’ ‘Nice, somebody stole the church van on Christmas Eve.’ ‘Sure did, the cops found it, but they won’t let us have it back. Something to do ...with needing to process it for evidence first.’ Hondo didn’t sound convinced. What he sounded, was suspicious of cops. When I pulled onto the lot of my converted service station, I was ready to tell him no. I have no idea to this day why I didn’t. God knows I should have. ‘Hondo, does anybody there know the way to this farm?’ ‘Yeah we got somebody why?’. To save climbing down, some of the Linemen would put a small dolly/roller on a guy wire, clip their safety strap into the hook and "ride" the guy wires down to the ground. They would wrap a small rope around the guy wire to control and slow down their descent speed. On transmission towers they do not install "Johnny Balls" (Stay aka Strain) insulators that separate part of the lower guy wire from the top section. So the only thing that stops you is the ground level of the anchor rod where the. I want to get some release.Within seconds of walking out of the room, the touch of warm hands caressingmy legs are starting an uncontrolled reaction from me. I take a stroll aroundand revel in the overwhelming sense of sex that wraps itself around me likea warm glove.I wander into the "dark area" of the club and soon am fondling a flat hairybelly and the accompanied balls and penis. With a throaty whisper I take himback to my room led by his now wonderfully erect penis. Within seconds ofgetting. I sat back softly on the bed, my eyes looking down at my hands. I heard her get up, the soft pad of her feet on the carpet and the flicker of her shadow crossing and then the gentle sinking of the bed beside me registering as she came sat beside me.“We need to talk” she said quietly. There was no anger in her voice. “Look at me” there was a pleading in her voice now.I looked up and around at her. Zoe was sitting cross legged on the bed facing me. She looked more concerned than worried. She.