The first thing was a message from Liz saying they had noted a sudden flurry of activity in Stackman's group and to watch ourselves. The second was a ...tartling response to our latest message to Stackman. Instead of the normal vid of condescending platitudes totally devoid of informational content we got a very short AI blurb stating the message was refused, would not be forwarded and no further contact would be required. If that didn't tell us something was up I don't know what would, although. As I pulled it out and rea... "WHAT THE FU...?!?" I thought. Not one pair of my own underware in the drawer, not one single pair; but a lot of thongs, v-string see through and some hello kitty panties. I looked and looked, extremely confused... at the point my mind was clear. I literally had no idea what to think of it. I looked at all these panties, speechless, and pretty much dumbfounded. I stared as if by staring at them they will dissappear and my underwear would appear, but that magic. They'd work for a few hours in the morning then break for lunch outside away from the smell of the paint and turpentine that had been used for cleaning.Then a few more hours of work before they would ride their horses back, another day done ... she'd head back to her cabin ... or hut really ... she couldn't live in the male only bunkhouse so they had converted a tack room into a cabin complete with plumbing. Nothing fancy, but it was shelter. She had a nice sized bed, a closet, dresser and desk. The embodiment of pretty slutty rock. I lovedthe costumes and the fuck you attitude. This was my world and I wantedin.Hanging around at the University, talking to real musicians andlistening to them play also opened my ears and mind to other genres. Iloved some of the newer indie bands. The rhythms were different, moreopen and less driven but still powerful. Strangely I became a littlefascinated with bluegrass. I loved the foot stomping.Of course, there was another element to the punk bands I.