Inside the vault, red lights were flashing.Next, the vault began to shake, from mildly to violently, and yet to Zax the disturbance was no more than a...slight inconvenience simply due to his weakened state.“Outside?” Zax hoarsely uttered.Down on the floor, his line of sight fell on the window, where he noticed odd shadows moving about on the other side.Getting up, Zax stumbled to see the possible source of the commotion. It was not out of interest or to relieve the boredom. He just did it. I was in my mid-thirties & had been divorced for a couple of years, a decent job, but in a life going nowhere, my Mother offered my services to Bob to do his driveway, because she thought that I was always at a loose end, It was arranged to do it on the next Saturday & take an overnight bag as the job may take two days, this was it, that was all I knew. I arrived early about 09:00, it was already getting warm, we did the small talk thing, Bob had shovels & a wheelbarrow so we got in about the. She pulled out a large, flesh-colored dildo that looked quite flexible and realistic. She held it up to inspect it closely, and I zoomed in on her face. She saw the image on the TV, and with a wicked grin, stuck out her pink tongue to give the head of it a little lick, as if it was a lollipop. The look on her face was of pure lust. I couldn’t think of anything sexier at the moment.“Are you going to try that on for size?” I asked with a wink.“Do you want me to?” she asked, with a tone that told. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet. Apart from her hands, her feet were the only part of her body she had studied at any time.All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.Then Mary asked the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I.