“Well Kathie… with an eye ee, it looks like the clamp on your battery cable is too loose. Let me get a pair of pliers out of my truck and I’ll t...ghten it up for you so it doesn’t come off the next time you hit a bump or something.” I said with a shy smile. “That’d be great! Thanks… Jim.” She said happily as if not believing her good luck. I walked over to my truck and climbed in so I could lean over and get into my glove box. I pulled out a pair of pliers and I knew I would need something. I was speechless. "I saw your head buried deep in her hot little pussy yesterday" she purred. I looked down and noticed she was wearing an identical pair of panties to the pair that Carol had been wearing. She saw me looking at the panties, "thanks for the souvenir" she said "I found them in the study, Carol has a sweet pussy doesn't she?" I sat up; "does Mr. Marshall know?" I asked. She shook her head "he doesn't do sex anymore, at least not with me. The only person that ever seems to get any. It's written all over your face." I think you're beautiful. It's almost magical how beautiful you are. Everything about you. Every motion. Every flick of your hair. It's like art in real time. It's like poetry in real live 3D."She smiled again and shook her head."I'm just me. You gotta stop sighing and swooning like that, thinking I'm some sort of goddess or something. I'm gonna disappoint you some day and you'll see that I'm just a normal girl, just like everyone else, only a little sexier." A. Open the bay door. Hmm. Screw Driver? Nut Driver ... yes. The tool box was gone. It’s at the house. Fuck it ... later. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on wheels ... a cart. When? ... Came with it. The Yanmar, pump, dive compressor and hoses were winterized when I put them away.Rolling the cart out to where I could pick the dredge up with the hook, I checked connections, looked in the empty fuel.