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"Damn you to hell, Erick Wilson," Sheila Parks muttered. She raised her brown weather-beaten face to the searing July West Texas sun, and shook her long blond hair from her eyes. The back of her shirt was soaked with sweat. She took off her right glove and wiped sweat from her blue eyes. She swore again as she looked up at the blazing sun.
She put the sweat soaked glove back on and picked up the posthole digger and slammed the dual blades into the hole. The blades hit with a solid thud. "Another damned rock," she grumbled. She lifted the posthole digger out and picked up the sharp-pointed hard bar. She positioned the sharp end into the hole and slammed it down with all her might. Her hands stung as the bar vibrated.
Sheila laughed; even her body was betraying her today. Each strike with the hard-bar, caused vibrations to work their way up her arms to the tips of her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been while making love.