That strange tube used to hold sausage casings for a continuous stuffing operation suddenly becomes a very expensive Fleshlight. There were hundreds o... machines in the school labs and my mind was starting to see sexual uses for each and every one of them.All of that would have remained just a distraction to my pursuit of an eventual automation management degree if fate had not intervened in the form of a small overnight fire in the engineering building. It wasn’t a large fire, but it was very. Stretching catlike, Jess murmured, ‘I’m gonna go have a cigarette.’ ‘I’ll go with you.’Dumbass! What are you doing? my mind yelled at me. ‘You smoke?’ she asked in surprise. ‘No, I just need some fresh air. The fumes from the sharpies we’re using are giving me a headache,’ Well, that was true enough. When I stepped outside, I discovered the temperature had dropped by probably fifteen degrees in the last hour. Crazy-ass Texas weather. ‘Wow, it got cold fast,’ Jess remarked behind me. Her. “The English women are all fat cows with ugly faces and crooked teeth.”“Which is a far cry better than the Scottish women,” replied Henri de Ferrieres, Jean’s second in command. “I’d sooner kiss my horse. What I wouldn’t give for a good French whore right now?”King Charles, the boy king, whose uncles were the real powers behind the French throne, had filled Jean and his men with the dream of plunder and wealth. Jean was enthusiastic when the King’s messenger delivered the personal request of. "Hey Boss, sieh dir das an. Hier ist ne Falltür im Boden." Emmi's Augen weiteten sich noch mehr. Sie sah sich panisch um und suchte einen Ausweg. An einer Wand war ein Loch das nur notdürftig mit einem Holzbrett verstellt wurde. Sie hörte wie an der Falltür gerüttelt wurde und ihr entfuhr ungewollt ein fiepen. "Wartet.. habt Ihr das gehört? Da unten ist wer!" "Was?! Ich dachte seine Frau wär verreckt hast du gesagt?!" "So eine scheiße! Rattikarl, Bodycheck!"Emilia riss das Holzbrett zur Seite.