" Oh!" she said, startled, then continued with, "Yeah, that would be nice."Without fanfare, I pulled off my own shorts and briefs and sat beside her. ...My penis was pretty small, almost all shriveled into my body. It was a bit chilly in the house for shorts, and my penis had reacted accordingly. Not much more than the tip was showing."Huh, it's not so big, I guess," she said. "Fat, but pretty short."I didn't mind her evaluation in the least. As everyone with experience knows, it isn't the length. After each section was cut from the donor vehicle, Liv helped Finn hold the hot metal against the side of the Jeep while he tacked them into place with a MIG welder. The hole where the windshield had been was covered with two slabs of armor set at a steep angle. Gashes were cut into the armor plates covering the windows and smaller pieces of metal were fabricated to slide over the new gun slits."So how are we gonna see? Those gun ports aren't big enough to really see out of," Liv said as she. Be silent.” The man wiggles in his restraints, his crooked smile still stuck on his face. The scientist walks to another machine, pulling a glass box out of his pocket. In it is a white scale. It glints dully in the light. A faint mist can be seen emanating from it. The man in the cage leans forward a bit, staring at the scale as the scientist removes it from the box and puts in on a plate in the machine. He closes the cover and walks back to his console, beginning to type again. A light shines. I would shower, get into my uniform and be on my way. I only lived a short distance from work so I was able to walk there. And the dress code was pretty lax, so they had no problem with me wearing shorts and a black t shirt. Then I noticed something interesting. Next door to us, there was a moving van. Large items came out of the back of the truck about 10 minutes later. A futon, computer desk, TV, the normal items. I guessed the new owner of the house to be about 30 years old. No one on our.