Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Schwartz Iron Works delivers the cell.. Enjoy.
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It took the Schwartz Iron works about eight weeks for Jill's order to be ready to install. Since it had been so long, Jill wasn't sure if Jenni or Jerri would show up, but she really hoped it wouldn't be Jenni. She wasn't sure she wanted to face Jenni after what she had caused her to endure. But she needn't have worried, it was Bev and Helen that came with the big flatbed truck.
Jill appreciated that they kept everything covered with big taps so the neighbors couldn't tell what was fence and what was cell parts. They moved the Cell parts into the basement first but, to Jill's disappointment, they started work on the fence first.
By the time Bob got home Bev and Helen had almost finished the fence. They were packing up their tools for the day when Jill took Bob out back to meet them and see the work. Bob was impressed and whispered to Jill on the side, "I don't mean to be sexist or anything, but that Helen is a tiny thing to be doing so much lifting and such hard work!"
"I know she is small but have you seen the muscles in her shoulders? I'll bet all you saw was the side boobs hanging out around those overalls." Jill kidded him then continued seriously, "They are more than tits, they are extremely talented artists and craftswomen."
"I can tell from their work," agreed Bob, "I just wish our backyard was more private."
"I know just what you're thinking," Jill said, "how much fun would it be to tie me naked to that fence!"
It took two more days for Bev and Helen to finish the fence and gate and start installing the Cell. Jill kept them supplied with cold drinks and even fixed them lunch. She felt guilty just watching them work but the one time she tried to help they threatened to handcuff her to a patio chair. Jill wished!
Jill was fascinated by the Cell construction and Bev's expertise. The craftswomen proudly explained each step to Jill. First, Bev used an impact drill to put a carefully measured row of holes down the poured cement foundation wall on either side of the alcove. She measured and drilled more holes in the floor slab. As she drilled, she moved the drill around to create a cone shaped hole, larger in the back than at the opening. Then she inserted metal anchor into each hole.
The sides of the cell had been prefabricated as 2 X 10 ft. sections with flat steel on all four sides of the bars. There were predrilled holes against the wall, the floor and everyplace the bars passed a ceiling joist. Helen used a large socket wrench to run lag bolts into the anchors on the wall and floor, expanding them tightly into the wall. She then ran wood lag bolts into the ceiling joists. Even though Jill would not have a socket wrench in the cell, Helen then used a cordless grinder to round off the bolts so they would have to be cut off if ever removed. The Cell walls would be anchored on three sides and welded on the fourth.
"You said you like to feel helpless Jill, well, Houdini himself couldn't escape this cell." Bev assured Jill.
While Helen was bolting the two sides in, Bev had fired up the welder and started welding the two 4 ft sections of the front together into the 8 ft front wall. The Cell had been cleverly designed to be easy to assemble onsite. The door wasn't in the center, it was in the right half of the front wall completely in one of the 4 ft sections. Bev pointed out the features of the left section of the front wall, a port in the bottom of the bars to slide food plates across the floor and another port, about chest high, where the prisoner would put their hands to have cuffs removed or applied. Jill was impressed with the whole design.
Bev welded the front bars to the side bars and Helen bolted the top and bottom of the front section to the floor and ceiling joists. While Bev put the welder back in the truck, Helen brought in four sheets of two by four cement board, normally used as underlayment for tile, and made from fiberglass impregnated concrete. It took both of them to hold up each of these sheets to the ceiling joists at the top of the cell. As they put each sheet up, Helen would empty a can of expanding foam above the board and between the joists filling the space with sound insulation.
Before they left for the day, they explained to Jill that now her cell had a solid ceiling, and she wouldn't be bothering Bob with the sound of her crying or begging.
On the last day, all that was left was to install the magnetic door lock, install the home automation box and wire everything up. Jill wasn't surprised when Helen showed up alone as she could handle those items.
Jill had been watching Helen eagerly all morning, even fixing her a sandwich for lunch. As they talked, Jill quizzed Helen, asking if she had made any decisions about her life and work at Schwartz Iron Works. Jill really liked Helen and was genuinely interested in her future.
"I'm starting to look at what else is available, but I'm not about to walk out on this job until I find something better." Helen replied.
All was finished and tested about 2 pm.
"Do you want to try it out?" Helen asked Jill.
"Can I?" Jill bubbled like a kid.
"It's your cell." Helen replied.
Jill started to enter the cell. Helen cleared her throat loudly. When Jill stopped to look at Helen she said, "Prisoners are usually naked."
Helen knew she was pushing the limits of customer relations with that comment but hell, this woman had edged her boss.
Jill looked at Helen, then thought "what the hell," and removed her shoes and clothes, handing them to Helen.
"Damn, girl, you look good!" Helen exclaimed.
"You mean for someone old enough to be your mother!" Jill smiled, "I do work out you know." But Jill was pleased with Helen's acknowledgement of her hard work.
"In you go," Helen said as she pushed the cell door closed and heard the satisfying 'Clunk' of the magnets engaging.
"OK, you enjoy while I go make a call" and Helen walked out with Jill's clothes.
Jill had not expected Helen to leave the basement, but she enjoyed the privacy to look around her new prison from the inside. Meanwhile Helen walked upstairs and, getting his number out of the emergency contacts list she had noticed hanging in the kitchen, Helen called Bob at work.
"Hi this is Helen from Schwartz Iron."
"Oh, hello Helen, is the install finished?"
"Yes sir, it all went well, no problems. You wife is 'testing' the cell now."
Bob laughed, "Couldn't wait, huh."
"No sir. I wanted to see if you wanted me to leave her there until you get home? I'd stay here of course; I have the time. Then when you get home, I can load the app on your phone and go over everything with you."
"There's an app? Damn, there's an app for everything now." Bob laughed.
"Yes sir." Helen was saying 'sir' not like you would address a dominant, more like she was being respectful to a customer.
"So, Jill's in the cell right now? What is she wearing?" Bob asked, trying to be tactful.
