Benjamin quickly changed his use of the horn from the regulation morse code "G" trains were supposed to use at grade crossing to an insistent, constan... caterwaul, a loud, long, mournful plea of warning. Bob held down the horn button with all the strength he had, as if that button alone could prevent the accident.He screamed, with all his might, "NO! NOOO! STOOOPP!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!" The no seemed to go on for ever and ever.Perhaps a more experienced engineer might have first punched the emergency. Blue smoke from the rear of the car oil all over the windscreen engine bay and on the carriagway. The car limped in to the layby just in to the Fife side of the bridge. I switched the engine off and phoned for the recovery firm I had through my insurance and cursed my luck for buying a French motor.Whilst waiting I saw a woman standing outside her car on her mobile phone. I like to people watch and imagined the conversation through her mannerisims. I noticed them becoming more and more agitated. Now, Pierce how’s your new piece of clothing fitting?”“That’s another thing”, Will spoke up, “What did you do to Pierce!”Ms. Lewis laughed and stood form the desk. She walked over to Pierce and motioned for him to stand. She next unbuckled his belt and pulled his kakis and boxers down, revealing the device.“What the fuck!” Will yelled, starring at the thing now encasing the young teen’s genitals.“Oh relax, Will. You shouldn’t be so scared. The only one who should be is Pierce, after-all, now he. He went on and on with statistics about Black men in the U.S. He ridiculed the man for his lack of knowledge of Black issues, not even knowing the man’s position on anything. The whole objective of the correspondence was to piss this guy off. Scott was adept at being irritating, it was his weapon of choice and being rejected was not in his agenda. Send.No response.He didn’t even wait a full 24 hours for a response. He fired off another email, this time longer, this time more abrasive. No.