"The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that woul...n't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to have now.If he could just distract them somehow, buy some time so that he could dump the flour down the toilet, maybe then he could stop this nightmare. To the store and back. No side trips!" Bethie said there would be one side trip, to Lizvette's to get her things. So much the better, I thought. I was confident in her driving skills and I was anxious to get them out of the house for a little while. I needed to get my dick in my hand and enjoy the images of Lizvette's pussy lips and nipples, all with that sexy smile. "Half an hour. If it takes longer call me so I won't worry." Bethie agreed, stretched up to kiss my cheek, and with Lizvette. Considering I was in such a perpetual good mood, it surprised me when I got so pissy on the Saturday before Halloween, after doing a ton of errands, when I came home to find my boyfriend’s car in the same place he’d left it earlier, on the street, instead of where it would have been if he’d gone out and come back: in the driveway. I stomped into the house. I asked him to do one thing. One! Get asparagus. So I could make a nice lobster dinner for us. And he couldn’t even be bothered to go out. Then I'll press in the pins and secure the bolts." It looks like the engine would be too heavy." Lisa commented."Well, the bearers are canterlevered," he replied, "The front and rear engine bearers are designed so that they act against each other, counter-acting the torque effect of the engines. The two engines form the ends of what amounts to a bridge, with the wings in between. Or a seesaw, pivoting on the wings' mainspar."Two hours of careful maneuvering later, the engine was finally mounted.