My wife thinks they're uncomfortable." I don't understand how she can think that ... I think they're very comfortable."I shrugged and said, "To each t...eir own."We continued folding stuff in silence for a bit, then she said, "I'm wearing one now." A thong?"She looked at me coyly, "Have to with yoga pants." Why? Panty lines?"She said, "Uh-huh." No panty lines if you go Commando." Yeah, but then you have to worry about Camel Toe."I laughed, "What's wrong with Camel Toe?"She laughed too, and. I will not again.” My head remained bowed before her until one of her delicious long fingers traced my chin drawing my eyes to meet hers. Then she leaned in inches from my face. I couldn’t help but close my eyes focusing on her scent. The powerful mix of Arabic spice and wanton lust overcoming my senses. There was only need. I felt a delicate kiss on the forehead then nothing. It was silent, but a moment later a heat radiated onto my face and the intoxicating smell that drew me in again.When I. Please, Sara. You have to know."The pleading, loving look in her friends convinced Sara that Becky was right. When Becky stood up and grabbed her hand to guide her to the Becky and Jenny's parent's bedroom she didn't protest. Nor did she protest when Becky opened the door to the now twilight darkened bedroom where Jenny lie still sleeping. She was a bit amazed to see that Jenny was naked and that she had a teddy bear wedged between her thighs, but she'd heard and been made to understand too. . she's not a Super Bitch. I think she's just havingtrouble dealing with her loss. It's causing her to act out of sorts."My little sister shook her head. "It's not just that, Charlie. You saidshe's been sleeping with her best friend's boyfriend. Who happens to beyour arch-enemy from childhood? That seems pretty deliberate to me."I shrugged. "I don't know."Katie continued. "I can understand her being upset. I mean, I'd be awreck if Mom died. Or Dad. Or you. But I would think that after a.