Like tiny soldiers they performed their duty, holding the piece of fabric together. Locked tightly in this war against time and decay. Clackety…cla...ck. Her mind slipped back. To another time and place. Her Nana sat upright like a centennial guarding a great fortress. Her foot upon the large wrought-iron peddle that ran from side-to-side of the wooden and metal sewing machine housing. She pushed the bar down and the wheels turned in time. The stitches lay in straight lines at her command. . He nodded vigorously with wide eyes.I unzipped his khakis and released a thick bulge in his white briefs. The audience again gasped and expressed jealous and envious exclamations.I pulled his stiff meat out of his underwear and began stroking and squeezing it in much the same manner as I did Blaise’s cock. I worked him carefully, lovingly, as if every sensation mattered. All the while he was pumping long latex in and out of my throat. He’d slowed down a bit since I unzipped his pants.I looked. Hopefully, there is video coverage of the stairways and the exit doors to the outside.Back down in the garage, it appeared that at least the first level was just about empty. I went down to the second lower level to see it nearly bare also. I had to walk completely around two walls to see the whole floor. Down at the third level, it was empty except for a plain white Ford E250 van. When I went up to it to look inside, I noticed a Budget car rental contract on the dash.I also smelled diesel fuel. " Why, yes. Mildred used to have the best milkshakes on 66." Johnny would come out to the car, check your tire pressure, check the oil, wash the windshield, fill the tank, while you used the clean restrooms, and had a coke. Yes, sir ... used to be a fine Phillips 66 Station." Of course, I remember that." The people who remember that are getting few and far between.Even though Wendy and David were in a hurry to get to Durango, they weren't in THAT big of a hurry. When anthropologists travel,.