In short, my life had turned to shit.My job was to monitor the controls on a number of machines that added batches of pigment and chemical additives i...to various mixtures. The company I worked for, Traylor Coatings, made special paints and coatings for all sorts of exotic applications. Some of the mixtures were benign and nothing particularly special except that our objective in the plant was to produce a consistent product. If you ordered a particular formula with a particular color, our. "Ok, talk." How'd you get that mark?" she raised her eyebrows. "Sheila! Come on! Just tell me."She shrugged. "You wouldn't believe me anyway." She half smiled. "I could show you." Ok, so show me."She glanced around us. "Not here. It'd take too long, anyway. After school, you know where the smokehouse is?" a tool shed on the back edge of the school property. I nodded. "Ok, meet me there as soon as you can." I let her arm go and she rubbed her wrist. "Quite a grip." She seemed to be thinking of. Tired as I was now I just went over and lay on my bed and fell asleep and I slept like a baby.Finally awakened late into the afternoon and as yet no one had come to wake me or tell me I could leave my room, but I had to pee really bad so I ran out of my room and out the back door and went to the outhouse and relieved myself, then snuck back into my room awaiting someone to come tell me I could leave it.It now was getting all but dark outside and yet no one had come to tell me I could leave or. She had some mobility, but it was marginal. We finally out her onto her bed, and I turned to walk out. "Don't you think we should at least take her clothes off?", asked Pat. I was shocked, and said, "Hell, I don't know about that." He nodded and said, "She'll be pissed in the morning when she sees she slept in her dress." I told him he should be the one to do the task, but he said he needed me to help.I pulled her into a sitting position so he could unzip the long zipper on the back of her.