She actually like the smell of diesel and oil, she might have something to say if he came near her covered in it from head to toe but the smell didn’t bother her, it was a sign of a hard working man.  She didn’t voice this though as she didn’t want him thinking she was only saying it to please him.<br/><br/>The cramp had eased in her leg but she didn’t say anything about that either, even after everything that had happened between them over the last few hours she still found pleasure in the feel of him touching her and she was enjoying just talking to him.<br/><br/>“My occupational hazard is people thinking I’m a bit of a bimbo.” She smiled and shrugged as if to say she'd accepted it.  “And to quote my grandmother<em>‘What’s wrong with a wholesome home grown American boy?’ </em>It’s her usual rant at my cousin who thinks Italians are the bee’s knees.  I guess your friend learnt that lesson the hard way.”  If he knew her grandmother he would have recognised her imitation of her grandmother raspy voice was spot on.<br/>