.. That's called control.' She hated every aspect of her life and what had become of her once her father had allowed her to marry the one that had sou...ht her hand. She knew at the time that it was a mistake but times had been hard since her father had lost his mining job. She hadn't been able to see them getting any better either but at least this way her father would be well looked after by his future son-in-law.Her father had been impressed by him. She remembered his words as he had spoken to. I have to leave," she whispered, not certain whether she really could."I understand. But you really do look dizzy. Let me get you some water, at least," he offered. "Come with me." Oh! Oh, God..." she croaked, the aching pang between her thighs erupting with more force. Oh fuck, oh God... She opened her eyes, not having been aware that she'd ever closed them. Pierce was several steps ahead and she haltingly followed, barely able to walk with her jeans lowered halfway down her thighs like this.. The woman drew closer. “Come on, come on.” Getting killed by a crazed military woman seemed a fitting end to this trip home. She wished she was still safely back in her dorm at school. She turned the key in the ignition and the car didn’t start again. “Please.” She turned the key one more time.The engine turned over in the wrecked car, but didn’t start. “Maybe we better get going.” Roy sank his bulk back into the driver’s seat and watched the woman approach Patrick’s car. Whatever she had. If we let you on the shop floor in the men's uniform, you'll cause a riot! The staff may well know you're really male, but the customers won't - and the other girls will resent you because you're getting away with it! I know it sounds stupid, but seriously... we've got over 200 girls and women working here, and they all wear these clothes day in, day out, and it doesn't seem to hurt them does it? It wouldn't really be so bad, would it?' Paul considered this, and then decided to accept the.