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... explained with a good natured laugh, Dawn's sultry chuckle joining as I clued in. "Oh... right, okay. I should uhh... probably go tell him," I said, my eyes wandering back to Dawn for a moment before I turned to go. Now I was really freaked. Once back in the larger service area, I didn't dare to look back at the big office window as I walked back to the rear of the shop with the information Dave needed. My heart was hammering fast and hard enough to burst from my chest, like one of those aliens in the movies, and I had a hard time walking at a normal pace. Looking down at the floor in giddy consternation as I went, I couldn't believe I actually only shrugged in reply to Dawn's question as to whether or not I liked girls, even almost accepted her offer of a kiss, and that's when I finally noticed how the hem of my top had ridden halfway up my hips. Letting out a small, mostly inaudible gasp, I quickly pulled it down, looking up to see if Mom had noticed. She was just then taking a good look at Gigi's chest as his gaze fell on me, his hand holding a cellphone to his ear as he spoke into it. Back with Dave at the bench, I started to calm a little, finally glancing back at the big window as though there really was a deadly, bl**d sucking vampire in there. I couldn't see anything but the flickering light from what I assumed to be porn on the monitor in the darkening office. "Finally found the gapper," he reported as he added a pair of red handled pliers to a handful of other ...

... tools. "Okay," I replied, again noting how I was strangely more comfortable with him. "Um, Carrie said the gap was point forty." "Okay, thanks. I kinda figured, but it's best to- aww, nuts. You pulled your shirt back down." "Well, yeah," I said with a smile. "I didn't realize." "Looked better before." "Really?" "You know it does," he said with an informed grin. I only shrugged, glancing around at Mom who was again lost in Gigi world now that his telephone conversation was apparently over with. "Pull it up again," he suggested. After a brief hesitation and another backward glance to my very distracted mother, I smiled wider and slowly pulled it up to where it was... then right up to my waist. "Like that?" I asked, loving this as I looked up at him. "Yeah," he said, nodding as he stared. I loved his reaction, knowing how tight my leggings were. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen," I answered. "Yeah... that's fuckin awesome. Turn around and show me your ass, baby." I couldn't believe this, but I did as he said, looking over my shoulder so I could enjoy the expression on his very appreciative face. "Oh my fuuuck. ... I could stare at that for the rest of my life. Yeah, you should come help me with your mother's car." "Okay," I agreed, totally freaked out at my actions, but also very excited and pleased with myself. "Grab the order there, will ya? And you walk ahead of me," he added with a laugh. I grabbed it and started out first, like he wanted, not daring to look in Mom's ...