Mary rose too, brushed her shift and offered her hand. The woman looked at Mary’s hand and sniffed.“See you tomorrow then,” the woman turned awa....“Wait! You don’t know my name,” Mary called.“It’s Mary Pilson,” the woman called over shoulder.Mary looked after the woman bewildered.The woman spun on her heels.“And you didn’t ask how much it pays,” she grinned.“Two pounds a week plus tips,” the woman’s grin widened.Mary sat down again flummoxed.This time the woman kept walking.Mary was very nervous. . I had to explain it all again.“So...” he said, “Where were the keys?”“See that tiny weld spot on the tank air filter?”Diesels today have the air filter tank mounted on the outside. They didn’t used to do that ... this filter was under the hood.He looked and nodded. So did most of the mechanics.“There wasn’t any reason for that weld. Everything else has a purpose.”Everybody nodded again, and one of the mechanics started unclipping the filter cap. He set it aside, took out the can filter and. After lights out, the room was quiet relatively quickly as everyone drifted off to sleep. I was thinking purely about the previous night, stroking my dick under the duvet. I noticed the rustling of sheets from James' bed and I realised he was getting out of bed and sneaking over to me. I was shocked and delighted to feel him next to me, so I lifted up my duvet to expose myself to him. He crouched at the side of my bed, moving his hands up to my dick. It felt amazing, I pulled my little pyjamas. She had seen herselfdressed in sexy lingerie or just naked moving past the glass to be acompletely wanton slut with her husband in the night. None of thosewomen were the narrow woman she feared becoming and now after seeing thewhole of herself she no longer feared that happening any longer. Shethought that she was finally whole more or less. She was finally who shewas going to be for now.J.L. had started spending time with them for short visits not long aftershe finally experienced her first.