Tempting Playboy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 143

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

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