?Erm Mandy did you lock the door?? I asked.?For fuck sake how hard is it to be quiet for a few fucking minutes?? She answered. I heard her heals movi...g closer towards me, then a definite click sound and the door swung open. Mandy was stood there, hands on hips, looking angry.?Jesus Chrissy you really are a fucking baby, scared of the dark??I tried to stand up and exit the closet but Mandy just pushed me back down into the wooden chair, then sat facing me, straddling my lap. My legs were. Babysitters were just “help” not worthy of his respect. Mom complained that finding babysitters took up all her time. She begged Bobby to listen to them, she paid above going rates, and she threatened him. Nothing she tried worked. Until one day, that is. One of her friends came over and mom was complaining about it and the friend suggested mom try the university, lots of students needed money and would view watching Bobby as a great job.The first two were like all the ones before. They. The skirt held a secret, it appeared to be a smart calf-length flowing design. Its secret was, what seemed to be pockets, were, in fact, slits allowing easy access to the top of my thighs. Often I would slide a hand inside for a furtive touch of my clit or cunt. But the real purpose was to allow a stranger's fingers to work their magic.As was my habit, I glanced in the full-length hall mirror as I left the house. At five foot nine, my firm body appeared quite slim, in was particularly pleased. Was her hair different? She had probably had her nails done too. Fuck her; a $500 dress should be more than enough to keep her happy.Paul spent the next day going over the F1 car and how safety fit into the design. The driver's tub was the key. It was solid and should not be breached. A crash violent enough to breach the tub would kill the driver.To save weight, there would be no frame. The engine would be bolt onto the tub and the transaxle, a combination transmission and axle, would be bolted.