A Scrapton Story
“he also says if you improve later that you are to go to the repair shop and help out there. seems martin wants as many able hands as possible.” “alright. tell martin i will be there after lunch. my hangover should be manageable by then.”
First Day...
The squirrel jetted over to the door quickly accesing the vid screen and asked "hello, welcome to the only repair shop in the whole residential block, how may i be of service?"
Spray Paint and Swift Payback
There was an auto repair shop, looking rather empty and the perfect place to make their mark. onto agreed and followed close behind his friend, feeling excitement in finally having a place decided.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Fifty Nine
The building on the corner, according to the sign, had once been a shoe repair shop, but the dust on the windows made it clear it hadn't been open in a long, long time. _he said it was an abandoned building,_ i thought, looking the place over.
Communication 101
William, a young man who owns a computer repair shop, finds himself making peace - and perhaps a bit more than making peace - with an old friend.
The Hive of Debauchery 1
The vehicle groaned as he loaded it up, reminding him to get it to the repair shop the next day, and he found himself wondering if it would be able to hold together all the way back to the frat house. he hoped so. he couldn't afford a tow, now.
Chapter 11
We walked into an electronics repair shop, i knew that because i'd been here myself, a long time ago. oh, dog.
The Nexus Island Resort - Arrival
The storefront was that of a vacuum sales and repair shop; old machines that had to have been at least twenty years old sat in the window where a thick layer of dust covered the display.
Rebellion Chapter 3
He cursed and gave the front wheel a kick "i should have gone to miami or hawaii instead of australia" "well no sense crying over it now" mike said pulling out a mobile phone from his pocket "i'll call the raa to tow this to the nearest repair shop"
The Dangers of (Pri)Malware
The computer repair shop employee set the box she was holding down as she wiped her hands on the tan khakis as part of her work uniform, and brushed a brown strand of hair out of her face as she moved back to the front, stepping past the heavier boxes of spare
Drudgery (HH)
"i used to work in a car repair shop at some point," i said. "before the army." "really?" "yeah," i said. "i didn't know that." well i didn't put it on my fucking cv or anything. "helped me a lot when i was doing tech in the army, yeah," i said.
The Watching Mare
- perched up there in the swaying branches that were too thin to safely hold her - and yet the thought of seeing those firm, solid muscles that she'd glimpsed at his repair shop when he was oily and sweaty and so very _hard_ at work kept her going, lips parted