It handled great and the turbo diesel gave it plenty of power over the mountain passes. It was over 33 feet long counting the bike carrier. Oh yeah, I...bought a 125 Yamaha for getting around on. I got it for next to nothing because it wasn't running. A few dollars and a couple of parts and I had it running like a charm. But then, that's what I do for a living.The thing about my job that always is noticeable is that I have a hell of a time getting the oil and grime out of my hands. It's kind of. They soon were joining me when I raced my car at the local dirt track. As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family. After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me. I had to assume that she'd had this planned for a while, because I hadheard this place was hard to get into. Perhaps she had thrown aroundSarah's name or used some of Dad's contacts to get in on short notice.However she had accomplished making the appointment, I found myselfgetting more and more excited with each step toward the door I took. I'dheard many of the women in my life talk fondly about how much theyenjoyed their day at a spa, and I was excited to see if they weretelling the. Get down on the floor... on your back,” Cera ordered the male slave. He was looking appreciatively at Xena’s superb body... splendid, even though it was nastily striped. He, of course, did not know what was going to happen. He hoped he was going to be told to fuck this lovely female creature. “There,” said Cera to Xena, ‘that’s a nice cock, isn’t it? Get down on your knees and take it in your mouth.” The slave looked delighted; Xena’s features were twitching and twisting in horrified revulsion..