It consisted of empty pallets.“What’s with hauling this stuff?” I asked Jake.“Thar’s not much in Winnemucca wo’th transpo’tin’ elsewha..., so whut ah’s doin’ is takin’ a two part job,” he explained, “We is a-gonna th’ Proctor’ & Gamble distribushun center in Irvine, droppin’ off some of their emppy pallets an’ haulin’ t’other load of P&G stuff t’Albuquerque. They’re payin’ me a small amount t’haul th’ pallets, so it’s mo’e sensible than daid-haidin’.”“Makes sense,” I conceded.When we finished. Computer reports reveal that after 24hrs. we are succeeding as the path has been altered by 0.11 arc-seconds and increasing with each minute that we keep it up. The problem is that we need to alter the trajectory by 2.51 degrees in order for the rogue to miss Bella and at present the amount of change is to slow.I call in all the tractors and lock their controls to mine and set power levels to maximum safe and start giving it all we have. Everything is on automatic and controlled by my computer. “You said you might need some help,” Paul said as he inched closer to me. With my index finger, I traced up the tent that had risen in his shorts. “Looks like you have the problem.” I finished the tracing of his cock by grabbing it. “You pissed your wife off and now you have this raging hard on. Maybe it’s me who can help you out.” I slid down to Paul’s waist pulling his shorts and underwear down as I went. His cock popped out right into my face. Paul let out a moan as I grabbed his dick and. She stowed her holdall in the rack, took her seat, pulled her book from her handbag and settled back for the six hour journey to New York. The journey passed quickly as she read the page-turner of a novel she'd chosen and the train was soon rumbling through the outskirts of the Big Apple. As the train pulled into Penn station she took her luggage down from the rack, got off the train and made her way quickly to the taxi rank. When she got there she was delighted to see there was no queue for.