"Why do you want to learn about small engines?" Noah asked."I'm going to buy a motorcycle this fall. Figured since I'm working in an engine shop that ... should pick up a few things," Scott explained.Noah nodded his approval. "I like it. I see a little bit of everything here in our expansive small engine department," he waved at the corner bench setup and a table with a rototiller half disassembled next to it. He had one toolbox next to the table."I also hear from Mr. Mendoza that you're our new. She was too far gone now for anything else to happen.And then in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out her answer to him; breathed out words which caused Mason's prick to throb intensely in his pants and dribble excited seminal emissions from its swollen glans, words which were at once distinctly alien and impossibly exciting on her lips and in her ears, words brought about by many things not the least of which was a strange awakening of sexual desire wrought intrinsically by her. The dying girl shuddered several times, before her head leaned to her shoulder, her neck stretched so much, that Oleksandra could see her bulging veins and arteries. Sofiia's brown eyes remained wide open when she finally stopped moving about two minutes later.Now it was Oleksandra's turn.When the soldier moved to kick the barrel from under her, Oleksandra smiled and said, "Don't bother. I can do it myself." Stepping from the barrel, Oleksandra felt the rope bite deeply into her soft neck, the. .. and the bloke." He saw the look on my face. "Not that I'm saying you should have killed Miriam; and you certainly fixed the bloke for life. Nice one, Dewey."He got from his chair and shook my hand. "Well I'm off to give Janis a good seeing to. Will you still be here tomorrow night?" We are supposed to be here for two days." Good, then I'll see you before you leave. I'll be wangling a trip back off the training area tomorrow evening. Janis need a good hard stuffing every night else she gets.