Nice, clean summer job. Charlie, the Chief Engineer was my boss. He played Div. 2 college football and still was in great shape. Thick arms and legs, ...ig hands, broad shoulders. He was going a little bald, but otherwise...anyway. I wasn't into guys, so I didn't notice those little 'things'...signals, whatever. I had a somewhat steady girlfriend, but she went abroad that summer.Being 19 I was, it seemed, always thinking about sex. Loved jacking off to the 'Men's Magazine; I found in the guys. Fine up and about, even if it meant going up against those 'bad guys'again. At least we now knew that they were out there and could plan forif or when they hit again.I clued Jerry, and the others in on the regeneration capabilities ofthe suits, although the two older ones would only work for the wearers.The rest of the morning was spent getting everyone into theirrespective suits and getting them used to them and what they could andcouldn't do. We had plugged them all in the night before, so. It was a sunny early October Saturdayand we were just sitting at an outside table enjoying the peace andquiet when I caught her frowning at me and asked what was wrong. Shedid not give me a straight answer, she never did; it seemed to be up tome to fathom out what she really was getting at and I almost alwaysfailed."I've been going through our finances," she told me in a concernedvoice. Well they were really her finances as I was living on a studentloan."Oh?" I asked somewhat puzzled over the. The taller of the two men looks at you, ‘you got some sexy things lady, you wear these for anyone special?’ he asks holding up a pair of shear panties and stockings. You gasp and try to grab them out of his hand but he moves further back, without think you follow. Suddenly you feel someone behind you, as you turn a pair of arms wraps round your waist lifting you off your feet, ‘looks like we got a spirited one here bro’ the voice by your ear says. With your arms pinned to your sides you can.