“Please, Jackie, please stop, I really, really have to go bad,” he said in an even more urgent voice than before. “Just a couple more miles and...there’s a place to stop professor,” she said knowing she was not about to stop. “Please, I can’t wait for a couple more miles, if you don’t stop now I’m liable to pee my pants,” he admitted. “Oh come on professor, you can hold it just a little longer,” she said as if talking to a little boy. Just a half mile down the road it happened. The poor. I book a hotel in central London for the Friday and Saturday. You pack your suitcases for the weekend but I am waiting for a chance to do a little unpacking. While you have a bath I open your suitcases and remove all your underwear, pants and long dresses. I only leave you with 3 miniskirts, 1 see through blouse, 2 low cut tops and a few pairs of stockings and suspenders. I replace the missing clothes with a few towels. We set off for London in the car. As we are about to get in the car I tell. Tom had gotten a little too excited and relieved his self before he began to look for Malamon again.Reaching out Tom began listening to all the beings again, after 2 hours it appeared that Malamon was still hurt and hadn't been out to hurt anyone else yet. Sighing Tom withdrew sitting for a moment, he thought he heard someone in the front room. Sneaking a peak the odor hit him before he had his head around the corner, hmmm must be the Trolls. Tom noticed that the troll seemed to be in distress,. He found the tank and saw that it had some fuel still in it, and there was a company name and number on the tank. He called them and was told that the diesel in the tank had been put in just six months before and should be okay. They asked if he wanted the tank refilled and he said that he would ask the owner and get back to them. When he told Marta about the tank she told him to go ahead and have it filled. She said that once he had the tractor fixed it would see a lot of use. After lunch he.