The tickle of the rapidly moving teeth quickly went back to being a tingle. The
only incident, during the rest of my journey under the saw, occurred when the blade
first reached my back-bone, the tone of the squeal from the circular saw blade
changed as if it was working harder.
Scott kept moving his eyes between my face and the wide gash opening up in my back.
The noise of the blade splitting the wood that had been laid into the slot in the
table under me made talking impossible, so I kept smiling, except for the moment
when I winced because a splinter from the wood had been picked up by the saw and
driven into me.
It took about thirty seconds to a minute for the table to reach its end stop.
Scott switched off the saw and the whine of the rotating blade gradually
lowered in tone until the saw stopped.
Scott stood there nervously as the silence extended uncomfortably.
After a minute I was afraid that Scott had gone into shock. To break the
tension, I said, "Aren't you going to come and check your handy work? Or
do I have to get up and take you home?"
Scott mentally shook himself and stepped round the front of the buzz saw to
look at the gap that had opened up in my waist. My torso and legs were
separated by a half inch gap and skin covered the inner surfaces of the gap.
Scott leant over and looked into the space and saw the divided piece of wood
that had been under me. I twisted a bit to get a view of the cut, but without
the normal balance from my legs, I applied too much force and would have toppled
off the table if Scott had not been there to catch me. Scott seemed to go into
shock again. He was holding my upper body with his arms under my shoulders and
waist. My body from my hips down still lay face down on the sawing table.
With more care this time, I swung my arms about his neck and kissed him. I thought
he would either faint dead away or be completely revived.
His reaction was positive, if uncertain. "What did you do that for?" he asked.
"Well I got bored with waiting for something to happen. And it's not like we
haven't kissed before. Get on and do something."
What he did was not really at all that surprising. He lifted my torso slightly
and placed me upright on the sawing table. Once he was happy that I was
comfortable, he turned his attention to my legs. He turned them over and
positioned them so that they sat of the edge of the table. This shuffling
about had caused my skirt to ride up again, if anything higher than before.
Scott commented how modest my plain white cotton panties were. I replied that
he should not be looking and asked him to adjust my skirt again.