I figure we should be able to have a deal by next month.”“That’s good work Sean, I like to hear that.”Sean made an excuse to hang up and then ...went to lunch. He had an appointment with Tom and Thomas Hardy Sr. And it was while he was on his way to lunch when an idea began to sprout. How hard would it be to build a spaceship and explore, colonize another planet? What would they need to be successful, other than a suitable location of course? Sean figured if he could pull off the merger of Whitten. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear that squealing noise?" I listened carefully and said " Yes, sounds like your fanbelt needs tightening." "That sounds very naughty, have you tightened many fanbelts?" she asked and looked me straight in the eye. "Perhaps you'll take a look at mine when we get home." I mumbled. The man behind the counter was of the right age, so I figured that he was probably the owner and butcher. "Howdy, Mister. I'm looking for the manager of this here shop." Howdy, that's me. What can I do for you?" My name is Jack Allgood from over near Winslow, and I am in the business of supplying butcher shops with wild hog meat. You may know Mr. Benson in Winslow, he's my customer. I supply him with 14 prime carcasses a week. I was looking to expand my business, so I came here to see you. Are. She gestured toward the window. I looked over my shoulder. The steam on the window had faded. Outside, it had become evening. Dry autumn leaves were scattering along the narrow brick street. The gathering dark made the gas lamps seem to glow more brightly. In the building across the street, in a window level with ours, stood a man in a dark suit. He was tall and handsome, younger than us. When he saw us looking at him, he smiled and waved, then gave a nod of encouragement. I turned back to my.