“And it is when you don’t know him, or him you, that you find yourselves drifting apart, and finding new partners!” I suggested.“Well, yes, I ...uppose so,” Martha admitted.Barbara asked, “is that why you didn’t just jump my bones that first day, why you kept trying to do new things?”I replied, “yes, something like that, but I also felt that you were maybe a little bit fragile, and I didn’t want to break you.”As she said, “oh sweet.”Martha was saying, “and I came along and messed up all of your. She had thin waist. Only big thing about her was her boobs – and she will not wear bra on most days. As it was holiday for me, I had no work and made a point to oggle at her at any pretext. She caught me looking at her cleavage or legs at times and would promptly cover it up. For first few days I could not tink of any way to start a conversation with her. She will promptly do the work in my room and get away.Ours was a two storied house. On first floor we had the bed rooms. During day time my. Fortune was still with us and we weren't interrupted.Knowing there wasn't much time, the five of us headed for the surface. We made it through a number of checkpoints, using another set of bogus movement orders to justify my acting as guard on the women. The closer to the surface we got, the more scrutiny our orders began to earn.By the time we got to hatchway 127A, I was a nervous wreck. We had talked through this part of the plan a dozen times, but I was still nervous. This set of doors was. It seemed to work, pieces of cloth began to assemble into something resembling a blouse. I was amazed, I uttered not one unfeminine word during the entire process, the blouse was finished and all that remained was to sew on the buttons.I should have known better, it was just too easy. The machine worked perfectly, the operator didn't. I lined up the front of the blouse to place the buttons and the ruffle was off a good four inches on either side of the blouse. I swear I matched all the foolish.