“Everything okay?” She asked. The old man shook his head, “The belt snapped on me. I’m fine, but I gotta run into town to get a replacement. W... used our last one a couple of weeks ago.”“Alright,” she said as she checked out the engine. “Just test the rest of the carts and put them away when you’re done. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”He gathered his things and got in his beat up truck, pulling away from the garage and leaving the two of us alone. Becca turned to me with the mischievous. How ya doin' Eyes?" Good, but how did you know I would be in today?"The voice said, "I didn't, I've sent the same e-mail to you every day for over a week. I figured when you came back to work you would see the message and call me."I spoke into the phone, "Wanda didn't tell me you were calling." She called to see what was happening, and I told her to not mention the e-mail and let you find it when you returned to work. Are you ready? You know like Monday night football used to be," and the man. I asked if they had any questions. I was a little surprised when there were none, but I figured there would be a lot on the ride back to Las Cruces. I slung my rifle, bundled all the other weapons and magazines and we walked back to the ladder, climbed down, and went back into the house.I was helping Mr. Mendoza load up his wagon when there was a loud uproar from the camp. I immediately ran down the slope toward the camp unslinging my M4 as I ran. The mason left to guard the camp was pointing. Schnell steckte Maren meinen Halbsteifen in die Hose zurück, für's Zuknöpfen blieb jedoch keine Zeit mehr. Geistesgegenwärtig deutete sie nach unten und tat so, als würde sie mir etwas zeigen wollen. Verwirrt und neugierig schlenderte das Paar vorbei. „Puh, das war knapp", lachte Maren und leckte sich meine Pisse genüsslich von den Händen, „jetzt gehen wir erstmal etwas Essen."Also gingen wir Richtung Food Court in der Mitte der Mall. Wir holten uns beide einen Burger mit Pommes und Maren eine.