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Tempting Playboy The October Hydro-Turbine Bearing Housing
The high-pitched, metallic shriek of bronze galling against stainless steel cut through the damp stone walls of the stream-house with the sharpness of a saw blade.Leo braced his heavy work boots against the wet concrete mounting pad, both hands locked onto the iron handle of a two-jaw gear puller. His broad shoulders were corded under a damp grey wool shirt, dark sweat soaking the fabric across his back despite the fifty-degree October air. His dark beard was dotted with fine river silt, his amber eyes fixed entirely on the three-inch drive shaft spinning out of the micro-hydro turbine housing."Don't lean your weight into the puller screw, Leo!" Gia snapped from the side of the stone pit.She crouched on the concrete ledge, holding a digital pyrometer in one hand and a brass oil-can in the other. She wore a dark blue canvas work jacket over a heavy maroon flannel sweater, her canvas trousers caked with wet grey clay at the knees, her leather boots locked against the slippery floorbo
Tempting Playboy The March Greenhouse Heat-Sink Bed
The three-quarter-inch steel leveling bolt on the north support frame of the soapstone heat-sink bench seized against its threaded iron socket with a dry, harsh clack that vibrated through the floorboards.Leo stayed braced on his knees in the narrow gravel aisle of the propagation greenhouse, his shoulder wedged beneath the three-hundred-pound slab of green Vermont soapstone. The March air inside the unheated glass structure was thirty-four degrees, smelling of damp potting soil, turned earth, and cold stone. Outside the glass panes, a raw spring drizzle was turning the gravel paths to thick mud. Sweat ran down the side of his neck under his unbuttoned grey flannel shirt, his dark beard wet with condensation, his forearms corded as he held the slab half an inch off its mortar bed."The leveling screw isn't cross-threaded, Leo!" Gia calle
Tempting Playboy The February Sugar-House Arch-Flange
The four-inch brass draw-off valve seized two threads short of the copper pan flange with a dry, metallic screech that echoed inside the unheated sugar-house.Leo stayed braced on his knees in the narrow gravel pit beside the brick evaporator arch, his shoulder wedged under the heavy maple-sap boiling pan to hold eighty pounds of copper off the firebrick lining. The February air inside the timber building was eighteen degrees, thick with the sharp smell of cold wood ash, wet pine kindling, and the sweet, crisp scent of raw maple sap stored in the oak barrels outside. Sweat ran cold down his ribs under his grey wool henley, his dark beard frosted white around his mouth, his forearms corded as he held the pan immobile."Don't force the brass collar, Leo!" Gia called out from the upper deck of the sugar arch.She crouched over the pan rim, holding a four-inch spanner wrench in her gloved right hand and a tin of graphite lead-sealant in her left. She wore her dark fleece-lined oilskin coa
Tempting Playboy The January Timber-Saw Carriage
The three-inch cast-iron V-roller on the mill carriage bound against the guide rail with a high, metallic shrieking sound that cut through the frozen air of the open timber shed.Leo held his stance on the frozen sawdust floorboards, both hands braced against the five-foot steel advance lever of the band sawmill. His heavy leather work boots were wedged against a frozen oak log to keep his feet from slipping on the icy floor. The January wind was howling out of the north at twenty miles an hour, driving fine, dry snow dust through the wall slats and coating his broad shoulders in white powder. Sweat had dried cold along his temples beneath his wool cap, his faded indigo work shirt dark with salt stains across his chest, his dark beard frosted white around his mouth."Stop the feed, Leo!" Gia called out from the head-block assembly.She stood three feet away on the steel carriage frame, holding a brass dial indicator in her gloved hand and a six-inch steel feeler gauge in the other. Sh
Tempting Playboy The December Solar-Kiln Vent Flange
The three-eighths-inch galvanized turnbuckle on the solar kiln’s upper exhaust vent seized against its threaded rod with a dry, metallic shrieking sound that cut through the howling winter wind.Leo stayed wedged on his knees on the narrow pine staging plank inside the unheated timber frame of the drying kiln. His broad back was pressed against the double-pane polycarbonate roof panel, where half an inch of frozen sleet was already gathering. The air inside the chamber was fourteen degrees, smelling sharply of wet oak tannin, fresh pine resin, and cold iron. His grey wool henley was damp under his unbuttoned canvas work coat, his dark beard dusted white with wind-blown frost, his forearms corded with tension as he held an eighty-pound insulated cedar shutter panel suspended against the ceiling frame using a heavy iron prop-rod."The turnbuckle isn't thread-stripped, Leo!" Gia called up from the floorboards six feet below.She stood at the foot of the pine staging ladder, holding a fiv
Tempting Playboy The November Smoke-Generator Manifold
The three-quarter-inch galvanized union nut bind-seized against the brass nipple with a dry, metallic shrieking sound that resonated up the copper coil.Leo stayed on his knees inside the tight timber shed behind the smokehouse, his right boot wedged into the gravel drain ditch to keep from sliding into the mud. The cold November wind was howling out of the north at thirty miles an hour, driving a freezing mixture of sleet and wet river silt straight through the open doorway. Sweat was drying sticky along his neck, his grey wool work shirt stained black with soot and lard grease around the elbows, his forearms corded with strain as he held a sixteen-inch pipe wrench on the lower manifold coupling."Don't force the thread, Leo!" Gia called out, crouching beside the cold-smoke generator box.She wore her dark canvas oilskin jacket over a maroon flannel shirt, her
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