We were just sitting there, sweating our collective ass cheeks off, which at -25F is actually a GOOD thing, we tried NOT to give the casual manly, but...not too manly glance, at each others junk. It's just a thing, but I couldn't help but notice that he was unclipped. The glances were not as subdued as I would had anticipated, but with me, having the length & girth advantage, (we're talking about blood relatives here), I was happy to pop a 1/2 boner, just for the fun of it. My Uncle was also. “I’m not going anywhere,” Becky hissed, her fists balling up, “and I’m not little.”“I’m sorry,” Sean jeered, “I meant big words for a fat girl.”“I’m not fat!” Becky screamed, stomping her foot, and the gym shook just a little.Sean laughed again. “That earthquake and your baggy sweatsuit beg to differ,” he said.“Ivy, Kerry,” she said through clenched teeth. “Could you pwease get the measuring tape hanging there on the wall.”They obeyed, and Becky cracked her neck as she glared at Sean. She stood. "She says running a machine tool is like Zen for Baptists."Doctor Embert smirked. "I've GOT to see that lab." Got a flower sticker on the lathe and "Hello Kitty" on the Bridgeport vertical mill."She snickered. "Susan's rather disarming for a whole different reason than you and Cindy. You two are obviously under age. Susan's, well, just does NOT look like a premium-grade mind." Cindy says she looks like the nose art on a World War Two bomber." I saw the question cross Doctor Embert's face. "The. He reaches behind my back and begins fumbling with my bra strap. Usually I slip my arms out of the straps and turn the bra around to work the hooks in the front where I can see them. This time, I almost do it out of habit, then stop myself. It’ll be sexier for him to figure it out himself. A little frustration can increase the sexual tension all out of proportion. I don’t know how I know that, but I’m sure of it. Maybe it’s my womanly instinct.He's a smart boy, it only takes him a couple of.