I was going out, and saw Gus getting his evening paper. The light bulb went on. Gus used to own a septic tank service. He'd still have contacts, maybe...he could get someone over.I stopped, and we shot the breeze for a few minutes before I got around to my question. He laughed."Wanna save two-fifty?" Damn right I would. How?" I'll bet you the tank isn't full. I think your filter is clogged. All you need to do is clean it out. Tell you what, I'll come by tomorrow after church and show you how to. Next I inspected everything else, checking that all nuts were tight and that none of the wiring was frayed. When I was satisfied, I threw the tanks and fenders into the truck and drove up to the shop to ask Charlie where to get them painted."Not to worry. I can paint them for you. Pick out a color and pick up the paint. Make sure you get at least one complementing color so I can do a two tone and the critter here," pointing to his pixie, "can pin stripe it for you."Shawna came over and asked,. There was an article about a judge who had been caught out doing just that, someone who had died before the date of the offence, but somehow the fact that he had got caught didn't really register with either of them. Just bad luck he chose someone who was dead.It had sounded so clever at the time, and Janet had made it sound so easy, and so safe! "People do it all the time," Janet had insisted. God, Carol thought now, if Janet ever discovered how things have turned out, I would never live it. " She smiled wickedly as she gestured to the leather-clad guards, but kept her eyes firmly on the male as they pulled the screen away. He went white with fear and the huge crowd of women cheered and applauded as he saw his destiny for the first time. There across the raised platform was an exquisite gallows; a white silken noose hanging invitingly. He was close to collapsing, yet his cock stiffened to rigidity at the sight of the neat and efficient looking noose; he had imagined it when Miranda.