" I can do it." You can't even walk alone. Shut up, I got this."She uses the towel to absorb the water off my feet first and gradually ascended up my ...egs and soon my thighs. I felt this weird tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach as she got closer to my midsection.She looked up. "You okay?"I nodded.She ran the towel up and dried my stomach, occasionally plucking my belly ring. Then it was over to my each of my arms and then my shoulders and down my back."Take those wet panties and bra. I grabbed a clean towelfrom the front counter, ran it under the cold-water tap, and had Cherylwrap her wound. She seemed far more distraught about having broken what Igathered was a very rare component on an equally rare and complex antiquecoffee machine. Claire seemed equally put out about the damage."I knew it, I knew I should have bought that spare retainer ring when Isaw it, now what are we going to do? We can close for the day, but that'sour bread and butter and I don't even know when I. I brought the coffee to my lips, pretending to sip at it to cover my quiet gasp, though my eyes closed in the effort. The sensations ran through my body, my small nipples hardening in delight, the fabric of my tight t-shirt clinging to them, though they remained hidden by my sweater to the public. I simply enjoyed myself for nearly five minutes before the inevitable happened: A man sat down across the table from me, all smiles and niceness. I couldn't help but be polite as he spoke, a smile on. In the meantime I'll have our design department whip up some things for you." You're being so very generous. I don't know how to thank..." Get the surgery done. Then we'll see how grateful you are." Yes, Ms. Lymon," Marsha managed to say, backing out the door.As she made her way to her car, Marsha could not believe her good fortune. The figure the woman had quoted was almost three times what Randy had ever made at the machine shop. Her spirits raised as she thought about now being able to.