Do that in the bedroom, she barked. Then stand at the end of the bed. DONT get dressed. A flash of fear rushed through me at her tone before I settled...on the fact that this was what I had wanted. Okay. I replied, trying to mask my excitement. What?!? The metallic noise ceased and Jennifers obvious displeasure with my reaction to her command signaled it was time to get it in gear. I mean, y-yes maam. Uh huh. She muttered back still clearly annoyed. My stammer was only partially intentional as I. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasnt the reason she didnt pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they mustve thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. Your gonna do it, Rosey…Your going to make it! Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her. You see the teams are almost like doctors, going over each piece of a motor. Every team has at least two types of scales to weigh and balance parts. There is oil present as every piece gets wiped with a clean rag with a little oil on it before being put in place. But the surprising thing was, there wasn't a drip on the floor anywhere.It is easy to be impressed by good technicians, even the loony tunes gays and lesbians that I had, were good technicians. Thank goodness they were busy and didn't. "So, tell me about yourself," he said.I took a sip of my drink to calm my nerves. I was cold and my I felt my nipples poking through my top. "Well, my name is Nina, as you know. I'm 28..." I continued to tell him about myself."This is your first time doing this, isn't it?" he asked."Is it that obvious," I asked smiling."Well, most women are a bit more...conservative and held back in the first meeting." I shifted nervously in my seat and started to regret my outfit. Was I showing too much? Was I.