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Desperately

Maverick was packing again. It seemed like his life had become an endless stream of packing. Packing to move to another foster family, packing to join the Navy, packing the rest of his best friend's belongings so his grieving wife didn't have to. Maverick had seen more carton boxes in his days than welcoming homes. At least now, all he had left to pack was his locker in the changing rooms.

It wasn't much. A spare towel, some underwear, a forgotten white t-shirt, and toiletries. Maverick had it packed up and ready to go within minutes, and yet, he couldn't find it within himself to leave. His locker stared back at him, empty like he was on the inside.

Everyone's telling him to get over it, thinking he can fly a plane like the jetwash never happened. Viper, Charlie, and even Carole, all told him the same thing. That he needs to let go, how Goose would've kept flying if it was Maverick who died in the accident.

They were right, of course. Maverick knew somewhere deep in his soul that Goose would've kept going. But things were different with Goose. He would've had to keep flying no matter what, he had a family to support, a family waiting for him at home. Things Maverick didn't have.

It didn't matter if Goose would've flown without him because it didn't change the fact that he was dead.

Maverick checked his locker again. Nothing was left in it, and yet he went about cleaning it as if expecting another towel to pop up. Packing was something Maverick knew like the back of his hand. It was simple, methodical like a game of Tetris. Rearranging his bag helped him forget going through Goose's belongings. It helped him forget the tears in Carole's eyes and the confused ones in Bradley's.

The kid would never see his father again and it was all Maverick's fault. He didn't deserve to keep flying, not when he'd robbed a child of his father. Quitting was the only thing right thing to do, there was nothing left for him at Top Gun.

"Mitchell."

If he'd heard Iceman come in he probably would've left. He didn't turn around, because if he looked Iceman in the eyes he was afraid he might crumble. The last thing Maverick needed was to be told again to get back up on the horse.

"I'm sorry about Goose," Iceman said, "Everybody liked him."

His tone was something Maverick hadn't expected at all. Tight and restrained, like Iceman didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry."

Iceman turned to leave, but he only made it a few steps before Maverick stopped him. He wasn’t sure exactly when he moved, one minute he was in front of his locker and the next he was clutching onto Iceman’s wrist. Everyone had given Maverick the obligatory condolences, a simple ‘sorry’ and a pat on the back before continuing to the next hop. 

Iceman, however, he… He seemed to mean it, he wasn’t telling Maverick what to do. Ice had known Goose from the academy, a constant among his peers even if they weren’t close friends. Something inside of Maverick snapped from hearing Iceman’s words. 

Flying by the seat of his pants like he always did, Maverick leaned up and pulled Iceman down for a burning kiss. He felt Iceman tense up and for a moment he was afraid Iceman would shove him away, except he didn't.

They shouldn’t be doing this. Someone could walk in at any minute but Maverick didn’t care. He was quitting anyways, he could indulge in the one thing he had wanted since the O’Club. 

Iceman cradled his face, slender fingers cupping Maverick’s neck, and the next second he was pushed up against the lockers. 

It wasn’t the most elegant kiss, in fact, there was nothing elegant about it at all. It was lips sliding against lips in a demanding fervor. The way Iceman kissed was the very opposite of what had earned him his callsign, nothing but warm, raw, emotion.

Emotions that begged Maverick to stay.

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What Is Commercial Jetwashing, And How Does It Work - Nationwide Property Clean

The chances are that you will have almost certainly heard of commercial jetwashing, and it is very much what it sounds like: a process by which a jet system is used to clean any of a range of surfaces. 

Indeed, jetwashing can be provided as a service for both residential and commercial premises. But to keep things simple, let’s focus on premises in the second category for a moment. 

Business sites can quickly become dirty, which can lead to a range of issues 

As a business owner or someone with responsibility for managing a commercial site, the chances are that you will spend a lot of your time and energy focused on your core business. This could mean that, over time, the external areas of your commercial site you are responsible for gradually accumulate dirt, debris, and staining. 

That’s not a great thing when you will be looking to make a positive impression – for example, on potential or current customers or clients who might visit your brick-and-mortar premises. 

Furthermore, such a situation can rapidly present some major health and safety issues. If, for instance, there are wooden surfaces at your commercial site, moss and algae could develop, and lead to the surface becoming slippery. 

And even if you do have some time occasionally to get on your hands and knees and carry out some cleaning of your premises (or to arrange for someone else to do it), such traditional and manual cleaning techniques might not do much to get rid of the most stubborn stains. And the use of certain chemicals in these processes could also be harmful to the environment. 

So, commercial jetwashing might sometimes be needed – but what does it involve? 

The principle behind jetwashing is simple enough: it draws upon the power of water to literally blast dirt and debris off a surface that manually applied soap and chemicals might not be able to clean effectively on their own. 

A commercial jetwashing service involves the use of specialised jetwashing equipment to deliver a narrow, high-pressure jet of water, hitting the targeted surface with an immense amount of kinetic energy. Such a combination of speed and power knocks the dust and dirt off the given building, thereby thoroughly cleaning the surface. 

It might sound so simple – a literal “point and squirt” exercise – that you may wonder whether you could just do it yourself, instead of having to hire a professional. 

However, for quite a few reasons, that might not be a great idea. 

Commercial jetwashing may sound straightforward enough, but it entails the use of specialised equipment, and presents certain health and safety issues. As we touched on above, health and safety concerns might have been part of your motivation for looking into a commercial jetwashing service in the first place. So, you will hardly want to make a decision that puts anyone at avoidable risk. 

By contrast, here at Nationwide Property Clean, we can take those risks off your hands, through our use of only suitably trained, knowledgeable, and dedicated operatives. Our professionals know all the procedures that need to be followed in order to carry out a safe and thorough jetwashing operation, and our service includes the necessary risk assessments and method statements. 

Request a quote now for well-priced and effective commercial jetwashing 

When you have your own property professionally jetwashed by Nationwide Property Clean, you are likely to be stunned by how utterly clean your buildings look; you might wonder whether you’re even looking at the same premises. 

To learn more about what the complete commercial jetwashing service can consist of, and what great value it can be, please don’t hesitate to enquire to the Nationwide team today for a quote. 

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BAJAJ PULSAR 150 SINGLE DISC PRICE IN BANGLADESH

Jet cleaning one's bike is an extremely controversial topic for some riders. There's no rejecting that if you route the nozzle to delicate parts of your bike, the damage might result - especially if the jetwash is on one of the most effective setting!

Several bike proprietors worry that jet cleaning can leak water into the electrics - a legitimate concern, but once more, absolutely nothing to bother with if you guide the nozzle in the ideal places.

Sticker labels and decals may likewise be harmed if you aim the nozzle in their direction.

However, for aluminum swing arms or rear wheels, the jetwash can be a quick and very efficient way to eliminate caked-on filth and grime.

Plated aluminum, bare aluminum and chrome

It is essential to understand that anodized aluminum, bare aluminum and chrome each require to be cleansed in various manners.

Your motorbike's handbook will tell you just how to cleanse your maker properly. Prior to acquiring any type of cleansing products, review the directions thoroughly as well as guarantee they tally with the handbook's suggestions.

It's entirely feasible to invest a number of hrs cleaning one's equipment - specifically if you desire it to appear like a program bike - but for most people, this is simply not realistic. Making use of a jet laundry for sure parts of the bike can accelerate the procedure for active modern-day bikers.

If unsure, stay clear of using jet-washing equipment and choose cozy soapy water and a fabric.

Other cleansing top pointers:

Never ever cleanse your bike when the engine is warm, given that you might get shed.

Tidy your bike in color. Some contaminants - like mineral deposits - are more hazardous when cozy and trickier to remove. Preferably, tidy your bike after it has completely cooled down.

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Resin Driveways Are Easy To Maintain And Have Great Drainage

Resin driveways are very easy to maintain and have great drainage. However, there are a few maintenance tasks that you should perform to ensure that they remain beautiful and weed-free. You should power wash your driveway at least once a year with a jet wash or pressure washer. You should also use a mild detergent to remove surface debris. Unlike asphalt driveways, resin driveways do not have puddles.

Resin driveways have great drainage

Resin driveways are a great option if you have a sloped driveway. The resulting surface is highly permeable, so there is very little chance of standing water forming. They also have a low maintenance requirement. If you're considering a resin driveway for your home, you should seek the help of an experienced contractor to get the best job done.

Resin driveways have great drainage and are very easy to maintain. These driveways are easy to clean and offer a smooth finish. They are water resistant and will last for a decade. Resin driveways can be laid over an existing surface, and the whole process can take as little as a day or a week.

Another benefit of resin driveways is that they are environmentally friendly. Unlike traditional paving, they don't cause run off or flash floods. They are also SuDS-compliant, meaning that they allow the soil underneath to breathe. They also don't hold onto heat like concrete, so your driveway will stay cool even during hot days.

They are easy to maintain

A resin driveway is easy to maintain and can withstand heavy traffic for years. However, it does need some regular power cleaning. For this, you can use a jet wash or pressure washer, along with a mild detergent. This will help you remove surface debris and ensure the longevity of your resin driveway. Because resin is a permeable material, your resin driveway should not develop puddles.

Compared to traditional block paving, resin driveways have a low maintenance cost. They are easy to clean, easy to maintain, and completely weed resistant. They are also much easier to maintain than other types of block paving. A hard bristle broom or jetwash can remove any weeds.

Another major benefit of resin driveways is that they are durable. Depending on the installation and design, they can last as long as 15 years or more. The reason they are so durable is because they are designed so that the final weight of your vehicle won't damage the surface.

They can be ruined by weeds and algae

Unfortunately, weeds and algae can grow on resin driveways. They may not be visible to the naked eye, but they can cause a slippery surface that can cause slips.

To remove these growths, use bleach mixed with five gallons of warm water. This solution should be applied to the driveway with a garden sprayer.

Resin driveways are not weed-proof, but you can treat them with a strong weed killer to prevent weeds from growing. However, this may cause the surface of the driveway to become discoloured. It is also possible for moss and algae to grow on resin driveways, especially if the weather is favourable.

Weeds and algae are not always the fault of resin driveways, though. They grow in damp and shady areas, so cutting back your shrubbery and foliage can help prevent weed growth. Another solution is to use a light pressure washer to clean away weeds. Tire marks can also appear on resin bound driveways. You can remove these by hand or by using a weed killer. Be sure to dilute the solution significantly as strong chemicals can damage the resin surface.

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Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 3 — Both

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 6400 Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, threesome, creampie(s) Chapter: 3/3 Read Previous Minors DNI

Pete returned home some hours later to find you in a very… festive scarf. Unfortunately for Goose, who had opted to stay with you until Pete arrived, it had done little to hide the hickeys littering your neck. That had been an interesting night.

Little did any of you know that hickeys, unseasonal scarves, and the Iceman would be the least of your worries in the coming days.

A hop gone wrong had you and Carole scrambling to get to the hospital.

They were alive, but it had been a close thing.

Pete was released that same day after a thorough evaluation. Goose was still unconscious. As tears leaked from his eyes, you knew that your brother was blaming himself, but there was little he could’ve done to avoid flying through Ice’s jetwash — Viper had stopped by the hospital to say as much.

You spent one, then two days in the hospital. Classes continued — fly long enough and it happens, they said, but Pete wasn’t ready to go up again. Not without Goose. And on the third day, like a miracle, Goose’s eyes blinked open. “Holy shit.” His voice was scratchy from disuse.

Carole sat upright at his side. “Nick?”

“Mav, where’s my camera?” Goose croaked, ignoring his wife. “There’s an angel by my bed. The guys ‘ll never believe it if I don’t take a picture.” When a nurse entered the room, relieved tears were tracking down a laughing Carole’s face, Bradley smiling in his Uncle Mav’s arms.

On the fourth day, Goose encouraged Pete to return to class because “You can’t let Ice and that big oaf run away with our trophy. They’ll never let us live it down.” Pete had reluctantly agreed when Goose gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll do great.”

Pete smiled. “Thanks, dear.”

So the summer continued: hot days spent on the tarmac and by Goose’s side. And then, graduation was just a day away. Goose, unfortunately, wouldn’t be able to attend, but he had enough points to graduate, and Pete planned on going for both of them. You, Pete knew, would be in the audience, and there lay his current predicament:

Iceman.

Well, more accurately: Slider. After he’d returned home from his date with Charlie, Pete got an eyeful of hickeys and Goose’s side of the story. Namely, everything had been fine until Kerner opened his big mouth and burrowed beneath Goose’s skin so that Ice could steal you away.

If Pete had any hopes of keeping you and Ice separated after the commencement ceremony, he needed Slider.

* * *

Classes wrap and Slider is cleaning out his locker when he becomes acutely aware that he's one of two people left in the room. And even though Mitchell's back is to him, years of training and locker room antics mean that Slider knows when he's being watched. But the silence grows long and goes stale to the point that he's almost convinced that Maverick isn't going to say anything — which is a surprise because Maverick always has something to say.

"Kerner."

There it is.

"Mitchell."

"Congrats on the trophy." It must be killing Maverick to say it, and Slider smiles because, yeah, the trophy is his. It feels fucking good. But that's not what Maverick stuck around to say. It isn’t what he’s after.

Slider doesn’t want to drag this out longer than it has to be, so he gets to the point. "What do you want?"

The question hangs while Maverick takes a second to think before speaking — and isn’t that a scary thought? — when he finally spits out: “I have a proposition for you.”

"I don't swing that way."

"What? No." And Maverick spins to shoot Slider a dirty look. "I want your help keeping Ice away from my sister. At graduation."

"Why me?" The million-dollar question, though Maverick doesn't realize it.

"If you're helping me, you aren't helping him," Maverick says like it should be obvious. And, okay, yeah, that’s fair.

"What makes you so sure I'll help you?" Slider can’t tamp down the Cheshire grin at the way Maverick squirms. But besides being his pilot, Ice is his friend, and… well, they aren’t putting labels on whatever this thing is with Mitchell’s sister. "Besides, I think he's earned a little celebration." Hadn't they both? From the look on Maverick’s face, Slider would say his answer is ‘no.’

"I can pay you."

“No, you can’t.” Because even if Mav did have money, which Slider’s sure he doesn’t, his price would be too high. The trophy and a fuck? Pete Mitchell would have to be the richest man alive.

“I heard the guys say you got yourself a girl.” It’s a reach at best, but it shocks Slider into silence. Briefly, he wonders if someone had, in fact, seen the two of you in or on his car. But if that were the case, he doubts Maverick would be talking with him now. “She coming to the ceremony?” Maverick tries as Slider collects himself, trying to come off cool and collected like Ice always manages to.

“She hasn’t decided yet.” A lie. You’ll be there. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Hadn’t let Maverick and Goose come to Fightertown without you in the first place.

Maverick smiles as if he’s got an idea. An in. “If you help me out,” he says, “you can borrow my bike.”

“Why would I—”

“Ladies love it,” Maverick insists, and Slider ignores him in favor of clearing out his locker. “Even you’d look good on a bike, Kerner,” Maverick tries again. “Everyone does.”

“Hey.”

“Think about it,” Maverick’s voice drops as he sets the scene. “She’s clinging to you as you speed down the road. Wind in your hair. Her arms wrapped around your waist. Tight body pressed all up against your back. And the adrenaline rush—” Mav’s eyebrows raise as if he’s remembering something fondly or really trying to sell the idea “—makes for amazing sex.”

Slider can’t help the smug grin that overtakes him — ice-cold, no mistakes was never his schtick. “Is that right?”

Mav’s smiling too, his head nodding lightly like they’re on the same wavelength. And maybe they are because Slider’s thinking about it. “Mind-blowing.”

Well, if Mav insists. “Alright.”

“So you’ll do it?” Maverick seems almost surprised that it’s worked. Like he hadn’t imagined Slider was, in fact, a man who could be reasoned with.

“Yeah,” Slider confirms, zipping up his bag and knocking his locker shut one last time. “Don’t make me regret this.” He wouldn’t.

* * *

“Gentlemen,” Viper says from the podium with a proud smile. “You came here the best of the best. We made you better.” You sit near the front of the audience, smiling and clapping with everyone else as the speeches finish, and the Top Gun trophy is presented to Lt. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Lt. Ron “Slider” Kerner. The new nameplate shines brighter than the others, but maybe you’re biased.

As soon as you can, you’re up from your seat. You go to Pete first; give him a hug and a heartfelt congratulations. Then, when he’s distracted by another graduate asking after Goose, you slip away. You’ve successfully snuck up on Ice’s six and are seconds from giving him a congratulatory kiss when Slider moves to intercept. Time freezes for a moment, and you’re worried that Slider intends to kiss you in front of this crowd — Top Gun trophy still in the hands of the man most of his class knows you to be with. When the moment passes, however, that worry twists into deep-seated confusion.

Ice frowns. “What gives?” Because he’s never known Slider to be a cock-block.

“I’ve got orders.”

“From?” And you can see Pete smirking into his drink as Ice all but demands an answer.

“Mitchell.” You and Ice look at Slider as if he’s grown a second head. “With Mother Goose still in the hospital, he needed some help keeping the Iceman away from his baby sister.”

“And you accepted?” Ice’s jaw clenches.

“Deal’s a deal.” Ice scowls, the look wholly out of place considering the trophy still in his grasp.

“What did he offer you?” you can’t help but ask.

“Not important.” Somehow you doubt that.

The rest of the graduation party is… well, not what you’d expected or hoped for. For one, you’re still there. Every time you try to get close to Ice, either Slider or Pete gets in your way. And this is worse than Pete and Goose because Slider is intimately aware of all your evasion maneuvers — he’d helped you come up with a good number of them.

You’re positive you’re going to scream when Viper swoops in with actual orders. Jester hands envelopes to Ice, Slider, Hollywood, and Wolfman. And Pete.

Before anyone can stop you, you wrap Ice in a hug. You throw your arms around Slider next, then Pete, who can’t be mad when you’re squeezing him like this might be the last time you get to. The “be safe” you whisper into his ear means more after Goose’s accident, but you don’t have time to talk about it before they’re all whisked away.

* * *

Maverick doesn’t want to give Slider his bike when they return to Fightertown. Says he’d barely had to work for it since they’d left the graduation party early.

“A deal’s a deal, Mav,” Slider says, but it’s gentler than it would’ve been a week ago. Mav and Ice are wingmen now, so Slider’s trying to be nice. Not too nice. Not I’ll-stop-fucking-your-sister nice — and Slider supposes that’s the one that counts the most — but nice-nice.

It’s a start.

You’d received no fewer than three phone calls, so you’re not surprised to hear the motorcycle roll up to the curb. What does surprise you is Slider at your door with Pete’s keys in his hand.

“Come on,” he says as he gathers you in his arms until you can feel the solid ba-dum of his heart on your cheek. “We’re going for a ride.”

It feels strange climbing onto Pete’s Kawasaki behind Slider, but as the engine roars to life and you wrap your arms around his middle, you’re confident you’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Slider pulls over at a roadside diner. Ice is already inside, fingers drumming against a table in the corner and Academy ring glinting in the sun when Slider holds the door open for you. He beams when he sees you and makes room beside him at the booth. It seems only fitting to sit beside him since you’d been clinging to Slider moments ago.

The three of you catch up over food and a shared milkshake. Ice and Slider tell you what they can about the mission: the tight bunks, the awful food, the budding friendship with your brother. In exchange, you give them the latest on Goose’s progress in physical therapy. It’ll be a long road to recovery, but if anyone can do it, you know it’s Goose.

When you’re ready to leave, Slider wants to take you out for a spin — after all, he’s been assured that the ladies dig a man on a bike, and he wants to test that theory.

Slider would rather swallow glass or wait in line at the DMV than admit it out loud, but Mav’s right. The warm press of you along his back, small hands clutching at his waist as the engine hums between your thighs, is something else. Ice isn’t thrilled to see him climb onto the bike with you, both sans helmet, and insists on trailing behind the bike in case something goes wrong. It won’t, but whatever makes Ice feel better, Slider supposes.

And although his tailing had started as a protective compulsion, Ice quite likes the way you look wrapped around Slider — your hair a wind-tousled mess and jacket snapping in the wind.

It’s purely coincidence when you spot Charlie’s Porsche at a stoplight; its top down and a familiar head of cropped black-brown hair behind the wheel. At first, Pete offers Slider a cheeky grin, a friendly wave, and then — out of curiosity, you’re sure — his eyes slide to the back of his bike. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face, frozen when Pete’s eyes lock on you and almost bug out of his head, his smile dropping and face ashen with sudden realization. Slider’s laughter reverberates through your chest. The light chooses that moment to turn green, and Slider takes off.

Over your shoulder, Ice honks when Pete refuses to move, a smug smile on his lips as he zips after you.

When you return to Ice and Slider’s place, you rest your cheek in the space between Slider’s shoulder blades, your own shoulders shaking as your mirth bubbles over, and soon you’re shaking from the rush of it all.

Cat’s definitely out of the bag now.

Once the door is open, Slider gets to work. By the time Ice walks in, Slider already has your back against the wall, lips taking yours in a bruising kiss as adrenaline courses through your veins. His big hands slide beneath your shirt to cup you over your bra. Damn Mav, but he’s right. And, as your fingers catch in his shirt-back and pull him closer, Slider has zero intentions of letting you go anytime soon. Not when he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Definitely not when each slide of his tongue over yours teases cute noises from the back of your throat.

Ice must be thinking something similar because he’s quick to join you. His fingers find yours tangled in Slider’s shirt to help you lift it until the RIO has to break your kiss to take the offending garment off. It’s a mistake that Ice takes full advantage of, stealing your lips in a kiss of his own.

Hands resting on your hips, Ice guides you around until he’s the one leaning against the wall. He’d wrap an arm around your waist to tug you closer, but Slider is already plastering himself to your back, so Ice settles for a deep kiss and revels in the wanton noise it earns him.

Without the sweet distraction of a kiss, Slider works your jacket down your arms and into a heap on the floor. He takes your hands in his and leads one into his hair; the other he guides down until it’s slipping under the loose hem of Ice’s shirt. Ice jolts at the skin-to-skin contact and your answering moan gets lost between the slick slide of lips and tongues. Your teeth clack against Ice’s when Slider presses his hips into yours with a sinful grind that drags his cock against the swell of your ass as he finally sucks a mark into your neck — consequences be damned. But instead of pulling him away, the hand in Slider’s hair encourages him. You tilt your head to the side and re-slot your lips against Ice’s while giving Slider more room to work a deep bruise into smooth skin.

One of Ice’s hands cradles the back of your head, his lips working insistently against yours as your hand trails fire over his abs and up to his chest. Perfect teeth catch on your bottom lip and you break apart panting, but then Ice pulls you back for more greedy kisses. His other hand grabs one of your belt loops and uses it to pull your hips away from Slider’s so they’re flush with his own.

While Ice keeps your mouth occupied, Slider’s hands return to the thin material of your bra. He’s growing more impatient with each of your whimpers, the steady roll of Ice’s hips pushing your ass back against his erection which, to Slider’s exasperation, is still trapped uncomfortably beneath the rough denim of his pants. With a barely-there nip that erupts goosebumps across your shoulders, Slider rucks your shirt up until it’s bunched beneath your arm, but Ice refuses to stop kissing you — whether because he’s a greedy bastard or because he’s skeptical that Slider will steal your lips away the way Ice had was anyone’s guess.

The sharp rip of tearing fabric wrenches your lips from Ice faster than anything else Slider could’ve thought up, your nipples pebbling as cold air assaults your heated skin. “Hey!” you scold as the fabric falls limp to the floor.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Slider promises as he unhooks your bra with deft fingers and grabs your chin to pull you in, licking at your lips before taking them in another harsh kiss. You let yourself be turned from Ice to chase the feeling of Slider’s lips claiming yours. Behind you, Ice flings your bra to the side and hastily removes his own shirt.

Slider may be driving, what with the way he has both you and Ice trapped against the wall, but Ice is far from passive. The two join forces in an all-out assault on you from both sides. Hands bumping as they knead and tease and take you apart piece by delicious piece. Teeth scraping against your collarbone. Your nipples pebbling between calloused fingers. Chests heaving. Lips smacking. The sweet friction of denim dragging over denim as you all move together. Sighs, growls, and groans lost between teeth and tongues. The mixing taste of them on your tongue as they push and pull, give and take.

You shiver, moaning into Ice’s mouth as he plays with your tits. Not to be ignored, Slider shoves a hand down the front of your jeans, two fingers working deep into your dripping cunt. Then Slider’s fingers are gone, and before you can say something in protest, you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder. “Ron!” you giggle, another excited shout leaving you as one of Slider’s hands lands playfully on your ass and he turns to bite at your hip just above the line of your jeans as he moves the party to the bedroom.

Slider throws you onto the bed, and you bounce before settling tousled among the pillows. Your thighs fall open in a wanton display, and you crook a finger to reel Slider in until he’s licking a path from your open zipper and up to nibble at your jaw until he’s stretched over you. You moan at how he fits so snugly between your legs and his chest rubs against your own.

“How do you want to do this?” Ice asks, leaning against the doorframe, his arms flexing none-too-subtly when your eyes find him over Slider’s shoulder. He’s a sight to behold — cheeks a slight, breathless pink, arms crossed beneath his chest, belt buckle weighing down the open flap of his pants to reveal more smooth skin and the tented white of his briefs. You lose sight of him when Slider turns his head.

“You can take her mouth since you’ve been hogging it all night.” Slider kisses your cheek, his dark eyes on your as he crawls back down your body. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy for days.”

Ice crosses the room with unhurried steps, long fingers caressing your jaw. “Is that what you want?” he asks, thumb tracing your full bottom lip while Slider mouths at your hip bones. The RIO’s hands slowly pull your jeans and panties down to savor the moment. You bite your lip, briefly catching Ice’s thumb before he pulls it back. A flush of heat travels through you as Slider’s eyes meet your own and he presses a final kiss to your hip bones before he ventures lower.

When you nod, Ice pulls his cock free, eyes never leaving yours as he pumps himself lazily and kicks the rest of his clothes all the way off. Opposite him, Slider grips your leg behind the knee and raises it, revealing the diamond of your cunt. You keen, fingers threading through Slider’s hair and hips jerking as his tongue drags over your core. Lightly stubbled cheeks rub against your sensitive thighs and set them aflame as Slider’s eyes blow wide, his breath fanning over your clit before he gets to work.

Not to be forgotten, Ice’s fingers return to your jaw, light but with enough pressure to turn you back to him. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs as the bed dips to accommodate him. As he rubs the head across the seam of your lips, Slider pushes his tongue against your slick folds with a groan. You’re buzzing, jaw falling open with a sweet noise, and Ice gives into the temptation to tap his cock to your tongue before pulling back and smearing saliva and precum across your cheek.

Unprompted, you take the tip between your lips, tonguing at the slit to savor Ice’s taste before trying to work more of him into your mouth. Slider watches from between your thighs as Ice lets out a low groan, his hand falling into your hair as you work his cock in and out of your mouth. All the while, Slider’s tongue continues to fuck into you, a finger coming to rub spit and arousal into your clit until you’re trembling, hips seeking out the slick press. Slider slips a finger into you alongside his tongue, reveling in the way that Ice’s cock slips from between your lips as you unabashedly moan, thoroughly distracted from your current task.

Distantly, Slider thinks that the real surprise isn’t that Hollywood and Wolf had heard you; it’s that it took them so long.

Ice brings one of your hands up to fist around his cock, his eyes glued to Slider as he continues to wring more wanton cries from you.

Slider smacks his lips. “She tastes good.”

“Yeah?” Ice’s Adam’s apple bobs.

Slider takes another lick that’s purely for show, his chin covered in your juices. “Sweetest pussy there ever was.” Ice groans as he imagines it, cock twitching as he thrusts into your fist, and Slider ducks down to suck on your clit before he asks: “Want a taste?”

“Fuck yes.”

Slider stands back and practically rips his pants off while Ice takes his place between your thighs. Ice throws your legs over his shoulders before diving in and drinking his fill. He groans as the tang of your sex explodes across his tongue, your heels digging into his back. Slurps at your dripping cunt with a fervor that makes your back arch off the bed.

“Please,” you cry.

“What do you want, sweetheart,” Slider asks, suddenly at your side and taking one of your nipples into his hot mouth.

You whine, arching up into Slider and down against Ice’s face. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Well, when you ask so pretty.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Ice soothes. He scrambles up, already running the leaking tip of his cock through your spit-slick folds. “I’ll fuck you real good.”

Slider raises a brow. “Why do you get to fuck her first?”

“Because I’m here.”

For a moment, you’re worried they’re going to break into rock, paper, scissors. Slider looks ready to get up and do something about Ice taking advantage of his generosity — he’d said Ice could have your mouth, dammit. But before he does, or you can whine for someone to hurry up and fuck you already, Ice’s hand settles on the curve of your waist, and he pushes in. You groan. Slider drops back against the bed and rolls his eyes. He shouldn’t be surprised; Ice always gets what he wants.

As the jut of Ice’s hips settle against you, Slider takes your lips in another kiss, his hands kneading at your tits. It isn’t his first choice, but Slider can be content with this — swallowing your needy moans, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. Making up for the time he’s lost with your mouth to Ice’s greed.

Each rock of Ice’s hips causes your tits to jump the slightest bit within Slider’s large palms and against his tongue as he sucks on a perky bud and applies gentle pressure with his teeth. Before his lips find yours again, his hand trails up your chest and applies gentle pressure to your neck. You shiver, arching into the touch. Slider loves the dazed expression, the slack ‘o’ of your spit-glazed lips when you wear his hand like a necklace, and your eyes brim with rampant desire. He dives in to leave a mark just below your jaw, reveling in the way that you dig your nails into his hair and the way your head is thrown back, and the way you must be clenching around Ice from the strained “fuck” he hears coming from the foot of the bed.

Slider lets out his own punched-out “fuck” when your hand wraps around his cock and strokes. It’s uncoordinated with the way Ice is trying to take you apart and awkward due to the angle, but that’s more than fine. Slider needs something to take the edge off, and your touch is just that. He doesn’t want to finish in your hand. Not tonight.

You bring your lips to Slider’s and let him take the lead while Ice turns his attention to your legs. He lifts one up to his shoulder, and you hum into your kiss at the stretch. Progressively sloppier kisses are pressed from your ankle up your calf. Ice’s new angle has him sinking deeper into you, but he keeps his thrusts slow, the cadence so different from the one you’d had on the beach, but one that — if kept up — he knows will have your legs shaking, back arching, nails scratching. Especially if he keeps hitting that spot.

As it is, your cunt is clenching around him with each forward shove of his hips into yours. Squeezing around him as if to keep him inside of you. Milking him.

With a curse, Ice pulls out, and you break from Slider to whine at the sudden empty feeling. Ice gropes at your hip and offers it a pat before he’s encouraging you to roll over. As you move to accommodate the change in position, Slider grabs you, and you yelp as he manhandles you onto your knees.

“Hey,” Ice says.

Slider just turns you so you’re facing Ice and enters you with a harsh snap of his hips. “My turn.” You want to chastise them, tell them to play nice, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewl. Slider’s smile is haughty. “Still so tight even after Ice fucked you,” he groans as your walls suck him in. Your jaw falls slack, and a pleasured noise tumbles free into the night. When Slider has you screaming, one of his hands fists in your hair. “Come on,” he growls. “Open that pretty little mouth for Ice.” And you do, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip as you look up from beneath thick lashes.

Every time Slider’s hips crash into yours, you’re pushed further down Ice’s cock. Your taste is heavy on his skin, an intoxicating mixture of tang and his musk. Sweet. Salty. You suck more vigorously, hollowing your cheeks as your head swims. When Ice’s hips jerk forward and his cock tickles the back of your throat, you moan long and low. The vibration pulls a shiver from Ice, his fingers whispering across your flushed cheeks and attempting to card through your hair where Slider has it pulled tight.

When Slider nails your sweet spot, you pull off of Ice. “Ah, fuck!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Slider preens, releasing your hair to smack your ass. “Want you to let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He holds your hips still and grinds torturously into you when you don’t comply.

“God, Ron,” you gasp. “Don’t stop!”

“That’s it, baby,” Slider says. You bite your lip self-consciously, wanting to keep your pleasure from the ears of any passersby.

Ice thumbs your lip free of your teeth. Rubs over the indents left behind until you let out another pathetic whine. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. We want to hear you. Everyone already knows.”

Slider’s hips slam forward. “Now let them all know how good you feel.”

Ice catches you as your arms give out and lifts you up until you’re clutching his shoulders. You kiss him desperately as Slider picks up the pace, the clap of skin on skin filling the bedroom. Slider buries himself in your neck to leave another bruise as you cling to Ice. Your kisses are less lips and more teeth and tongues now, but you couldn’t care less. Ice’s palms caress your sides while Slider’s hands anchor themselves on your hips to pull you back against him with each increasingly desperate thrust. The kisses Ice gives you do little to shut you up at this point, to neither man’s disappointment. You’re stuck between them. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere you’d rather be when Ice’s hand leaves your side to play with your clit, delicately circles it as Slider continues to hammer into you.

In the end, that’s what does you in, your head thrown back against Slider’s shoulder as both men work together to take you apart.

Distantly, you’re aware of Slider’s grip tightening enough to bruise, the stutter of his hips, and the garbled curses as he presses tight between your quivering thighs and cums.

Gentle fingers turn your head to the side, and Slider captures your lips in a kiss. Simple. Passionate. His tongue rolls over yours as his hands smooth over your hip bones and down your thighs. He shakes as he soaks in the closeness, your highs still crashing through you.

He pulls you with him as he half lays back against the headboard, cum dribbling from your cunt as his spent cock slips free. You melt back against his broad chest and hum as you settle against him. Slider feels warm, and you still tingle everywhere he touches you.

The bed dips as Ice crawls forward until he’s knelt between your knees, his hands planted against the duvet on either side of Slider’s thighs. “You still up for round two?” Your pussy pulses at the thought, more of Slider’s cum trailing down the crack of your ass. Ice gathers the cum on his middle and ring finger and pushes it back into you with a wet squelch. You can’t help but clench around his long fingers, back arching when one of Slider’s hands presses flat against your lower abdomen and encourages more of his pearly essence to leak out around Ice’s fingers, both of them entranced by the sight.

“Words, baby,” Slider whispers breathless and sated against your ear. “You need him to fuck you?” Ice closes his eyes and groans, his cock twitching red and heavy where it leaks against your thigh. “Need Ice to fill up that pretty pussy?”

“She’s already so full.”

“I can take it.” Your legs circle Ice’s trim waist and drag him closer still. You feel hot as you imagine him spilling within you. Being so full of Ice and Slider both that you can’t possibly keep it all inside. “I want it.”

That’s all that Ice needs to hear. He wastes no time sinking into you right up to the hilt with a sinful groan. Trembles when you cry out, soft and exquisite, your eyes already blissed out but your cunt still so wet and needy, gripping him tight as if you were the one who hadn’t cum mere minutes ago.

Each rock drives you into Slider’s chest. Not to be left out, the RIO’s arms lazily snake around to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, his lips subdued but no less sizzling as they skim over the marks he left on you earlier.

Ice leans close, his glacial eyes dark and blown wide, lids at half-mast. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and worries at it until you gasp, releasing it with a slick pop. “Tom.” It’s not a scream like earlier, more a frantic, heady pant, your voice rough as it washes over Ice in all the right ways. It tingles low in his spine and raises goosebumps along his arms until his shoulders bunch with the feeling.

You arch up, away from Slider’s chest but into fingers clamped over your nipples as Ice’s rhythm falters. The wet clapping of your sex is loud between your ears compared to the heavy sighs and the continuous squeak of old bed springs.

Ice gulps. “You’re so sensitive.” It’s true. Every touch feels like fire. Like straight electricity. Like pleasedon’tletgodon’tstop! and Ice’s dentist won’t be pleased with how he’s clenching his jaw. Drawing in ragged breaths and grinding his teeth to make this last even the slightest bit longer. But you’re right there with him.

Slider’s calloused fingers tap against your clit, and you’re gone. A silent scream passes your lips as you pull tight like a bow and release, and Ice snaps with you.

The three of you lie together in a pile of sweaty limbs. Cum and arousal leak thickly down your thigh and onto the bed. Despite the mess, none of you are willing to move. This is the most comfortable you’ve been in weeks. Floating somewhere high above the bed. Ice is your blanket, and Slider your pillow. At least for a couple blissful minutes.

“Alright,” Slider says, nudging none too gently at Ice’s shoulder, “get off. You’re heavy.”

Instead of telling Slider to go fuck himself, Ice rolls his shoulders and peels himself off of you. He marvels at the mess they’ve made between your legs, then moves to get off the bed and start the shower.

The shower, it turns out, is a waste.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

* * *

After breakfast, Ice helps you into his car and drives you to the hospital while Slider wheels Pete’s bike to his housing assignment just a couple doors down. Ice pulls the car to a smooth stop right in front of the visitor’s entrance. He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, then leans up to place one on your forehead. You breathe him in — spearmint, sunscreen, aftershave.

“Will we see you tonight?” You shrug, resting your forehead against Ice’s shoulder as his hand gently massages the back of your neck. “I’m just a call away if you need me to pick you up.”

“I know,” you say, giving Ice a quick peck before opening the car door and stepping out.

As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly aware that you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes and one of Slider’s definitely-too-big-for-you shirts. But that doesn’t stop you from slipping into Goose’s room with a knock.

“Look who decided to show up.” Pete’s arms are crossed over his chest, brows furrowed in his patent big brother scowl, but Carole is smiling where she sits at her husband’s bedside, Bradley sitting on his lap. When you don’t say anything, Pete continues: “You didn’t come home last night.”

Goose turns to you, wide-eyed and head bobbing, before falling back against his stacked pillows. They must have already given him his post-PT drugs. “Wait, where were you, then?” Pete glares at his best friend; it takes a minute for Goose's drug-addled mind to catch up. “Oh.” Goose covers Bradley’s ears, then loudly whispers to his wife, “She was having sex with The Iceman.”

“Thank you, Goose,” Pete bites in frustrated exasperation while Carole giggles.

“He wouldn’t have found out if she wore the scarf I bought her,” Goose insists before turning back to you. “Did you show Carole the scarf?” Back to his wife. “It’s a great scarf, hun.” Great was a relative term. He’d bought it from a 7-Eleven.

Carole nods, Goose dopily nodding along with her. “I bet it is.”

“Can we talk about literally anything else?” Pete asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Eventually, you’ll have to accept that this is a thing, Pete,” you say. It comes out strong, but internally you’re a quivering mess. You love your brother, but you can’t live your life for him; you have to live it for yourself.

Pete sighs. “I know, it’s just… a lot.” And... yeah.

“I know,” you say. Because it is a lot, and that’s okay. It can be a lot. You just need him to be okay with it. Okay with you.

“It’s just…” Pete shakes his head. “Kerner? Really? Ice, I get, but Slider?” Your cheeks heat, but you refuse to look away even if you’re sure the floor looks incredibly interesting right about now.

“Oh my god,” Goose gasps. “Carole?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Did you know she was sleeping with Slider, too?”

Carole grins, shaking her head. “No.”

“Mav.”

Pete sighs. “What, Goose?”

“Did you know—”

“I’m the one who just told you.” You can’t help but smile at your brother’s displeasure.

“So when we were keeping her away from Ice… was she just off with Slider?”

Pete’s head whips from Goose to you, and this time you give into temptation and study the floor. “Well, we Mitchells aren’t exactly known for our good decisions, are we?” you mumble. Pete can’t help but laugh at that.

“No, we’re not.” And with that, some of the tension bleeds out of the room.

Until Goose bolts upright, almost knocking Bradley from his lap. “We’re at a hospital.” Everyone gives Goose a confused look. He’s known he’s been at the hospital since he woke up — had the doctors switched up his meds? But Goose is staring intently at you now. “Do you need to take a pregnancy test? The nurses gave me this button that I can push to bring them in and– Mav, you okay?”

Pete does not look okay. His face is ashen, eyes wide but unseeing as he slowly slides down the hospital wall.

“Goose, dear,” Carole says with a hand on her husband’s arm as she watches Pete with a careful eye, “you can press the button now.”

“Ahh yisss,” Goose slurs, hugging Bradley close and spamming the nurse-call button.

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If you are searching for a Jetwash cleaning London to find a reliable pressure washer, these steps mentioned in this blog can help you make the most of your equipment... Read more

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A.M. Magcawas Repairs and Services starts its operation on June 2017 with is owner Mr. Arvin Meraña Magcawas, a Refrigeration and air-conditioning technician TESDA NCII certified and also certified commercial and industrial electrician. He is a former maintenance staff and air-con technician at San Pablo Colleges Medical Center and a freelance service technician since high school, he also have regular customers like private and government establishment, public and private schools, laundry shop, computer shop, for their air-conditioning units and houses here at San Pablo and nearby cities and provinces like Batangas City, Quezon province, and even in Manila which servicing as freelance technician before he opens his own DTI accredited company as service provider, together with his wife Mary Justine Bolaños Magcawas. And now that we are accredited and certified by the Department of Trade and Industry and the local government, we are looking forward to increasing the numbers of our satisfied customers. We would like to take this opportunity to introduce our company as a service provider and give our customers good quality service and satisfaction. Our company offers the following services for electronics and appliances repairs, refrigeration and air-conditioning repairs for inverter or non-inverter, industrial or ordinary heavy duty dryers and washing machines, motor rewinding, ducting services, and maintenance, air-conditioning units general cleaning and preventive maintenance, electrical installation and troubleshooting. We are looking forward to being part of your good company as a service provider and be one of our satisfied customers. Thank you and God Bless. Vision The vision of A.M. Magcawas Repair and Services is a highly trained and efficient team of service technician and personnel, ready for anything that may occur and quick response to customer needs and concerns. Especially in terms of giving quality service on time. Our philosophy of provision of value adding solutions and their timely and cost-effective service. Mission At A.M. Magcawas repair and services, every person in our company is a team oriented with the expectation and need that they perform their duties to their fullest capacity and potential. Our objective and commitment to our customers is top of the line. The client satisfaction is our main focus, reached through innovative and cost-effective services. We encourage our team of safety and safe work practices. We are genuinely client focused and continually seeking improvements in our services. List of satisfied customers we currently support: San Pablo City Medical Center (SPCMC): 2011 - present Frontline Christian Academy: 2014 - present Frontline Business Solutions: 2017 - present Laguna State Polytechnic University San Pablo City Campus (LSPU): 2016 - present Rose Pharmacy (Batangas City, Lipa City, and Calamba branch): 2014 - present Kaleidoscope Learning Center: 2015 - present AMA Bank San Pablo City Branch: 2015 - present UCPB Bank Sto. Tomas Batangas Branch: 2014 - present UCPB San Pablo City Branch: 2014 - present Samuels Plate Resto Bar: 2016 - present Babas Restaurant: 2016 - present Villa Escudero Plantation Resorts: 2014 - present Jovita Agro Tiaong Quezon: 2015 - present Pacific Royal Basic Food INC. Candelaria Quezon: 2015 - present Superior Lending (Former Raon) San Pablo City: 2015 - present Havianas Ultimart San Pablo City: 2013 - present Nissan San Pablo City: 2017 - present Jardin De Julita Resort Tranca Bay Laguna: 2017 - present Air conditioning (typically described as Air Conditioner, A/C, or air con) is the procedure of getting rid of heat and wetness from the interior of an occupied area to improve the comfort of residents. Air conditioning can be utilized in both domestic and industrial environments. This procedure is most commonly utilized to accomplish a more comfy interior environment, generally for humans and other animals; however, air conditioning is also used to cool and dehumidify rooms filled with heat-producing electronic devices, such as computer servers, power amplifiers, and to display and keep some fragile products, such as art work. Air conditioning unit typically utilize a fan to distribute the conditioned air to an occupied area such as a structure or an automobile to enhance thermal convenience and indoor air quality. Electric refrigerant-based A/C systems vary from little systems that can cool a little bed room, which can be brought by a single adult, to huge systems installed on the roofing system of workplace towers that can cool an entire building. The cooling is normally achieved through a refrigeration cycle, however often evaporation or complimentary cooling is utilized. Air-conditioning is the procedure utilized to develop and preserve specific temperature, relative humidity and air purity conditions in indoor spaces. This procedure is usually applied to maintain a level of personal convenience. It's also utilized in industrial applications to ensure the appropriate operation of equipment or machinery that needs to operate in specific ecological conditions or alternatively to be able to perform certain industrial procedures, such as welding, which produce substantial quantities of heat that require to be disposed of in some manner. An air-conditioning system must be effective no matter outside weather conditions and involves control over 4 fundamental variables: air temperature, humidity, movement, and quality. Air conditioning is no longer regarded as the high-end that it once was, and there is now an increasing need for applications varying through domestic, business, industrial, and transportation and for specialized setups such as health centers, research study facilities, data centers, and clean spaces. The engineering systems in modern structures and installations make a considerable contribution to the overall structure performance in regards to energy use. Systems need to be significantly advanced in their style, installation, operation, control, and maintenance at a time when there is increasing pressure for greater energy effectiveness. How Air Conditioning Work Air conditioning unit use refrigeration to chill indoor air, benefiting from an amazing physical law: When a liquid converts to a gas (in a process called stage conversion), it absorbs heat. Air conditioning system exploit this function of phase conversion by forcing unique chemical compounds to vaporize and condense over and over once again in a closed system of coils. The substances involved are refrigerants that have homes enabling them to alter at relatively low temperatures. A/c unit also consist of fans that move warm interior air over these cold, refrigerant-filled coils. Main air conditioners have a whole system of ducts developed to funnel air to and from these serpentine, air-chilling coils. When hot air flows over the cold, low-pressure evaporator coils, the refrigerant inside takes in heat as it changes from a liquid to a gaseous state. To keep cooling efficiently, the air conditioning system has to transform the refrigerant gas back to a liquid again. To do that, a compressor puts the gas under high pressure, a process that creates unwanted heat. All the additional heat developed by compressing the gas is then evacuated to the outdoors with the help of the second set of coils called condenser coils, and a 2nd fan. As the gas cools, it changes back to a liquid, and the process begins all over again. Think of it as an unlimited, stylish cycle: liquid refrigerant, phase conversion to a gas/ heat absorption, compression and stage transition back to a liquid once again. It's easy to see that there are 2 unique things going on in an air conditioning unit. Refrigerant is cooling the indoor air, and the resulting gas is being constantly compressed and cooled for conversion back to a liquid once again. On the next page, we'll look at how the different parts of an a/c unit work to make all that possible. Different Types Of Aic Conditioners: Portable Or Mobile Air Conditioners Perhaps the most familiar air conditioner to the majority of customers, these systems do not need special mounting however do feature a versatile air pipe which is routed through a window or hole in the wall. Usually, the size of the air pipe has to do with 5 ″ and the pipes are about 2-- 3 m long. The air conditioner discharges hot through this pipeline when in use. Due to the fact that the compressor lies inside the system rather than when it comes to split systems, in an external element, the mobile monoblock air conditioners have the drawback of being quite noisy and minimal in capability. On the other hand, they do not require setup and are these days fairly inexpensive to buy. There are many mobile air conditioners on the market, the vast bulk are small units either 9000 or 12000 btu, we just offer mobile units bigger than 10000 btu, merely because for the huge bulk of applications 9000 btu models are simply too small. Floor Mounted Air Conditioners Floor mounted monoblock ac system are set up against the wall in the same way a storage heating system is and they are common of a similar look and size to storage heating systems. These kinds of a/c unit usually have a heat pump facility, therefore offering really cost-efficient heating in cooler months. These air conditioning system typically have 2 air pipes which lead straight from the back of the unit, through the wall, where completions are usually topped with little louvers Wall Mounted Air Conditioners Some times called high wall air conditioners, wall installed monoblock air conditioning is a cool solution to older structures where preparation does not allow the installation of an external condenser system. The wall-mounted monoblock ac system attaches high on the wall and two air pipes are routed from the back straight through the wall. The disadvantage of these a/c unit is that they are a little larger extensive compared to the split wall-mounted unit as the condenser is consisted of inside the wall mount system. They usually feature a heat pump so that air can be heated up in winter season in addition to cooled in summer. Spot Coolers Area cooling can be supplied by these large mobile monoblock air conditioners. They are greatly built, effective and created to be wheeled to ships, boats, and airplane to offer short-lived cooling to the internal air. Spot coolers can also be utilized to offer cool air to commercial procedures. Unlike little portable air conditioning unit, spot coolers are developed to be located in the warm outdoors air and to offer cool air into areas that they themselves do not occupy. Many have the capability to provide cold air by means of a number of ducts to precisely where the air is required. The snout pipelines that are usually fitted to the front of these systems are stiff but adjustable, making it possible for the flow of cold air to be directed to a pre-programmed spot. Window Air Conditioners Window air conditioning system or window rattlers as they are described by the trade utilized to be the most widespread configuration of the ac system. They are practically basic in apartments, houses, offices and cabins in Mediterranean countries and the Middle East. The fundamental ones can only chill the air, the more costly have a heat pump mode and push-button control. The main drawbacks of window air-conditioners are increased sound and requirement of installing into the window opening or more normally through a narrow wall. On the plus side, they are fairly priced and easy to fit. Window air conditioning system are often referred to as 'thro the wall a/c', although they normally can not be installed in a wall any thicker than 9 ″ because then the additional depth of wall impinges and blocks the air flow from the side vents of the systems on the outside. Numerous of our customers discover it more affordable long-term to run and replace window a/c unit, to set up and preserve split systems. An air conditioning unit can change the temperature, humidity or general quality of the air. More specifically, an ac system makes your house cooler, by drawing heat out of the house and moving that heat to the outdoors, then replacing the air inside your house with cooler air. Unlike with air conditioning system, which work best when you keep the doors and windows closed, air coolers need to be placed in a good air flow near an open window (where dry fresh air is available in) and with an open door (for wet exhaust air to drain). That makes good sense if you think of it: the water you're adding to the airflow is "soaking" up heat from the room, and if you constantly expel damp air while enabling dry air to enter in its place, you're continually getting rid of heat. Air coolers that work by direct evaporation (adding water) can also be used as humidifiers however, in that case, the doors and windows do require to be kept closed to enable the humidity to increase.

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Top patio set for spring today weather stayed fair early morning with few little showers and hail shower from 1pm. Thankfully winds were light enough to jetwash the patio clean and the pots. #Garden #GardeningTwitter #gardenersworld

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Dust clouds. We love em. Dust means action. Dust means a lovely dry day for riders, spectators, shooters, the lot. Dust means cleaning the bike with a hair dryer rather than a jetwash! Finding his line through the cloud here is Ritchey racer Henrik Djernis descending the notorious Pipeline at the Plymouth World Cup in 1993. https://www.instagram.com/p/CCJq-g_nyPS/?igshid=8wr0a0vdjtgw

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How to Clean a Patio with a Pressure Washer

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