#AMC Water Pump

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 11

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: The group "deals with" the walker in the well; Iris and Daryl split off to go searching for Sophia. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; iris goes into a well with a zombie, zombie gets split in half, contaminated drinking water, daryl being a little softie, daryl believes in the chupacabra, more searching for lost children

Chapter 11 - Diving In

“Give us an eye, there, Maggie.” Dale suggested. She walked over, standing beside the well and nodding to Iris, who gave a mocking salute. The rope was snug against her as she was slowly lowered into the well. She gripped the flashlight tight, ready to face the son of a bitch. It’s raspy growls got louder as she went further down, bubbled arms reaching up for her sweet, succulent human flesh.

“Doing okay?” Maggie called.

“Peachy.” Iris replied. She got closer and closer, low enough now that she could give his skull a good ring with her foot if she so chose.

“Little lower, little more.” Maggie told the people with the rope. Iris grit her teeth as she got close, bracing her legs against the stone walls of the well. She readied the rope in her head, prepared to loop it around the bloated fucker just as a loud creak and a pop flooded their ears. Iris felt the lurch of her stomach as the rope holding her dropped.

Lori and Andrea screamed as the pump was dislodged from the ground, rusted bolts giving way. Shane dropped to the ground, lunging for the rope as Iris yelped in surprise. She spread her arms and legs wide, grabbing at the slick stones to hold herself in place, but she dropped the flashlight. She was strong enough that she could hold herself up for a while, and she took a deep breath as the others seemed to pull themselves together. 

T-Dog had his feet on the concrete rim of the well, leveraging against her weight. The others got their bearings and their grip, bringing her a little higher, the rope now braced against the pipe and nothing else. 

“Iris!” Shane yelled out, panting.

“I’m good!” She yelled back. Maggie was on her hands and knees, looking down into the well.

“Good lord, you from some kind of circus?” She asked.

“Pull me up, damn it!” Iris yelled back. They strained, T-Dog scooting backwards in the dirt before Shane could stand, taking the brunt of the wait from him and pulling Iris up. She half climbed the stone walls, pushing herself up quickly once she could reach the pipe and the lip of the well.

“Pull her up! Pull her up!” Lori cried, running over and helping Iris to her feet. 

“Are you okay?” Andrea asked as Iris stood with her hands braced on her knees. She blew out a breath to take a moment, eyes wide, and brushed off her clothes.

“Yeah, yeah. Good.” She breathed, standing straight and stretching her back. “Holy shit.”

“Well, back to the drawing board.” Dale muttered, frowning at the well.

“I should hope not. Slimy down there’s not smart enough to get the rope off all by himself.” Iris replied. They all blinked, turning to look down the well with Dale’s flashlight. Iris had looped the rope around the walker perfectly, tucked neatly under its arms, the other end still looped neatly on the ground beside them. Dale picked up the rope, tugging on it and feeling the walker pull against it.

“I’ll be damned.” Shane stated, hands on his hips as he nodded in approval. Iris cocked her head in reply. She knew she was good. Maggie quickly brought over her horse and they tied the rope up so the horse could do most of the dirty work. They all grabbed hold of the rope, tugging on the snarling ball of dead weight. They pulled him up little by little, grunting with effort. The son of a bitch reached for T-Dog at the edge of the well, who recoiled at the sight and smell. He wasn’t pretty.

“You got to pull it, guys!” T-Dog called. “It’s stuck! Come on.” Something on it had caught on the lip of the well, the group pulling hard at the rope. It garbled a pained noise, or maybe anger as it’s flesh pulled tighter.

“Hold on, hold on, maybe it’s not such a—“ 

Iris didn’t get to finish her sentence as the weakened, half-rotten flesh of his middle split in half, rancid blood and soupy innards spilling out over the ground. Iris lunged toward it, but she wasn’t close enough as it’s lower half, intestines, spinal chord and all, slipped right back down into the well, the fresh water source officially condemned. The upper half turned away from the well, still reaching toward them and half-crawling across the dirt. Iris huffed, pulling out her knife and putting an end to the sorry bastard.

There was a beat of silence as everyone mourned the terrible idea, the terrible execution, and the terrible result. If he smelled bad, his insides smelled even worse.

“We should seal off this well.” Dale said quietly, shaking his head. Shane ran a hand over his scalp.

“Yeah, might be a good idea.” He agreed.

“What do we do about the—“ Andrea was cut off by a loud grunt from T-Dog, who took out his frustration by bashing the dead walker’s skull in with his boot. They all took a moment while he increased the amount of blood on the ground, his clothes, his shoes, and watched when he stopped, standing straight.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t do something damn stupid like shoot it.” He stated. Iris sighed, kicking the half-corpse back into the well with the rest of it.

-

Shane took Andrea and Carol up to the highway with some food and a sports drink to leave for Sophia. They even found a bit of paint Carol could use to leave her a message. Glenn and Maggie left to go on a pharmacy run, and Iris ducked into the farmhouse to visit Carl. 

He looked peaceful sleeping, cheeks much more flushed than yesterday. It was a relief to see. Lori said he’d woken up since the surgery, but they left him to rest most of the time. He’d recover faster that way. Iris brought in a glass of water for him, sitting down at his bedside and watching his little chest rise and fall.

He inhaled deeper as his little eyes opened slightly, grimacing at the bright light of the afternoon. Iris smiled softly as he turned to see her.

“Hey, cowboy.” She greeted quietly.

“Hey.” He replied softly, smiling back. “My mom told me you saved my life.”

“Nah.” She shook her head. “You are one tough kid. And you’re gonna have a hell of a battle scar.” 

“Thanks.” He said, flashing a grin. He turned to the windows, his smile fading as he watched the group move around outside. “My dad said Sophia was fine, but you haven’t found her yet, have you?” He asked. Iris paused, glancing outside and sighing.

“No, we haven’t. But we aren’t gonna stop looking.” She replied. 

“He lied.” Carl murmured.

“Your dad’s working really hard to keep everyone together.” Iris corrected, looking at him sternly. “He’s only lying so you can rest, relax, prioritize getting better.” She paused, looking back out at the group. Daryl had returned a little while ago, and she watched him duck into the RV, holding what seemed like… flowers? “Everyone was pretty jealous of your deer story. Your dad mentioned it but they’ll be exited to hear it from you when you feel better.”

“It was so pretty.” He said with a dreamy smile. “Iris?”

“Yeah, cowboy?”

“Thank you.” He said, looking up at her. “For… for- for saving my life, and for telling me the truth.” He looked at her then, and for a second, Iris swore he was much older than ten. It was a little scary.

“Anytime, kid.” She replied, taking and squeezing his hand.

Lori came in a little later, glad to see her son up and awake. Iris stepped down the porch, directing Rick inside to see his son. She found a place with her companions by the campfire, and they laughed into the evening. The sun began to set, people retiring to their tents one by one as the fire died. Soon, there was nothing but smouldering embers and the light of the stars. 

As Iris stood alone from a small folding chair, a twig snapped behind her and she turned. Daryl stood there, mid-stride, frozen as if he was caught sneaking up on some game. Most likely an attempt to quietly sneak into his tent and pass out without any excess human interaction.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He said quietly, voice rumbling lowly. Iris shook her head.

“You didn’t scare me.” She replied. He nodded, making to cross to his tent. “I was in the RV earlier…” He stopped, looking back up at her. “Carol told me the story. Cherokee Roses.” He turned away toward the field, but turned back.

“I don’t want to hear nothing about—“

“No, no. I thought it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Iris said slowly. She glanced at the RV, just barely able to see Carol, Dale and Andrea playing cards at the table. “She really needed it.”

“Yeah.” He agreed. They stood in the quiet for a moment, their breaths, the humming of crickets and soft shuffling from the cows in the field the only sound in the night. He spoke again, his voice even quieter than before. “Don’t you tell no one about me gettin’ soft.” Iris smiled, shaking her head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She replied. He scoffed, but it was lighthearted. He glanced at the ground, then back at her. She slowly made her way across the small clearing to her own tent before turning back, that smile still playing on her lips. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” He replied. He watched her unzip the tent and climb in, a small lantern emitting a soft light and highlighting her silhouette. Daryl turned, ducking into his own tent and sinking into the embrace of his sleeping bag.

-

Iris had barely pulled her boots on when Rick did the rounds, collecting everyone who volunteered to help search for Sophia in the morning. It was laundry day, so Carol had collected everyone’s dirty clothes and hung them on lines between trees. Iris was more than happy to be wearing a clean pair of jeans and a black tank top that wasn’t covered in sweat and blood stains. She tied her hair back, following Rick to the station wagon, where the map laid. He’d drawn out a grid already, clearly prepared to hit the ground running.

Hershel had cleared her, and after the adrenaline of yesterday, Iris was happy to be doing something away from the farm for a bit. She took a liking to the forest, in all honesty. There was something homely about it.

“Alright, everyone’s getting new search grids today.” Rick stated. Iris noted that he was no longer wearing his sheriff’s uniform. He seemed more comfortable, frankly. Daryl, T-Dog, Shane and Andrea lined up to her left. Rick pointed to a spot on the map. “If she made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl found yesterday, she might have gone further east than we’ve been so far.”

“I’d like to help.” A young boy, who Maggie told her was named Jimmy, and happened to be dating her sister, said, stepping forward. “I know the area pretty well, and stuff.”

“Hershel’s okay with this?” Rick asked. He nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah. He said I should ask you.” Jimmy replied. Rick nodded.

“Alright then. Thanks.”

“Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me.” Shane stated. “Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse.”

“Anybody includes her, right?” Andrea pointed out.

“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high.” Daryl countered, holding out his hand as he shrugged a button down shirt over his wife-beater.

“It’s a good lead.” Andrea agreed.

“Maybe we’ll pick up her trail again.” Rick nodded.

“No maybe about it. I’m gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, take a bird’s-eye view of the whole grid. If she’s up there, I’ll spot her.”

“Good idea. Maybe you’ll see your chupacabra up there, too.” T-Dog taunted.

“Chupacabra?” Iris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You never heard this?” Dale asked, walking over with the duffel bag of guns. “First night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of when he went squirrel hunting and saw a chupacabra.” Jimmy snorted, bursting into laughter.

“What are you braying at, jackass?” Daryl asked.

“So you believe in a blood-sucking dog?” Jimmy asked.

“Do you believe dead people walking around?” Daryl retorted. Iris pressed her lips together to hide her smile. Jimmy reached across the map for a rifle, but Rick stopped him.

“Hey, hey. Ever fire one before?” Rick asked warily. T-Dog was watching him closely.

“Well, if I’m going out, I want one.” Jimmy protested.

“Yeah, and people in hell want slurpees.” Daryl replied. Iris let herself smile this time. He lifted his crossbow onto his shoulder, adjusting the strap.

“Want company?” She asked. He jerked his chin toward the horses and she made to walk with him.

“You want a gun?” Rick asked as she passed by.

“I’m good.” She replied, patting her knife belt. He nodded and she turned around, following Daryl. 

She paused again as he walked past the farmhouse toward the horses. Maggie was chatting idly with Glenn on the porch. Clearly, Daryl was about to ‘borrow’ a horse. Without asking. She rolled her eyes, jogging toward the porch. Glenn and Maggie halted their conversation as she got closer and she grinned. Something was sparking between these two.

“Hey, Maggie, do you mind if Daryl and I borrow the horses? We’ll take good care of them, we’re just going out to look for Sophia.” Iris asked. Maggie paused, pursing her lips.

“Yeah, okay. If you get into any trouble, just send ‘em on home. They’ll come back, and we’ll know something’s up.” She replied.

“Alright. We’ll keep them out of harms way.” Iris nodded. Maggie glanced over to Daryl, watching him lead the pair of horses from their field. 

“Thanks for coming to ask.” She said, bemused. Iris’ lips curled up and she nodded, jogging to catch up with Daryl.

Over an hour of looking, and she’d never get used to the twang of the crossbow. Or rather, how accurate Daryl’s aim seemed to be. He pulled the arrow out of a tree, stringing the dead squirrel on the line of many, hanging from the horse’s saddle. There was a comfortable silence between them, speaking up only if they saw something of note. A walker, what might have been a trail, anything.

She was surprised with his comfort on the back of a horse. Iris was no stranger to horses, very similar, in her mind, to a living, breathing, wiggling motorcycle, but she was a mildly awkward rider all the same. She was glad he was leading, weaving through the trees and letting his horse find the best path.

“Whoa.” He mumbled, the horse slowing to a stop. Iris slowed up behind him, following his gaze down near the creek. Here, the creek seemed to be a trickling stream surrounded by banks of mud, but it was still the creek. “You see it?” He almost whispered. Iris brought her horse up beside his, leaning forward around a tree. 

“No.” She muttered, slightly irritated. He reached forward, shifting her chin slightly to the right. She caught sight of what he saw, a tiny speck, practically, in the mud banks of the creek. A doll. Sophia’s doll. “Damn.” She whispered. Daryl dismounted the horse, handing her the lead as he slung his crossbow off his back and started to climb down the slope.

Iris climbed off of the horse, tying the leads to a nearby tree before following suit, shuffling awkwardly rather than climbing. Daryl leaned down as Iris crossed the mud bank, plucking the doll from the edge of the murky water. It was soaked through and dirty, but there was no way of knowing how long it’d been there.

“Sophia!” Iris called, her voice echoing loudly. Daryl shoved the doll into his pocket, glancing around the banks. When there was no noise after a few minutes, walkers or otherwise, they climbed back up the slope, getting back on the horses.

-

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True Story:

Throughout my life I have had many obsessions; fishing, the blonde I sat behind in high school biology, to have my own dog (Not just a 'family' dog), the redhead three doors down from our house, hockey, the brunette who would later become my wife, and a number of other things.

But when I was 10 years old I – like every other boy I knew – had a burning desire that made all other obsessions pale in comparison. My singular desire was to have to have a BB gun. I didn't care what kind, although for some reason I loved the look of the Daisy Model 30-30. Maybe it was because of all the Rawhide Kid, Kid Colt; Outlaw, or Cheyenne Kid comic books I consumed whilst hiding from my mother and her infernal chore list.

I wonder in retrospect if my mother believed that if a comic had 'Kid' in the title it couldn't possibly lead her flock astray, but I digress.

As far as BB guns go, I really didn't care what make or model. I just knew I had to have one. I dreamed about fighting off coyotes, black bear, and local bullies. The only requirement was that it be able to shoot a copper-clad projectile at a high rate of speed. Most of my friends already had their obsessions satisfied and it was a source of constant sorrow that I was BB gun-less.

My desire for a BB gun also filled me with a feeling of guilt because my parents ensured I had everything I needed and fulfilled many of my wants. My mother was never shy about providing me books, new or used, and Dad bought me all the fishing gear and hockey equipment I ever needed.

But Ivanhoe and shin pads couldn't fill the hole in my life left by something I had never possessed in the first place.

Any BB gun would have filled the hole.

One close friend, Skunk (don't ask), had the Holy Grail of the BB gun world – a Crosman pump rifle. This particular rifle was carried around town with much-deserved pride (oh, how I hated Skunk when he toted that gun around). I personally witnessed the sleek weapon puncture the side of a tomato juice can. I know it doesn't sound like much today, but back then, tomato juice cans were manufactured by the Ohio Boilermaker Company, made of 10 gauge, zinc-lined, galvanized steel, and, empty, they weighed 23 pounds.

Another friend actually had a BB pistol but his folks took it away from him because he put out one too many window.

There was a smattering of other BB guns in town. Most boys, who were born to more BB gun-friendly parents toted around Daisys, but I recollect other makes like Powermaster, Benjamin, and, of course, Crosman.

Mom apparently wasn't too worried about my brother and I shooting our eyes out because the Christmas after my 11th birthday my brother and I were presented with matching Daisy 102 Model 36 Cubs. My initial jealousy that my brother got his first gun at 10 while I had had to wait until I was 11 abated after a few seconds when I remembered he was my partner in crime and a pretty good friend all the way around.

The jealousy was immediately replaced with an ugly feeling of ingratitude that made me feel guilty and I tried to shake it off before my dad could see it in my eyes.

Cubs!

Yes, they were guns. Yes, they would shoot a BB. Yes, if you squinted at them, the rifles did sort of look menacing. But they were still Cubs, of all things. To those ignorant of the BB gun world, allow me to explain that the Daisy Cub was the AMC Pacer of the gun hierarchy. It was akin to eating a fast-food burger that has been sitting too long under the warmer; it looked vaguely burger-like, it would fill up an empty stomach, but no matter how you looked at it, it was never going to be a thick, mouth-watering, flame-broiled burger fresh from the barbecue grill in the back yard, dripping with grease, and topped off with the freshest of toppings.

-

Given that Christmas unreasonably seems to always fall in the dead of winter every year, and at least 8 feet of snow covered everything as far south as Des Moines and would until at least April, we were resigned that the guns wouldn't see much action until the Detroit Tigers were in spring training, at a minimum.

Dad, with a head toward solving our dilemma, came through in fine fashion. He covered the windows in the attic with a heavy, BB-proof tarp, hung up paper targets on a length of rope at one end of the cramped space and created an indoor shooting range for his two would be cowboys.

At this point it behooves me to again educate the BB gun ignorant; as a BB does not have a method of propelling itself down a barrel like a bullet, a BB gun has one of two ways to operate: 1. Compressed air (either manually pumped or by using a pre-filled CO2 cartridge), or, 2. Spring-loaded.

Take a wild stab at what method the fine folks at Daisy chose for the Daisy 102 Model 36 Cub.

Initially the BBs zipped to the targets just fine. The single light bulb hanging from the rafters was proof as it had to be replaced more than once, and we discovered the ricochet effect shooting at the chimney bricks.

By the end of January, the springs that provided the propulsion in the Cubs had lost some of their zip. To hit the targets we were required to raise the muzzles a few degrees to provide some elevation to the projectile's trajectory. By the beginning of March, the springs in both guns were so much al-dente fettuccine, and even if we managed to hit the targets – which wasn't a given – the BBs could no longer penetrate.

It wasn't long afterward that the blush fell off the rose and we were spending less and less time sharpening our sharpshooting skills.

I had some Two Gun Kid and Apache Kid comics to read.

-

Spring does show up every year, even to Northern Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula. It's magical warmth causes the snow banks to shrink, gradually at first, and then disappear like cotton candy in a rain storm. It turned the roads into nearly impassable slush and mud, and boys' yearnings to everything summer: baseball, fishing, camping, freedom, no school.

In the spring and summer, Mom's infernal chore list was only a threat if one couldn't sneak out of the house before she latched onto an arm or ear. Avoiding Mom wasn't all that difficult, mostly because my brother and I had five younger siblings who always seemed to be crying for something or other and, as a result, Mom was almost continually distracted.

The first few glorious days of summer were spent in pursuit of birds and small animals with our new but impotent weapons. The hunts turned out to be exercises in futility because even if we managed to hit a chipmunk or squirrel, the BBs would do little more than tickle them.

It wasn't too many days before the Cubs were left in the hall closet to gather dust. What was the point of toting around a firearm that wouldn't fire? Nobody feared us, and the bears and coyotes were scarce, so our pursuits turned to fishing or swimming or that old trusty standby, finding ways to pester the neighborhood girls.

-

A few weeks into summer found a group of us kids, who had all successfully dodged our respective mother's chore lists, looking for mischief to get into. Picking on the girls was terrific fun but even that had gotten old. How often can you bomb a tea party with water balloons before it loses its attraction?

Fishing was always a draw for me, but nobody else wanted to slog the three miles to the river. A pick up baseball game was mentioned, but there were only eight of us, and, unless we wanted to play with older kids who would take over everything, or worse, girls, it was a non-starter.

Somewhere in our lethargy, the conversation turned to World War II. Over for some time, it was still a favorite subject. One friend's father had actually been in Normandy, and later on was stationed in Paris after it was liberated. He had been a supply clerk and never saw combat, but he still was a hero to us wide-eyed war junkies.

Most of us wouldn't have been able to find Normandy on a map, and whenever I heard of La Madeleine or other French towns I couldn't help picturing Mom's jar of orange marmalade that was always on the breakfast table. But even in our ignorance, we still loved talking about the war.

And then somebody casually asked, why not have a war of our own? For real. With guns. BB guns, albeit, but guns nevertheless. We could map out a large area south of town, stake out territories and try to capture the other's flags. We could set up rules of engagement and follow them to the letter. No targeting someone above the neck. No shooting if the target is closer than 10 feet. If you are hit anywhere but the arms or legs, you are out until the campaign was over and the new one began. Skunk could only pump his gun once; anything more would give him an unfair advantage.

The three boys who weren't already wearing Coke-bottle glasses had to see if they could filch safety goggles from their dad's garages or find something else to protect their eyes.

Breathless, my brother and I raced home to grab our guns and I crept up to our room to grab the half-filled, cardboard carton of ammunition Even employing stealth, we heard Mom yelling for us as the screen door banged behind us and we made our escape and headed to the field of battle.

Most boys are brain dead. At least I was and I can honestly say the thought of how stupid we were being never crossed my gray matter. I can't speak for my brother, but he was right by my side and I don't recall him voicing objections.

If we had stopped to think we would have recognized that if we were found out, not only would Dad bend our guns against the trunk of the maple tree in the back yard, but he'd wear out his razor strop on our heinies.

Perhaps common sense was out pestering the girls that afternoon because it was nowhere to be found when we all met up in the field under the giant cherry tree that we had designated as the demilitarized zone.

In short order we formed two, four-person armies and hammered out the theater of operations. We had to stay in between the two dirt roads to the east and west, and the northern edge of the pond was the southern boundary. The Pelkkanen's (who happened to be out of town) outhouse would represent the northern border of our combat arena.

We tore up the tee shirt pinched from somebody's clothesline and each team took half as a flag. We would split up, set up our head quarters and wait 20 minutes before launching hostilities.

None of us had a watch, so approximately 4 minutes later, we were all slinking through the waist-deep weeds and bramble bushes, crouching behind cedar bushes and pine trees looking for the enemy. Strategy? Ha! We just moved towards the opposite end of the war zone until, hopefully, we'd engage somebody to shoot at.

That's exactly what happened. The two skirmish lines met in an opening in the shrubbery and began firing as fast as we could work the levers on our guns. BBs flew like confetti and boys fell with over-dramatic flair. The BBs had a slightest of stings, except for Skunk's shots, but even those weren't terrible.

Through four successive battles the teams went at it. mostly adhering to the rules. One boy caught a BB in the ear that made him yelp, and in the fourth skirmish I took one in my lower lip which immediately began to swell. The pain wasn't too terrible and I fought on.

Tied two battles to two, we determined to settle the issue of supremacy in one last engagement. To the victor would belong the spoils, whatever they were. Possibly an empty tomato juice can.

Unfortunately, the other team had at least one boy who wasn't addle-minded and had something up their sleeves; they had no intention of a frontal assault.

We found out too late that three of the opposition moved to the west side of the combat zone and made somewhat of a ruckus, drawing our attacking force on the run, while their fourth slipped by unobserved on the east side, waltzed into our base, swiped our flag and redeployed back to his base.

We lost the battle and thus the war without firing a shot. While certainly the defeat stung, my brother and I took the whipping in stride and opined that we'd know better next time. One of our team yelled some of the worst Finnish words he knew; paska, and kusipaa and paskiainen being chief among them. (For those who don't speak Finn, trust me, they're pretty tame by today's standards.)

For some unknown reason that escaped the others in our army, Skunk was livid. How could we lose so easily with such superior firepower? The tyhmät päät must have cheated! He was going to exact some sort of revenge. I tried telling him we just lost and that's the way it goes sometimes. But he was beyond reasoning with.

Skunk set off to the other side of the field with the rest of the team following behind. He would later claim he only pumped his gun once, but my brother and I would both rat him out to the fellows that we both had seen him pumping the gun multiple times as he advanced on the other army's position. How many times did he pump the pump? I have no idea, but it was more than one.

The other team emerged from hiding and began rubbing it in as we approached - as we would have done had we been the victors. Without a word Skunk raised the Crosman and took bead on one of our friends, Jussi. The intended target yelled and spun around to take cover when the BB punctured the denim and skin that covered his keister.

We were all in shock as we watched a small, dark, wet spot appear and grow slowly larger on the wounded boy's left buttock. Even Skunk was mortified at what he'd done. We were all shocked and most of us were crying except for - oddly enough - the boy with the BB in his butt. He handled being shot with remarkable aplomb.

The youngest boy in our gang lost control of his bladder and he peed his pants. (nobody gave him flack for the leak - he was only 8 and, frankly, some of us struggled to keep from peeing in our drawers, too.)

Skunk tossed his gun aside and ran off, all the while crying how sorry he was. The rest of us gathered around our wounded comrade and dithered back and forth about what to do. Jussi gingerly lowered his trousers baring an expanse of pale white flesh with an ugly purplish circle the size of a nickel surrounding a BB-sized darker hole. Bright blood trickled from the wound and dripped down into his pant leg.

Someone suggested sucking out the BB like we might suck out rattlesnake venom. Even Jussi was taken aback by the suggestion and in no uncertain terms bellowed, "Ain't nobody sucking on my arse!"

I picked up Skunk's Crosman and we helped the only real casualty of what we'd come to refer to as the War of the Keweenaw hobble home to have his mom administer first aid.

-

Either Jussi's parents were brighter than we gave them credit for and didn't buy the story that their son was injured by a branch when he fell out of a tree, or Jussi just told them the truth.

Whatever the case, in short order, all of our parents were brought up to speed and that evening found my brother and me in the backyard with Dad. Our Cubs on the ground at our feet.

Without words he gestured for me to hand him my gun. I did so waited for him to slam the gun against the tree trunk. Instead, he raised his knee and bent the barrel of the gun over it like it was Play-Doh. He tossed my Cub aside and repeated the ceremony with my brother.

We waited for him to pull out his strop but it wasn't forthcoming. Even his belt stayed cinched around his waist. He just looked at us sadly and shook his head.

He hugged us both and whispered, "I'm disappointed in both of you."

We would have rather had him wear out the razor strop on our butts. That was a punishment we could understand, even if it was a painful. "Please yell at us, Dad!" I screamed in my head.

Both my brother and I were sobbing uncontrollably. The worst punishment imaginable had been handed down - Dad was disappointed in us. It was a pain we would strive hard to never feel again.

-

All of us who had participated in the War of the Keweenaw had received punishments of varying degrees. We all lost our guns, except Skunk, who, in his remorse and shame, presented it to Jussi in atonement.

My brother and I would spend the next several months trying to make Dad proud of us again. We stopped sneaking out of the house and even willingly worked on Mom's infernal chore list that seemed to keep growing, and completed everything on it that an 11 and 10 year-old could. As much as we would have liked to do so, we just weren't able to reshingle the house and garage roofs on our own, but we willingly helped Dad do the job.

Eventually, after a time, Dad returned to his normal, boisterous, and joking self and life went on and it was good.

-

I never owned another BB gun. A handful of years later I received a Remington .30-06 just in time for deer season, and I've owned multiple rifles, shotguns and pistols since then, but I've never had an 'obsession' for the guns. They are nothing more than tools that I always handle with the respect they deserve.

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Note: A dozen or so years ago I was able to visit my old home town and reconnect with the few of my friends who still live in the area. Skunk and Jussi are still best of friends and I can still see the boy in both through the grey. Jussi grinned at me when I brought up The War of the Keweenaw, went to his basement and returned with the Crosman BB gun. He claimed it still worked perfectly.

Although I declined to do so when he offered to let me feel the bump, he asserts the BB is still lodged firmly in his buttock.

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When seeking HVAC services, we invite you to choose India Heating, Air Conditioning, and Refrigeration. Heating, Air Conditioning and Refrigeration Services Based in Aurora, the company India Heating, Air Conditioning & Refrigeration provides heating, air conditioning, and commercial refrigeration services.

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RO Repairing in Malviya Nagar: A Comprehensive Guide

Introduction

They added that in the present society, where water source is being threatened by the contamination, POSSESSION of a water purifier can be considered as a necessity than a luxury. South Delhi’s Malviya Nagar has many homes and offices and these offices and homes largely consume Reverse Osmosis (RO) water purifiers for drinking water. But like any other appliance, RO systems also require periodic servicing and sometimes a repair, or two. This article goes to the length of describing RO repairing in Malviya Nagar particularly KTECH Water Zone (RO Service Centre in South Delhi), the right source for your RO requirements.

Why RO Systems are Essential in Malviya Nagar? Malviya Nagar is an extremely active area but as with most populated regions of the country, the water supply may be contaminated. Waterborne pollutants like, heavy metals, chlorine, and some pathogenic organisms are often found in tap water. RO water purifiers ensure:

Harmful impurities are got rid of in the process. Flavor improvement brought by the elimination of dissolved salts. Safe water to avoid incidences of water borne diseases. Thus it is very vital to have your RO system serving and repaired on time so that it can work effectively.

Common RO Problems Faced by Malviya Nagar Residents As I mentioned earlier, owning an RO system has its shares of hurdles too. Here are some common problems people face:

Low Water Flow This can be caused by a plugged filter, or a bad pump.

Unpleasant Taste or Odor According to this leaving a message to inform people that the filter or membrane is worn out and requires replacement.

Leaking RO System A typical reason, they arise due to loosely fitting or damaged parts.

Noisy Operations May be attributed actually to some disconnection such as an air gap in the system or some problem with the motor.

System Not Working at All Its condition is either due to power supply problem or an internal part was damaged.

If you are faced with these problems it is high time you sought help from experts such as KTECH Water Zone.

KTECH Water Zone: The Best RO Service Centre in South Delhi That is why KTECH Water Zone has become popular in Malviya Nagar, South Delhi, as a reliable and fast RO service provider. Here’s why they stand out:

Expert Technicians Their team consist of highly trained and certified professionals to deal with skills and knowledge about any sort of RO brands.

Comprehensive Services Whether it’s installation, routine maintenance, or emergency repair, KTECH Water Zone provides a wide range of services, including: a. Filter Replacement b. Cleaning of membrane and its replacement c. Pump and Motor Repair d. Water Leakage Fixing e. Annual Maintenance Contracts are referred to as AMC.

Use of Genuine Spare Parts They always use genuine spare parts to help your RO system to be long lasting and serve you with the best performance.

Quick Response Time Based in South Delhi they assure timely service and your RO system will take minimal time to be up and running again.

Affordable Pricing KTECH Water Zone provides affordable products while maintaining product quality, so residents of Malviya Nagar prefer it.

How to Identify When Your RO System Needs Servicing? It should be noted c that proper maintenance is actually core to the longevity of your specific RO system. Look out for these signs:

a. Water does not taste fresh, it either tastes salty or has a peculiar taste. b. Reduced water flow. c. Many halts or warning signals. d. Periodic loud and noisy operation would be incurred together with; Otherwise, problems will escalate and the cost of repairing them will be significantly higher. These nightmares can, however, be prevented by hiring professionals such as KTECH Water Zone for servicing of facilities.

DIY Maintenance Tips for RO Systems While professional servicing is crucial, homeowners can take simple steps to maintain their RO systems:

Pre Filters must be cleaned often These filters capture large particles and do not allow opening for the passage of the particles into the system.

Sanitize the Storage Tank Clean the herbal extraction tank after a few weeks or sooner to prevent bacterial build up.

Check for Leaks Check for any crack or any form of leakage, and if is found see that you make the necessary repairs.

The second procedure of maintenance is the replacement of filters and membranes on time periodically. When replacing parts always stick to the manufacturer’s recommendations.

Maintain Proper Pressure Correct the pressure of the water to that range that is most appropriate for your chosen RO.

However, there are issues which cannot just be solved by ordinary people, they need professional help. This is where KTECH Water Zone comes in.

Choosing the Right RO Service Provider in Malviya Nagar When selecting an RO repair service, consider these factors:

Experience This means that the provider you choose should also have at least several years of servicing the Reverse Osmosis system.

Customer Reviews Therefore, take time to read the various reviews and testimonials in order to establish the quality of the services to be offered.

Service Warranty Choose your providers who can guarantee their repairs through warranty.

Availability of Spare Parts Make sure they use authentic spare parts which are fit for your RO model.

Affordable Pricing Accomplish your intentions or get what you need at the least cost without sacrificing quality.

For these reasons, KTECH Water Zone fits the above criteria and as such perfect for the occupants of Malviya Nagar.

How to Book RO Services with KTECH Water Zone? Booking a service with KTECH Water Zone is simple:

You can either give a call or send a message to their toll-free customer care number.

Consult them at their south Delhi service centre.

Choose their online booking which helps them to schedule an appointment with ease.

They also have Annual Maintenance Contracts (AMC) that enable your Reverse Osmosis system to receive a check up throughout the year.

Why KTECH Water Zone is Trusted by Malviya Nagar Residents? Here’s what sets them apart:

a. Experienced ro repair company with over decades in the business. b. Maintenance of quality standard as well as customer care services. c. Ordering with no additional fees and charges allowed. d. Good solutions needed in homes and businesses.

Customer Testimonials KTECH Water Zone is my number one RO service provider that I have been using for several years now. They always get back to me so quick and their technicians are always very professional! – Rajesh Gupta, Malviya Nagar

"Affordable and reliable! So, if you are concerned about RO issues, I would suggest you check KTECH Water Zone. – Anita Sharma, South Delhi

It’s time for you to contact KTECH Water Zone Today! From just a simple repair job to a complete makeover, KTECH Water Zone can take care of all your RO requirements.

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Phone: 080767 47517

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Conclusion The rule of thumb here is that a functional RO system is prerequisite to safe drinking water. Are you living in Malviya Nagar or nearby localities – you do not need to look any further for all your RO repair and servicing needs, simply visit KTECH Water Zone. The knowledge, zeal and passion they show alongside focusing on customer satisfaction make them our first choice in South Delhi.

The information contained in this guide is useful in understanding RO repairing services to highlight more of KTECH Water Zone. Do you need a change or addition in any section?

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Find The Top Commercial RO Plant Manufacturer In Faridabad

RO stands for reverse osmosis. It is a water purification technology. Commercial RO plants are used to remove contaminants from water on a large scale. They are used by factories, hotels, housing societies and other places needing lots of clean water. Installing a good quality commercial RO plant is important. It ensures a reliable supply of pure water for the premises.

Why Netsol Water?

Netsol Water is a leading company manufacturing commercial RO plants. They have over 15 years of experience in this field. Their team includes qualified engineers and technicians. They use advanced technology and quality components in their RO plants. This ensures the plants operate efficiently and have a long lifespan. 

Netsol's commercial RO plants are customizable as per client requirements. They offer plants with different capacities ranging from 1000 LPH to 1 lakh LPH. Their after-sales service is also excellent with timely AMC and maintenance support.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Commercial RO Manufacturer

There are several factors to keep in mind when selecting a manufacturer for your commercial RO plant:

1) Experience and Expertise

Look for a company with significant years of experience manufacturing commercial RO systems specifically. They should have sound technical knowledge and expertise in this domain.

2) Quality of Components 

The quality of raw materials and components used directly impacts the plant's performance and longevity. Choose a manufacturer using superior quality membranes, filters, pumps etc. from established brands.

3) Customization Options

Every business has unique water purification needs based on factors like raw water quality, daily consumption, etc. The manufacturer should offer customized solutions accordingly.

4) After-Sales Service

Having reliable after-sales service is crucial for the smooth functioning of the RO plant. The company should provide prompt AMC, repair services and availability of spare parts.

5) Certifications and Consumer Reviews

Look for manufacturers with relevant certifications like ISO. Also read through consumer testimonials and reviews to gauge their service standards.

Manufacturing Process at Netsol Water

Netsol Water follows systematic processes and stringent quality checks at every stage of commercial RO plant manufacturing:

1) Requirement Analysis

Their engineers first analyze the client's raw water parameters through lab testing. They assess the daily water consumption needs based on the usage.

2) System Design 

Based on the analysis, they design the most optimal and energy-efficient RO plant configuration with the required pre-treatment and post-treatment processes.

3) Component Sourcing

They carefully source all plant components like membranes, filters, pumps and control panels from reliable vendors to ensure top-notch quality.

4) Fabrication and Assembly

The plant is fabricated and assembled by their skilled team under controlled conditions following all required standards and specifications.

5) Quality Testing

Each manufactured RO plant undergoes stringent quality testing to ensure it meets all desired performance parameters before dispatch.

Service Standards of Netsol Water

What sets Netsol Water apart is their commitment to superior service standards:

1) Expert Team

They have a qualified and experienced team of engineers, technicians and customer service staff.

2) Prompt Responses 

Their team is highly responsive and provides prompt resolutions to any service issues or technical queries from clients.

3) Timely Maintenance 

They offer affordable annual maintenance contracts (AMCs) which ensure the commercial RO plant receives timely servicing and maintenance.

4) Availability of Spares

Netsol stocks an inventory of all common spare parts and consumables making their availability hassle-free for clients as and when required.

5) Customer Training

They provide hands-on training to the client's team on the correct operation and basic maintenance of the installed RO plant.

Why Choose Netsol as Your Commercial RO Partner in Faridabad?

When it comes to selecting the top commercial RO plant manufacturer in Faridabad, Netsol Water ticks all the right boxes:

1) Extensive Experience

With over 15 years solely focused on commercial RO plants, their experience and expertise in this field is unparalleled.

2) State-of-the-Art Manufacturing Unit

Their advanced manufacturing unit in Faridabad is equipped with the latest technologies and tools for fabricating top-quality RO plants.

3) Renowned Client Base

They have successfully installed commercial RO plants for reputed clients across industries like manufacturing, hospitality, healthcare, etc.

4) Consumer Trust

The numerous positive reviews and repeat orders from their clientele are a testament to the trust and reliability they have built over the years.

5) Optimal Pricing

Despite using premium quality components, their RO plants are very reasonably priced being a manufacturer selling directly.

Conclusion

In summary, Netsol Water emerges as the clear top choice when looking for a reliable commercial RO plant manufacturer in Faridabad. With their technical expertise, quality manufacturing processes, and unwavering commitment to customer satisfaction, they offer a hassle-free and efficient solution for all your large-scale water purification needs. Get in touch with their team today for a free consultation and preliminary analysis.

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What Are Common Problems With Older Jeeps?

For off-road aficionados, the very mention of a Jeep conjures up images of adventure, durability, and the rugged spirit of exploration. There's a charm to the classic models, a timeless appeal that sparks the imaginations of those who long for the open trail. But every rose has its thorn, and every classic Jeep — no matter how beloved — carries the weight of its years in the form of potential problems that can test even the hardiest enthusiast.

In this comprehensive exploration, we’re going to gear up and strap in to address the common issues that crop up with older Jeeps. Whether you’re knee-deep in mud pits, scaling rocky inclines, or just cruising down memory lane in your vintage ride, a brush-up on these obstacles can save you a heap of trouble down the line.

Common Issues with Older Jeep Engines

Older Jeep models feature a range of engines, from the inline-six 'Iron Duke' to the iconic AMC V8, but irrespective of make, time takes its toll. Common problems with older Jeep engines range from overheating issues, often the result of a failing water pump or an inefficient cooling system, to oil leaks that can put a damper on your off-roading or even present a fire hazard. Additionally, with age comes a decrease in power and efficiency, which might prompt an enthusiast to consider engine overhaul or replacement with a modern powerplant.

Overheating Woes

Off-road conditions can put an additional strain on the engine, especially during prolonged low-speed crawling. To combat overheating, it’s crucial to regularly inspect and maintain your cooling system. Upgrading to a larger radiator and installing an electric fan to supplement airflow when traversing tight trails can be life-saving modifications.

Weary Pistons and Leaks

Oil leaks in older engines are often due to deteriorating gaskets and seals, which can lead to a slow but certain loss of the precious lubricant vital to the engine's health. A systematic approach to identifying and addressing these leaks, including the inspection of gaskets and seals during routine oil changes, is key to maintaining performance.

Power of Modernization

For some Jeep purists, there's a certain satisfaction in keeping the original engine alive. However, for those looking for a blend of vintage appeal and modern reliability, engine swaps with newer, more powerful powerplants — such as the ubiquitous Chevy LS series — are increasingly popular and can provide a drastic improvement in performance and fuel efficiency.

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Suspension and Drivetrain Challenges

Every bump, jump, and dip on the trail is absorbed by your Jeep's suspension, and coupled with the demands of aggressive off-roading, it’s no wonder that worn-out shocks, sagging springs, and drivetrain vibrations are par for the course for older models.

Shock Absorption — Or Lack Thereof

Older model Jeeps may develop a 'bouncy' ride feel or exhibit increased body roll due to worn-out or damaged shocks and suspension components. Regular inspection for leaks, cracks, and visible damage, along with scheduled replacements, can keep your ride smooth and your control tight.

The Vibration Equation

Drivetrain vibrations, often caused by misaligned components or unbalanced driveshafts, can lead to a litany of issues, including increased wear on key components and a less-than-enjoyable driving experience. These problems are easy to dismiss but can cause serious damage over time and should be addressed promptly.

Bumps on the Maintenance Path

Off-roading can accelerate wear, with drivetrain parts often requiring more frequent attention than normal. Regular maintenance, such as lubrication of the driveline and tight checks of U-joints and CVs, is essential to a Jeep's longevity and to ensure no surprises on your next outing.

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Electrical System and Wiring Problems

While the heart of your Jeep may reside in the engine bay, its nervous system is no less vital. Electrical issues in older Jeeps can be confounding, with symptoms ranging from flickering lights to complete system failures.

A Dim Situation

Dim or fluctuating lights are a common issue with older Jeeps, often attributed to corroded connections, ground issues, or failing alternators. Regular inspection of connections, grounds, and the electrical system overall can prevent these issues from leaving you out in the dark.

Current Affairs

Old wiring harnesses face the dual threat of deterioration over time and potential damage from the elements and off-road hazards. When modernizing or restoring a classic Jeep, many enthusiasts opt for a complete or partial rewire, especially if the vehicle history is unknown or if signs of wire degradation are present.

Battling With Gremlins

Intermittent electrical problems, the bane of any mechanic's existence, can be particularly challenging to diagnose and fix. A methodical approach that includes circuit testing, visual inspections, and the elimination of potential sources of interference is often the best path forward.

Rust and Body Integrity

The mere utterance of 'rust' can send shivers down the spine of any vehicle owner, and with good reason. Rust is not just a cosmetic issue; it can erode the structural integrity of your Jeep, especially in older models with less advanced corrosion protection measures.

Corrosive Concerns

Rust in older Jeeps often starts in areas that trap moisture and debris, such as the wheel wells, undercarriage, and battery tray. Regular cleaning, application of rust inhibitors, and additional drain holes or protective barriers can help stave off the inevitable effects of corrosion.

Structural Strength

The integrity of a vehicle's body is key to its safety and, indeed, its ability to keep on rolling. Modern fabrication techniques and materials have vastly improved the resistance to bending and breaking, but older Jeeps may need reinforcement in high-stress areas, particularly if used for heavy off-road duties.

Cosmetic but Critical

While it's easy to dismiss cosmetic rust as an inevitability of older vehicles, addressing it early can prevent its spread to vital components and ensure that your Jeep retains its aesthetic charm, which is part of what makes these classics so appealing.

Upgrades and Maintenance Solutions

Thankfully, owning a classic Jeep doesn’t have to be a battle against a tide of malfunctions and misbehaviors. There are numerous upgrades and maintenance solutions that can not only address these issues but also enhance the performance and longevity of your treasured ride.

Performance-Boosting Mods

From simple bolt-on parts like cold air intakes and aftermarket exhaust systems to more involved projects such as engine transplants and suspension lifts, the world of Jeep upgrades is vast and varied. Just remember that with great power comes great responsibility — be sure to upgrade other components to handle the increased performance.

Maintenance Musts

Regular servicing and proactive maintenance are perhaps the most crucial elements of owning a classic off-roader. Unlike a daily driver, the frequency and thoroughness of service should be aligned with the rigors of your off-road adventures. Keeping detailed records can also help you anticipate when components might need replacement, preventing unexpected failures.

The Ever-Changing Aftermarket

The aftermarket world for older Jeeps is rich with options for everything from cosmetic enhancements to serious off-road gear. Engaging with the community, attending trade shows, and staying abreast of the latest developments can provide invaluable insight into how to keep your Jeep relevant and ready for whatever comes its way.

Conclusion: Journeying Onward With Preparedness

The path to an off-road adventure with a classic Jeep may be fraught with potential pitfalls, but with knowledge, preparation, and the right mindset, these iconic vehicles can offer countless hours of enjoyment. Addressing common problems with older Jeeps requires a blend of technical know-how, a love for the mechanical, and an unwavering pioneer spirit.

If you're an owner or an aspiring custodian of one of these storied machines, remember that every repair, upgrade, and preventative action is not just an investment in your vehicle, but also serves to uphold the legacy of the Jeep and its enduring place in the annals of automotive adventure.

By understanding the common challenges and staying ahead of potential issues, you're not just ensuring the reliability of your Jeep; you're also uniting your own story with that of an American icon — forged in the crucible of war, hardened by the demands of nature, and now, carried forward by your passion and dedication.

As you take to the trails in your trusty steed, may your journeys be as smooth as your freshly-tuned suspension allows, and may the only sparks you see be from your campfire at the end of a day well-speckled with off-road tales and treasured Jeep memories.

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Enhancing Safety with Cutting-Edge Fire Suppression Systems in the UAE - MMJ Security and Safety

In a rapidly evolving world, safeguarding your properties and ensuring the well-being of occupants is paramount. With MMJ Security and Safety, a leading fire protection company in Dubai, you can trust in top-notch Fire Suppression Systems tailored to meet the unique needs of the UAE. Discover how our comprehensive solutions, advanced components, and expert services elevate fire safety to unprecedented levels.

Protecting What Matters: Fire Suppression Systems Explained

Fire Suppression Systems play a pivotal role in mitigating the risks associated with fire and gas leakage. At MMJ Security and Safety, we specialize in designing, installing, inspecting, and maintaining these systems to safeguard your assets effectively.

Let's delve into the key components that constitute our state-of-the-art fire protection systems:

Automatic Fire Sprinklers:

Rapid response without human intervention.

Programmed to detect rising fire levels, minimizing damage.

Ideal for swift damage recovery in residential and commercial properties.

Standpipes/Fire Hydrant:

Strategically installed, connected to the main water source.

Essential in emergency situations for quick access to water supply.

Configurations include automatic dry, automatic wet, manual dry, manual wet, and semi-automatic dry.

Fire Alarm Systems:

Tailored to monitor the presence of fire promptly.

Customizable based on property type and architectural nuances.

Provides timely alerts to ensure swift evacuation.

Smoke Control Systems:

Mechanical and passive systems for detecting and controlling harmful gases.

Mechanical systems use fans to manage smoke movement.

Passive systems employ smoke barriers to prevent gas spread.

Fire Command Center:

Essential in large buildings for effective communication.

Houses sub-modules like fire alarm controls, ARCS control panel, elevator controls, and more.

Enables seamless communication for firefighting staff.

Fire Department Connections:

Placed strategically to not hinder firefighting activities.

Includes pumping apparatus and hoses for swift response.

Fire Pumps:

Crucial for supplying water to various components.

Ensures the optimal functioning of fire protection systems.

Post-Fire Smoke Purge:

Clears premises of smoke after a fire or gas leakage.

Facilitates safer operations for emergency personnel.

ARCS (Auxiliary Radio Communication System):

Advanced communication system for buildings taller than 75 feet.

Ensures effective communication among firefighting staff.

Why Choose MMJ Security and Safety  for Fire Suppression System in the UAE?

At MMJ Security and Safety Group, your safety is our utmost priority. Serving our valued customers since 2007, we take pride in our skilled professionals offering supply, installation, and AMC (Annual Maintenance Contract) for Fire Alarm Systems, Fire Fighting, and Security Systems under DCD A Category in UAE. Our commitment to innovation, reliability, and high competence has positioned us as a leading engineering company, providing outstanding services and comprehensive solutions.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Fire Safety with MMJ Security and Safety In a region where safety is non-negotiable, MMJ Security and Safety stands as your trusted partner for cutting-edge Fire Suppression Systems in the UAE. Choose us to fortify your defenses and ensure a secure environment for your properties and occupants. Contact us now to experience unparalleled safety solutions that redefine industry standards. Your safety, our commitment - MMJ Security and Safety, your go-to for superior fire protection in the UAE.

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Although small in size, Emeryville, California offers a wide range of thrilling outdoor activities that can compete with even larger cities. It is situated on the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. One such attraction is Shorebird Park, a gem that is often overlooked but worth a visit for anyone looking for a fun-filled day outside.

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For those seeking a little more adventure, Shorebird Park has plenty to offer. The park is home to a skate park and a BMX track, where visitors can test their skills and enjoy some adrenaline-pumping action. There are also basketball and volleyball courts available, as well as a large playground that is sure to keep kids entertained for hours.

But the highlight of Shorebird Park has to be its beach. The park has a lovely sandy beach, complete with a roped-off swimming area that is perfect for a refreshing dip in the Bay's cool waters. Visitors can also rent kayaks and paddleboards to explore the Bay and its surrounding areas. And if you're lucky, you might even spot some of the park's resident shorebirds, which gave the park its name.

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In addition to being a fun and convenient destination, Shorebird Park is also committed to environmental sustainability. The park has implemented several eco-friendly practices, such as the use of solar panels to power park facilities and the installation of a rain garden to filter runoff and reduce erosion.

Overall, Shorebird Park is a must-visit destination for anyone looking to experience the best of Emeryville's outdoor recreation. With its stunning views, range of activities, and commitment to sustainability, it is sure to provide a memorable day out for visitors of all ages.

Additionally, Shorebird Park is an ideal spot for visitors looking to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. With its tranquil surroundings and diverse activities, it provides a perfect escape for those seeking some peace and quiet in nature.

Finally, with its wide range of amenities and commitment to sustainability, Shorebird Park is a great destination for visitors looking to make the most of their time in Emeryville. Whether you're seeking some outdoor fun or simply want to relax and take in the scenery, Shorebird Park is sure to provide an enjoyable experience.

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[gremlin-project-x]

Yesterday it was very rainy, so when I went out to plan my day, our domesticated stray thought she could stay dry.

I noticed the hole in the back was leaking, so I figured I'd try and stem the problem with my funny idea. I have no exterior bodywork experience, so welding and bondo-ing are currently not in my wheelhouse. Plus I wanted to do this anyway. Since this Gremlin will never be a show car, I want to have a little fun with it. It's a diet rat rod, and some cars get a "bomber" designation whether the racing class or painted up like a bomber plane. Here, I'm making a 'fuse' for the 'bomb' that is my car. I got a pipe fitting that wound up screwing right nicely into the hole (in the future I will rust-proof this area). And then putting a sink hose on to look like a big visco fuse (I'll have to paint it later). I want to put a two or three-piece acrylic end on the fuse to make it look like it's lit up. But that's a future project!

I put on the Hornet grill I had and it mostly fits. I just hope it holds up while I'm driving it. Then I mocked up the seat tracks for about where they're going to go.

I put green LED's in a while back, but even with the incandescent bulbs, the dash lit up green when I got the car. I have my doubts that AMC used green filters for the X packaged Gremlins, but I could be wrong. I also tried to match some seat belt colors to the lights.

I got a blue led light for the high-beams indicator, but the original gauge has a piece of yellow or brown tape(?) on it to make the indicator light yellow. It was clouded and miscolored, so I removed the bit over the hole. I may change it to yellow. Also checking out the warning lights. You can also see the cardboard tube "light pipe".

August 15 2022

Today I made some big steps to being finished.

I took the headliner out of the garage where I had done some repairs last year. For repairs, I mostly used wood glue, cardboard, and string-reinforced packing tape. The headliner is a sandwich layer of thin hardboard, polystyrene (styrofoam), hardboard, and the plastic layer you see. I sprayed the backside down with Thompson's Water Seal aerosol to help prevent further moisture deterioration.

While waiting for that to dry, I finally got a useable oil pump for quart bottle sizes, and drained/refilled the transmission oil. This is the T14 3-speed, which is recommended about two pints of SAE 80w gear oil first and foremost. The TSM also says you can use engine oil, but that's the only place I see that. The 1972 Owner's Manual only says 80w gear oil.

As the headliner had dried, I went to put it in the car. It went in a LOT easier than it came out. The TSM does give a helping handy tip on how to re-assemble it in. The headliner is held primarily in place by two small steel channels with some AMC-specific metal pop clips. The channels have provisions for four clips, with two holes per spot. I suspect the channel gets used on the Hornet too, which has more roof line than the Gremlin, so the Gremlin only has three.

At the start, you have to put the clips so the tab is in the top hole. You then have to pop the clips into the roof. Once that's done, you take the headliner and put the edges inside the channels. Take a moment to make sure the headliner is oriented right, then push the channels upwards so the clip tabs snap into the lower holes. At this point, the headliner is in! Hope you didn't forget to snake the dome light cable over.

At the suggestion of my dad, I got out the carpet cleaner and cleaned up the gunk on my carpets. Wow! See the difference!

Got my dad to help me find the mounting holes for my seat brackets, It's looking great!

Wahoo! Seats are almost in! They look great and I'm excited to drive the car!

August 16 2022

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Finding the Best Aquaguard RO Service Center Near Me in Jaipur: A Comprehensive Guide

Ensuring the quality of your drinking water is essential, and if you own an Aquaguard RO water purifier, regular servicing is crucial. Whether it’s a routine checkup, filter replacement, or addressing any issues with your Aquaguard purifier, choosing a trustworthy Aquaguard RO service center near me in Jaipur can make all the difference. This guide will help you understand why regular service is important, what to look for in a service center, and how to choose the best Aquaguard service provider in Jaipur.

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Final Thoughts

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His best picture Oscar for The King’s Speech is on a small shelf in the corner, just next to his Emmy for the 10-minute comedy series State of the Union.

There is nothing ostentatious about Emile Sherman’s office — just a plain desk and a space on a wall where a painting used to be — but it has become the centre of a thriving production company that has him switching between Australian and English time zones constantly.

A decade after The King’s Speech won eight Academy Awards, and four years after Lion had six nominations including best picture, Sherman is an excellent chance of heading back to the Oscars with Jane Campion’s new film The Power of the Dog.

Hollywood’s Oscar pundits have the moody drama about the turbulent relationship between two Montana brothers played by Benedict Cumberbatch and Jesse Plemons as a leading contender for best picture, director, three acting categories — including recognition for young Australian Kodi Smit-McPhee — adapted screenplay, editing and cinematography. “Certainly the reception has been as good as we could ever have hoped,” Sherman says. “You really don’t know when you’re making a film or TV show how it’s going to be received. You just don’t.”

While a producer has an instinct whether a film will be good, awards can come down to how it plays into the times and the strength of other contenders.

“Winning an Oscar is lightning in a bottle,” Sherman says. “I realised that with The King’s Speech. It could have gone the other way. All you can do is try to make something that you think will have a great impact and be a great movie.”

Sherman jointly runs See-Saw Films as a two-country venture. His office is in Paddington, Sydney, and co-managing director Iain Canning is in London.

“The timezone is the bane of my life and no doubt the bane of a lot of people in the UK’s life as well,” he says. “But we really try to use the competitive advantage that we have, which is that we are based in two countries — not based in one with a satellite — bringing together the creative talent, the storytelling talent, the financial resources, the landscapes and production talent of Australia and New Zealand with England and Europe.” Since The King’s Speech, the company has become a mini studio, with 14 films released (including Shame, Tracks, Lion, How To Talk To Girls At Parties, Mary Magdalene, Widows and Ammonite) and another four on the way (The Power of the Dog, Colin Firth war drama Operation Mincemeat, Joel Edgerton crime thriller The Stranger and The Son, Florian Zeller’s follow-up to his Oscar-winning The Father).

Just last week, Amazon paid $US30 million ($39.8 million) for another film: Garth Davis’ sci-fi thriller A Foe, which will shoot in Australia early next year with Saoirse Ronan and Paul Mescal starring. While See-Saw started as a film producer, its output shows how much the entertainment business has changed as rival streaming services and cable channels pump up their schedules.

Since making two seasons of Top of the Lake with Campion, See-Saw has shot television series for Apple TV (Gary Oldman and Kristin Scott Thomas in the spy thriller Slow Horses then Claire Danes and Tom Hiddleston in period drama The Essex Serpent) and Netflix (action-comedy The New Legends Of Monkey and young adult series Heartstopper).

Other series have been for international cable channels AMC (Indigenous vampire drama Firebite), Foxtel/Showtime/Sky (drama The End) and Sundance TV (State of the Union). And three more for the BBC (period drama Banished, comic drama Love Nina and Colin Farrell in whaling drama The North Water).

While The Power of the Dog premiered the Venice Film Festival and screened at Sydney Film Festival this week, it was made for the awards-hungry Netflix. Three years ago, Campion told Sherman at a Bondi cafe she wanted to adapt Thomas Savage’s 1967 novel The Power of the Dog. He and Canning immediately read it.

“Even before reading it, Iain and I knew that we wanted to work with Jane on the film because it sounded great but, more importantly, we’d back Jane on anything she wanted to do,” he says.

“We were hugely relieved reading the book to realise that this has the potential to be a bullseye. It just has a fantastic story with a compelling group of characters and it combines epic visual storytelling with a complex character psychodrama, a brilliant ending and an ability to cast amazing actors.”

They developed the script, cast Cumberbatch and Elisabeth Moss — subsequently replaced by Kirsten Dunst because of a clash with filming The Handmaid’s Tale — and created a bidding war at Cannes two years ago that Netflix won. Paul Dano was due to play the other brother before a scheduling clash with The Batman meant he was replaced by Plemons. Campion shot the film in New Zealand because of how well it could pass for Montana in 1925. It opens in cinemas on Thursday and lands on Netflix on December 1.

Sherman, who also co-hosts the social issues podcast Principle of Charity, says the company is looking to take more advantage of “the rising tide of content” for streaming services, making both films and series.

“Television is not what it used to be,” he says. “There is a world — and it’s just starting in Australia now, really — to back more distinctive bold voices at higher budget levels ... There are fantastic opportunities to keep the quality really high but broaden the number of shows for our broadcast partners and audiences.“

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Sinful Saturday - On Command - Jesse Custer x Fem!Reader

WOOF OKAY!!! This took a LONG time to get out but here it is!!! (a little late, I’m sorry, i needed to make sure it was edited and what not but wanted to put it out this weekend). The prompts for this were originally taken from Kinktober, but since I couldn’t get this piece finished for that, I decided to put it here!!! I hope you guys enjoy!! Please let me know what you think!

Sinful Saturday posts WILL have warnings at the top of them, so that everyone knows what’s going on and what they will be getting into. I wanna use these days for exploring and practicing some things, so I don’t want anyone getting surprised when they read it. Thank you!!

Warnings: 18+ for: Drug Mention, Alcohol, Edge Play, Force Orgasm, Mind Control, Unprotected Sex

Fandom: Preacher on AMC

Pairing: Jesse Custer x Fem!Reader

“So,” you asked late one evening as you washed the dishes that Jesse brought you. He arched an eyebrow after his second time bringing you a stack of plates, each one filthier than the last – an expected sight after a Sunday evening barbeque at the church. You cleared your throat when he set it down and went to grab the last stack. “That power of yours,” you murmured.

“What about it?” he asked when you trailed off. He set the dishes at your elbow, then stepped around you. His hand trailed over the swell of your hips and his fingers pressed into the curve at the top of your ass. He picked up the drying towel.

Your cheeks warmed. It wasn’t the first of Jesse Custer’s lingering touches, and it wouldn’t be the last, especially not if you could get out the request on the tip of your tongue. You’d confessed it to Cassidy one night while the two of you drank, and he had insisted that you bring it up to the Preacher.

“Betcha some nice smack that he’d go for it,” said the vampire after taking a long swig from his coolant concoction. You choked on your mouthful of whiskey, coughing as it struggled to go down the right way. “If I’m right!” continued Cassidy as he leaned towards you, “You have to get me some.”

“No!” you protested.

“Spoil sport,” he grumbled.

Jesse nudged your shoulder and whispered your name. You hummed when you looked up. “Where’d ya go?” he gently asked. He’d lit a cigarette sometime during your daze, had even pulled an ash tray out of one of the cupboards.

You clucked your tongue and gently pulled it from his lips. He let you. He didn’t say anything when the tips of your fingers brushed his mouth. If you were a betting man like Cassidy, you’d wager everything you had that he had actually leaned in so they would. “Just thinking,” you finally said as you snuffed it out.

“Gotta be mighty important if it’s got you so occupied,” he mused. His chin lifted and he stared down his nose at you – not in a superior way, no, but in an inquiring way, in a way that made your face heat even more. “Or is it someone?” he teased.

You gasped out a laugh and focused on rinsing the dishes but didn’t say anything. It was stuck there, clinging to the tip of your tongue.

“It is, ain’t it?” he drawled, “Someone?” He shifted next to you, his hip pressing against yours as he took the next dish from you.

“Someone,” you managed to confess. You licked your lips. Sweat prickled over your brow and along your upper lip as the nerves rolled through you. “Yes,” you added while nodding.

“Who?” he asked.

And there it was. The Word. The Voice. It didn’t sound any different coming out of his mouth, nor did it ring any different when it entered your ears. But there it was. The Word. Genesis. The Gift from God. It didn’t open your mouth, but it lifted your eyes from the soap that covered your hands to his sweltering gaze and the smug little smirk that tugged up the corner of his lips. It was an answer to his question, and that seemed to satisfy the Word.

You dried your hands with the damp towel by your arm. Clearing your throat, you asked, “What all did Cassidy tell you?”

“Cass didn’t tell me a damn thing,” Jesse stated as he set the plate aside. His boots were loud as he shifted again and leaned on the sink, so close you could smell the afternoon sweat and dirt on him. He twirled a finger towards the room. “High ceilin’s, late nights, that desert silence,” he let out a slow sigh that almost tried your patience, “Not a great combination for keepin’ secrets, you know?”

“Bullshit,” you huffed.

His smirk grew into a sly grin and he shrugged. “I was up, getting’ a beer, heard the whole thing,” he confessed. Then, he sucked on his teeth, and that smolder returned to his eye. “Swearin’ in a church, now I think that’s a sin.”

You snorted. “Pot,” you said, flicking water at him, “Kettle.”

He laughed.

You handed him another plate.

He added it to the stack without drying it. “You know somethin’?” he asked. You hummed as you tried to focus on the dishes. They needed to be done, after all, or they’d start to stink come the morning. “Never took you for someone who liked to be told what to do,” he mused. The sweat formed a thick drop at your temple and rolled down your jaw. “Stop.”

(The fucking Word.)

Your hands froze. Your breath caught in your chest as another kind of heat bloomed in your face, the kind that melted down your throat and rolled like a summer heatwave right down to your thighs.

Jesse leaned his elbow on the counter and watched you. His eyes trailed from your lips, which you rolled together, to your chest that rose in deep and anxious breaths, and down to the subtle movement of your legs as you pressed them together.

He hadn’t done a damn thing to you, and yet you felt your underwear stick as they grew more and more wet the longer he stared and the longer he waited.

You knew it was coming when his eyebrow arched and the Word said, “Sit on the counter.”

You did, and you fidgeted with the button of your shorts, especially when Jesse splayed his fingers over your knees and pushed them apart. He moved slowly, mirroring the progress of his body between your legs with his hands along your thighs, until he pushed his fingers beneath the hem of your shorts and yanked you flush against him. Your fumbling hands fell from your half-undone zipper to brace against his stomach.

“Don’t think I said you could do that,” he whispered.

“You didn’t say that I couldn’t,” you replied just as softly. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. You hesitantly turned your hands down, let them slip over the front of his jeans and down to the hard bulge of his cock.

Jesse grabbed a fist full of your shorts and stepped back, yanking them and the panties beneath them down to your knees in one jerk. You gasped and gripped the counter with a breathless, “Fuck!”

Once he pulled them over your shoes, he tossed them over his shoulder. He stepped back to you, gripped your thighs so tight that it hurt, pulled them high around his waist until you were tipping back. You reached for him, had your fingers combing through his hair when his mouth opened and the Word said, “Don’t touch me.”

Your hands slapped against the counter; elbows locked to keep you upright. You clenched your jaw. “That’s not fair,” you complained.

Jesse released one of your thighs. He hummed as he toyed with a button on your shirt, taking his time with popping it open, as well as the next, and the next, until the hem of your bra peeked through the gap, then the front clasp. He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t remember sayin’ this would be fair,” he murmured. He leaned forward to press a slow, opened mouth kiss against the swell of your breast, while his hand wandered back down. His fingers were warm. It felt good when he slid them over your clit, down through your folds, and back, smearing the liquid that had built up. He groaned against your skin, “Just look at you.” He leaned away from you, watching how easily his fingers pushed into you, how you pressed a foot against the counter to push your cunt into his hand.

You clawed at the counter. Jesse was certainly taking his time in pumping his fingers, rolling his thumb as slow as possible over your clit, all with a grin that slowly grew the more you squirmed in his palm. You shifted your weight, pressing your shoulders back against the cabinet, then made quick work of the rest of your buttons. You looped the sleeves around your hands. Pushing away from the cabinets, you slung the shirt around the back of his neck and tugged him to you, crushing his mouth against yours.

His fingers dug into your thigh, pulling it further up his side.

You rocked your hips into his hand, looking for more friction, more movement, more something that would break the tension building in your body.

He complied by pulling his fingers free from the taut muscles of your pussy and setting an almost intolerable pace against your clit. You couldn’t describe the noise that rumbled up your throat – something like a moan, and something primal – but whatever it was snapped Jesse from his surprise as he suddenly yanked the shirt from behind his neck and broke the sloppy kiss. You tried to follow him. The Word – fucking Genesis and fucking Jesse with his fucking command – stopped you a hairs width from his collar.

“Now,” Jesse panted as he tossed the shirt away, “That’s cheatin’.”

“I didn’t touch you,” you whined.

“You did,” he replied. He completed one more quick circle with your clit, then flicked his fingers up and away from it, stepping out of reach. “Touch yourself,” he said with all the power of God.

You pushed yourself back until you hit the cabinets. You fought the urge that tugged at your muscles – going so far as to grip the cabinet knob next to your head – as you slowly pushed two fingers into your mouth. You let your mouth drop open as you dragged them out, pushing you tongue between the two digits. A small droplet of saliva clung to the swell of your bottom lip when you pulled them free and dropped them to your clit.

Jesse watched every movement like a predator. He wasn’t nearly as slow or as teasing with his fingers as you had been – no, he sucked off the juice that coated his skin the moment he stopped talking, groaning at the taste of you in his mouth. He made a point to remove his collar as he did, tossing it gently on the counter – or was it the nearby table? – so that it wouldn’t get lost or damaged. His mouth made a pop when he pulled his fingers free.

(A sound that made you gasp a bit, made you bite your lip while you slowly traced the letters of his name against your clit.)

He tugged the shirt out from the top of his pants, unbuttoned it, shrugged it off. It landed somewhere with your clothes on the floor. Then he finally stepped closer. He hovered just beyond your knees as he undid his belt.

You swallowed, watching his fingers as intently as he watched yours – he watched the way you stroked your entrance, barely pushed your fingers inside, then trailed them up again between your lips and around your clit; you watched him drag his belt through the buckle, tug on it until the silver latch gave, then pull it clean out until it dangled by his fly. Fuck, you thought it would be burst open with how hard he was.

“Look at me,” he whispered, devoid of power and full of need. You hesitated; his fingers popped open the button of his jeans. His other hand slapped the cabinet next to your head. You jumped and your eyes snapped to his face. Your ears strained for the sound of him opening the zipper but couldn’t hear a thing beneath your own ragged breaths. “Good girl,” he rasped. His rough fingers covered yours, pushed your fingers into your pussy as far as you could reach. He dipped his head closer to yours. “It’s the quiet ones that surprise you, ain’t it?” he said into your ear. His lips brushed over your lobe. He guided your fingers in lazy thrusts that faintly squelched and groaned. You whined in response. “Like this. Never thought I’d get ya like this.” His tongue lapped at your pulse. He latched onto the spot with his mouth.

“Jesse!” you gasped. You twisted your hand around the knob. He sucked on your neck and grazed your skin with his teeth and moaned a faint response. You coaxed his fingers to a faster pace. Your face burned. “Jesse, you’re gonna leave a mark!”

He pulled away with a lewd pop. His thumb brushed the spot. “’s the point,” he replied. He braced his hand besides your head and watched your face. “Are you gettin’ close?” he asked. His eyebrow quirked up. “Feels like ya’re.” He bit his lip as he stretched his fingers further past your own. “Makin’ an awful mess, too,” he pointed out. You thumped your head against the cabinet. “Tell me,” said the voice that made the stars.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, then whimpered a gentle, “Fuck, I’m almost there.”

“Oh, are you?” His forehead knocked gently against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut. “Look at me,” he breathed. You did. His fingers wrapped around your hand and pulled it from your weeping cunt. You opened your mouth to protest, to shout and scream and call him a bastard, but he sealed your lips shut with his own and shoved his tongue past your teeth. He brought your wet hand to his hair, then gripped your hips and tugged you to him. His swollen cock slipped against your pussy.

You whined, a sound that was swallowed by Jesse’s savage kiss. You’d never realized how big he was – you had imagined his cock once, maybe twice, but you’d never given too much thought to the size. He was thick, spreading your soaked lips with every teasing rock of his hips. Your legs trembled at the thought of him inside you. You tangled your fingers in his hair.

When he spoke next, it was against your mouth, so close that you thought you could feel the power of the Word when he said, “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you obediently said.

His hand wedged between your bodies. He rubbed the wet tip of his cock against your clit. “Say you want me to fuck you,” Genesis demanded. Jesse planted sloppy kisses over the column of your throat.

“I want you to fuck me,” you panted. You trailed your fingers down the back of his neck.

He lined himself up with your entrance. His head already stretched you and gave you an idea of what to expect. You whimpered out his name. He straightened, pulling his wandering mouth away from your chest with a smirk you hadn’t seen on his face before. “Beg for it,” he whispered. The Word whispered, “Beg for it.” Hell, the entire fucking universe whispered, “Beg for it.”

You sobbed, “Jesse please!” The tread of your shoe caught on his jeans as you tried to pull him closer to you, tugging them down over his ass. “Please, Jesse, fuck me!” Your voice cracked. “Please, I need it, I need you, I—” He gripped your thighs and snapped your hips against his, stuffing you full and stretching you wide. You dropped your head back with a echoing wail, “Fuck!”

Jesse balanced you on the counter’s edge. His belt jingled as it tapped the lower cabinets. He pushed your legs further apart and smoothed his palms over your inner thighs. “You kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours?” he teased.

You started to retort – because how dare he make such a comment – when he gave his first thrust, jolting you back with the force. You squealed. Pulling yourself closer, you looped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your face tight against them. It muffled your loud cries that cracked and pitched with every thrust of Jesse’s hips.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear. His breath puffed hot in your hair, adding to the sweat that coated your neck. “You’re takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good,” he groaned. You whole body tensed at the lewd compliment, making your walls squeeze around him. It drew out a deep groan and a long, “Fuuuck!” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw, and shrugged his shoulder to turn your head towards him for a messy, open mouthed kiss, one you eagerly returned. His hands left your thighs and flew to your knees, sliding under them until your legs were hooked in his elbows.

Your body shifted with the new position, ass slipping across the slick juice that cover the counter beneath it, and you slapped your hands on the counter to keep from tipping backwards into the cabinets. Jesse’s thrusts faltered for a moment when your mouth fell away from his. His eyes were wide, his face flushed. He slid his hands down to your hips to balance you. “Don’t stop?” you whined, “I’m fine!”

“Sure?” he asked. His hands gripped the counter edge instead.

You adjusted your weight a second time and rolled your body up, bucking your hips against his, completing the thrust he had paused. “Yes!” you moaned. He hissed and resumed his pace. “Just don’t let me fall off the counter,” you added between strangled whines.

He hiked a leg up over his shoulder and kissed your calf. “Never,” he promised. He bit the spot when you bucked your hips up again. Genesis crept up his throat as he said, “Come for me.”

And you obeyed; the tension in your body snapped like a dry twig. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the startled mewl that tumbled out and felt how hot your face was.

Jesse was no better – his face was warm against your leg and the guttural groan that he buried in your calf was enough to make you wet all over again. His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew frantic. “God-fuckin’-dammit,” was his muffled cry. Then, shortly after, came the Voice, “Come for me.”

Tear sprung to your eyes as your second orgasm broke. Your whole body was on fire. Your skin tingled at his touch as he slid his hand over your hip and down your pelvis, his thumb finding your clit with ease. You sobbed into your palm. It had never felt so sensitive before!

Jesse’s other hand smacked the upper cabinets. The spread of your legs and the angle of your hips made you breathless. You patted around above your head, your pants and moans and faint hiccups no longer muffled, until you found his hand. He pinned yours beneath his, squeezed it tight. His hips slowed while his thumb moved faster, until you were clamping around him a third time. Then his pace lost a rhythm, and he pushed through your orgasm until he was coming himself, the head of his cock just barely past your entrance as his cum pumped into you.

Your legs trembled and went limp over his arms.

Jesse released a hard huff as he watched the cum drip down your pussy. You squeezed his hand. He only gave a distracted hum. You gave it another moment before you sat straighter, tilting your head to press a hesitant and chaste kiss to his lips. His free hand cupped your cheek. He brushed his nose along yours when you pulled away.

“Can you help me down?” you murmured.

You felt him smile. “Maybe,” he answered just as softly.

“Why maybe?” you asked.

“Dunno if I have the strength,” he replied. You grinned. He pulled your entwined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to each of your fingers. “Lemme get a clean washcloth, get you cleaned up,” he said when he was done.

“Then we can finish the dishes,” you added.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“You heard me.”