If not, she would call a tow truck. That is if she could get a signal this far out in the sticks. Damn, she thought. I just jinxed myself.She let her ...fingers quit throbbing, feeling stupid about holding her earlobe but doing it anyway. It did make them feel better, whether it was the oils or just the fact that it was something her mom believed in, she didn't know and really didn't much care right now.The engine was cooling somewhat. She could hear the little tick, tick, tick noise it made. It. A few days later Allison and Cerys met at Gordon’s house.“This is pretty impressive,” Allison said.“You made a big impression on Gordon,” Cerys said. “He’s been particularly attentive since you two last met. He was really keen that I invite you over. I shouldn’t indulge him but this is pretty great and I wanted you to see it.”The house was on the edge of London. A 1930’s style building, built by someone that had been wealthy in the inter-war years. White, with low railings stretching beside. She'd throw it up again for Bottle to eat, but not for me. Not that I was particularly interested.The crisis came as spring was turning into summer. I had bought a metal pitchfork and was turning over the little hay we had stored for Harry. I turned over one pile and a stink rose. Since Harry could eat pasture for half his needs, we had what I figured as two months of hay stored, and three months of time to go until I could cut more. When I had thrown out the deeply rotted stuff, what was left. He would compliment her and she would blush and smile. I was busy nuzzling her neck and kissing her ear. The drinks were having their effect and Sarah seemed to enjoy more and more the attention of two men. I slipped my hand under her dress up to her panties. They were soaking wet. I had to pee so I excused myself. At the urinal Eagon came in and said Wow, your girlfriend is hot. I said you should feel her pussy, it is soaked. She hasnt been this wet in a long time..I left Eagon to do his.