridan couldn't resist the temptation.

"OW! Hey! You shit! That fucking hurt!" he yelled grabbing his inner thigh. "I think that one was attached to my balls," he grumbled.

"Serves you right, showing off all that leg in my face," Sheridan teased. "I just can't resist a good leg."

"Patch, if you ever encounter legs like that on one of your nightly's... run... run away!" Phil joked.

Everyone laughed but Bobby, who narrowed his eyes at the bunch.

"Oh, lighten up, sweet cheeks!" Sheridan smacked him on his butt and winked.

"Yeah and if I did that to you, I'd lose an eye."

The blonde bent over and shook her ass, "Give it a try, I dare you."

It was tempting, but Bobby declined. "No thank you, I'm not that stupid," he held up his hands and backed away.

"Thought so," she laughed.

"What lucky lady do we thank for this pleasurable mood, Patch?" Tony asked with a wiggling eyebrow.

"I forgot her name," she said sheepishly.

"Ooo, not good. I hope she didn't know that," Phil shook his hand and whistled.

"Unfortunately, she did. Let's just say it didn't end on a high note... BUT all's not lost, fellas, I got this chick's number at the donut shop this morning!" she held up the paper and leered at it.

"You are such a fucking hole, do you know that?" Tony shook his head in wonderment.

"I wanna be you when I grow up," Phil chuckled.

"If you grow up, Philly-boy," Sheridan snickered. "You left yourself wide the fuck open there, dude."

"Yeah, well... hey, when did you bang up that knee?" he asked with concern. "It's pretty ugly."

She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "Steering wheel got me last night."

"Oh, man, that must have put a damper on the mood. That had to hurt!" Bobby winced in sympathy.

"To tell the truth, I didn't even feel it at the time. I had more important things on my mind," she smirked deviously.

"And between your legs," Tony laughed.

"You betcha," Sheridan winked at the guys. "Damn, she was good."

"Shit, Patch, I wanna follow you around one night so I can see how you do it. Women just fall at your fucking feet, you rock."

"It's not such a good thing, boys. Some women, you just don't want to fall," she said with a hint of sadness.

"That mystery woman with issues?" Bobby asked, only realizing he said the wrong thing when Tony whacked him on the back of the head.

For the first time ever, Sheridan spoke openly with the guys. "Yeah, her. She's not meant to be fucked and frankly, I don't think I know any other way."

The guys didn't know what to say and just looked around uncomfortably. They certainly didn't expect her to speak so honestly with them.

"I don't want to hurt her, she seems so fragile. I never met anyone like her before," she continued, more to herself than to the men in the room with her.

"Well... then just stay away from her," Bobby offered.

"I can't. I don't want to, but when I'm around her, I want to be somewhere else! It's so goddamned frustrating!" she kicked the wall and sat down on a stepladder.

Phil had never seen his friend look so confused. It bothered him, but he knew what Sheridan was going through. It was the same thing that had happened when he met his wife. Sheridan was falling for this woman... hard.

"I act like a whole other person, too," she added.

Oh yeah, she's got it, all right! Phil thought. I wonder, who is this woman? He knew she must be something special; he'd never seen Patch so freaked out.

"If you don't mind me butting in here, what do you mean by 'whole other person'?" Tony asked with a curious look on his face.

"I don't know, almost romantic, overly respectful... sooo not like myself. Totally patient," she said while still looking at the floor.

The three guys exchanged knowing looks, they all knew what Sheridan was going through but no one was going to enlighten her. They were way smarter than that. You don't tell a woman like Sheridan that she's falling in love.

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Keefer waged a mental war that morning regarding when she should go to Sheridan's job site, and if she should go at all. She stood in her living room, holding her phone, ready to call in sick for a long time. If she called in sick, they'd send someone else to do it, she thought. Then she thought about Sheridan seeing someone else come to inspect and perhaps she'd think Keefer had given them reason to send someone for a second inspection. That made her panic. The next thing she thought was that Sheridan would think Keefer was avoiding her. That made her even more panicked. She finally decided that she'd go to Sheridan's job site herself, but she'd do it in the late afternoon, maybe she'd feel less nervous by then.

The morning dragged for Keefer, she couldn't concentrate on anything for any length of time without worrying about having to explain her second appearance at the construction site. She mentally beat herself up about actually forgetting to even make a report the first time. If she had done what she was supposed to in the first place, she wouldn't be having this nervous breakdown right now.

Keefer stared at the clock as it turned to noon and stood up from her chair. She made a snap decision to go now and get it over with. She ran her hands through her hair nervously as she left her office.

"Gibson? You got that report for me?"

"I'm going now. I'll be a few hours," she tried not to sound annoyed but failed.

"I'm surprised at you, it's not like you to be so half-assed. You got a thing for construction workers, Gibson? Something catch your eye and distract you?" Her boss was joking, but she still choked on her own saliva. As she wheezed and coughed, her boss gave her a curious look. "You gonna live?" he asked with concern when he saw her face was bright red.

Trying to hide her embarrassed blush, the inspector ran into the open elevator. "I'm fine," she choked out, covering her face with her hands. You better be nothing less than the consummate professional, Keef... this report better look good.

Keefer sat restlessly on the subway, getting up to look out the window several times and then taking a new seat. People were starting to stare at the good-looking crazy woman as she gestured to herself and covered her face repeatedly.

You don't have to look in her eyes. Pretend. That's it. Look at a spot just beyond her face. Her ear, look at her ear. Yeah, Keefer smiled triumphantly, keep looking at her ear and you'll be fine. Oh, come on! You know you can't just look at her ear! You've imagined her body naked! Keefer stood again, shaking the thought away and starting on a new one. Okay, just tell her you lost the old report and have to make a new one. Act nonchalant about it and get out as fast as you can. Professional, Keef, this is work. You get paid to do this, so do it right. The tall woman held her head high, confident with her pep talk.

By the time Keefer was facing the wooden gates to the construction site, she was licking her lips obsessively, her hands were clammy and her heart was pounding. She caught herself fixing her hair for the thousandth time and clasped her hands together in front of her body. Primping, Keefer? Come on! You'll be wearing a hard hat, for god's sake. The tall woman pushed open the gate and took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking. Every thing is fine. This is work and you are a professional. Just don't think about what you did last night. Blue eyes opened wide in disbelief at her own mind's betrayal. Are you insane? What did you go and think that for! Oh, no... Keefer swallowed repeatedly until the boulder in her throat went down.

"Hey lady, you lost or sumpthin?"

He's talking to you, idiot. "Uh, no, actually..." she flashed her credentials and the guy sighed heavily.

"PATCH! GET DOWN HERE! SOMEONE HERE TA SEE YA!" He shouted, scaring an already frazzled Keefer half to death.

"NO! That's ok I'll go. I know where she is," she replied quickly.

"NEVER MIND! SHE'S COMING UP!" he yelled again. "You'll be needing a hat. Go into the trailer, there should be a clean enough one in there," he pointed her in the direction.

"Thanks," she smiled nervously and headed off.

"OOOO! Patch has a lady coming to see her!" Bobby teased.

"Maybe its whassername from last night comin' to smack ya around some more," Tony said with a raised eyebrow.

"Knock it off. She never hit me." Sheridan was very curious as to who this lady was. It could be anybody. She grinned wickedly and chuckled.

"Now they're comin' to you for a nooner, I tell ya, Patch..." Phil clapped Sheridan on the back.

"What can I say, buddy, when you got it, you got it," she said wiggling both eyebrows.

"I can't wait to see the lucky woman... you musta really did her good for her to be coming here," Phil joked.

"Maybe she didn't do her good at all and she's coming for a refund," Tony laughed.

"Fuck off, assholes, I'm always good." Sheridan dusted herself off as best she could before this mystery woman appeared. For all she knew, it could be her aunt Sadie, her pop's sister, with some of her famous cookies, but she did so love to play with the guys.

Keefer stood immobile on the top step, completely stricken, unable to close her mouth. GOD! She's GORGEOUS! Sheridan stood mere feet away, hardly dressed, dusting herself off, sweat glistening on tons of exposed skin. I can't move my legs... Keefer was totally taken by surprise.

Sheridan felt the smack on her back and was about to frown when she noticed Keefer standing on the top step. Oh, no... what is SHE doing here? Sheridan started to panic, her heart started beating loudly in her ears. Keefer looked adorable to the blonde and she let her eyes drink in the sight. She was wearing tight-fitting, tan chinos and a white oxford shirt, with the sleeves all rolled up to her elbows. Green eyes scanned upwards still to the odd expression on the inspector's face. Why is she looking at me like that? Sheridan self-consciously looked down at herself, finding nothing hanging out, she looked back up at into the inspector's eyes. Oh... I see, she cursed to herself. This is very bad.

MOVE, you IDIOT! Keefer screamed at herself, forcing her feet to carry her into the room. She broke her gaze from the wonderful body and glanced around at the men in the room. They were all looking at her like she was the Messiah and it made her very uncomfortable. She began to blush and cleared her throat nervously.

"Um... Kee... Ms. Gibson... to what do we owe the honor of a return visit?" Sheridan managed to croak out.

"I, uh, I..." Her ear Keef, her ear! "I seemed to have misplaced the first report I made, I'm sorry for the hassle, but I need to run another check," she said as apologetically as she could, given the circumstances.

What the hell is she looking at? Sheridan touched her ear self-consciously. "No, it's no problem at all." She approached the tall woman, who took a step back. How weird? It happened again. "Um, Ms. Gibson, you're gonna take a header down the stairs." Damn, she's totally spooked by me! What the hell happened? Is this cuz of the other night?

Keefer blushed at her actions and took a hesitant step towards Sheridan. She could not take her eyes off of her exposed body as hard as she tried. Her mind was taking pictures, capturing every inch of skin, every muscle and sinew, for future reference. She couldn't speak; the blood was rushing around in her head so loudly she was afraid she'd shout.

Once they got close enough to each other and far enough away from the guys, Sheridan whispered. "Hey, Keef, you alright?" The closeness of the tall woman gave her a twinge in her stomach.

The inspector nodded and looked at her shoes. "You sure? Hey..." the construction worker went to touch Keefer's hand and she jumped, pulling the whole arm away. "What did I do? Why are you acting like this?" she asked, hurt clearly evident in her voice. Why is she so afraid of me?

"It's not you. It's me."

Keefer had said it so quietly, Sheridan had to hit rewind in her head and replay it. "You? What's going on? Did you really lose the report?"

"Yes. I'm just here for business, please don't touch me right now, okay?" Keefer begged, her blue eyes wide.

Wowee, she's really fucked up over that night! "Well, then, Ms. Gibson," Sheridan said loud enough for the guys to hear, "shall we inspect?"

Keefer followed Sheridan away from the scrutiny of her co-workers, breathing a small sigh of relief once out of the spot light. She squeaked when she was grabbed by the arm and turned around. She used every bit of strength she had not to turn and attack out of instinct.

"What the hell is going on here? Why are you so afraid of me? What did I do to you? You said you liked it!" Sheridan asked in rapid-fire succession.

Keefer was focused on flashing green eyes and she swallowed very nervously. "Nothing, I did like it. Too much... please I can't help it..."

Sheridan let go of the tall woman's arm and cursed herself. "Fuck... Keefer, I'm sorry I acted that way. Really. I don't know why I did that," the blonde closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall. "You scared me, is all. I don't know why you make me feel so crazy sometimes."

"Tell me about it," Keefer agreed with a nod.

"Really, forgive me, I don't know what came over me." Sheridan was genuinely sorry and she felt like shit.

"It's alright, just know that I have all sorts of colorful little belts in my closet and if you ever grab me like that again, I'll break your arm."

Sheridan looked up into serious blue eyes and raised both eyebrows. "You're not kidding me, are you?" she asked in wonder.

"No, I'm not," she smiled. "Okay, let's start over again. I lost the report and I have to inspect, do you want to show me around or should I get one of the guys to do it."

"Hell no! You stay away from those guys, they're nothing but trouble."

"And how about you, Sheridan, are you nothing but trouble?" Keefer asked only half teasing.

"Yes, and it would do you a world of good to stay away from me," she answered truthfully.

Keefer stopped and let Sheridan walk ahead of her. She scanned the blonde's body from head to toe before shaking her head in defeat. I just can't do that. She ran to catch up with the smaller woman and jumped in front of her. "I'm sorry, Sheridan, but I just can't do that. I want to be around you," she blurted out, shocked at her own words.

Sheridan closed her eyes and swallowed hard. The words hit her like a physical slap. She couldn't keep Keefer around without hurting her or, worse, sleeping with her. The tall woman would fall in love with her, she was sure of it. Keefer wasn't the type of woman Sheridan wanted to get involved with. Most of all, Keefer scared her witless.

"Can we be friends?" Keefer asked hopefully.

Hmm... friends? the construction worker rolled it around in her head. "Sure, we can be friends," she smiled brightly and felt her stomach twist when the smile was returned just as bright. Damn, she sure is beautiful, though.

"Thanks, I like having you around," Keefer said as she walked ahead.

"Me too. So, you liked it too much, eh?"

"I knew I shouldn't have told you, of all people, something like that," the tall woman laughed in embarrassment.

"Who else has been touching you then?" Sheridan asked with a smirk.

"Just you," Keefer whispered. "We can still touch, can't we? I mean, if it's okay with you," she asked shyly.

"Try and stop me," the construction worker grinned confidently.

Yesss! Keefer raised an eyebrow at her internal comment.

"And I think it's your turn," Sheridan teased, expecting the blush that crept up Keefer's neck.

To be continued...in Part 11