I was," as she then showed me what the paper towel was for. Reaching down into her tiny thong again, and a second later retrieving what appeared to be... some sort of small silver looking gadget in the shape of a tiny egg. She placed that down on the paper towel. "I borrowed this from mom," she blushed. "Thought I'd try it. Turns out it's a pretty nasty little toy," she added to that. "Doesn't really give you a BIG orgasm, but it certainly tickles you into wanting another one."I damn near spilled. Under normal circumstances she would have declined but she was getting tired and her ankle was starting to bother her, so had easily allowed him to help, and besides he was such a good looking young man and he had been looking her over in a way that no other man had ever done. This left her uncomfortable and wondering!Had she missed something?, she felt embarrassed and could not believe that he was looking at her with, "sex in, mind"?....surely she was mistaken as this certainly could not be. The crotch of my panties was soaking wet. I think we can take that as a yes from you Sally. How about you two, Wendy, Brad? Im willing. Lets do it. Fred grabbed Wendys hand and led her toward our bedroom. He looked over his shoulder to confirm that Brad and I were following them. As they walked Fred slipped his hand under the bottom of Wendys shirt and caressed the bare skin of her back. In response she pressed her beautiful young body against his. Brad held me against him as we also walked. Only the Hazmat team wearing their air bottles are aloud down the hatch. In essence, if you see a buddy unconscious in fridge flats, sit back and let him die. That is the book answer.They want you to say that there is no phosgene gas, so there is no risk wearing firefighting gear to save your buddy as you raise the alarm.The truth of the matter is there was not an airtight seal to the deck below. If there were a refrigerant leak bad enough to kill somebody, then the casualty would be in Dry.