"Where I was wearing panties too?" he said finishing my thought again."Yes. Do you like them?" He turned around as he stepped out of hisshorts. The ...ear of the panties had two sexy keyhole accents divided bybows."I love them," I said, realizing my mouth had been hanging open."You should," he said. "You told me that too. Stacey's favorite coloris pink and she loves panties that are crotchless or that have keyholedetails."I stood stock-still, my reluctance seemed like a physical. Theytreated us to lunch at this Steak and Ale place. We saw more boringmuseums. And then it was time to head back.Again, I was one of the first to get back on the bus. I didn't expectto enjoy the ride back as much as I enjoyed the ride down, but when Istarted walking down the aisle, three of the girls were already sitting inthe back seat and they waved me back to them. They said, "we saved yourseat for you," as they gave me this sexy look.I wasn't too keen on doing it again on the way back, but. John, his hands tightly wrapped around the rigid leather of the steering wheel cover, was swearing up and down at her, for her brash behaviour, the lack of consideration she had displayed to not come to him first with her discovery, his eyes buried away under his authoritative, stern brows.She could feel his disappointment and anger, and felt tragically the same, but kept herself from speaking.Eventually, they arrived in front of her small duplex apartment, the deserted street only now lighting. Thinking about Juniper Jones. How did I feel about her, exactly? I remembered one of my college courses in psychology -- it probably had been Psychology 101. An "approach-avoidance conflict," it was called, when Life handed you something to cope with that presented you with both highly positive and highly negative aspects.Like a lot of stuff in psychology, giving something a name didn't seem to help much in clarifying what one ought to consider doing next. The answer seemingly always ended up.