." he echoed in wonder. "How are you handling the gases from the internal combustion engine?"With a flourish, the senior technician opened the hood an... pointed to the engine within."Tabernac," the Colonel said conversationally, shaking his head and turning to his Base Engineer. "Lieutenant Carruthers, I'm going to say a phrase, and I want you to pay close attention. The phrase is, '1928 nuclear-powered fire truck'. Now, am I the only one who sees anything even remotely absurd about that. “Sorry.”“We talk to nobody. No one gets to know where we are or what we’re doing. It’s none of their goddam business,” said Sara, gripping the wheel a little more tightly.“How many hours have you been driving?” I asked softly.“Five, maybe six, hours,” she said. “It’s amazing what a little ProVigil and caffiene can do for you.”“Pull over,” I said, more firmly.“No,”“Sara, pull over. Now. Before you crash, literally and figuratively,” I said. “This is not a request. I’m sober. PULL OVER.”She. After a few minutes, She clasped around my upper arm and put her head on my shoulders. I turned to the side and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes in bliss. She might have been having the first kiss of her life.A few silent moments passed between us. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I put out my arms and held her close at her waist. I turned towards her on the bench and took her face in my palms held together and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and her cheeks.. I took a few selfies in the mirror and then left. I went down the stairs and back outside. I headed down by the river and followed the path along. It was very dark, just the light of the car park casting shadows through the trees. I got to the end of the path before it turned and headed to campus. I waited there on the corner and decided to stroke my little penis a small bit. I put my hand up my short dress and felt my crotch beneath the tights. Then I opened my coat and pulled out my tiny 2.