1983 she was 22 years old and worked in a virtually all female environment. This particular day she’d finished her shift at 2:30pm, as she walked do...n to the changing room she was joined by another girl, Jan, also 22 slim and had long blonde hairAs you can imagine three girls all cackling away, laughing and joking, in a smallish changing room. Donna had opened her locker and taken off her overall, she was stood in her black bra and panties combing her hair when all of a sudden Jan came closer. I just haven’t decided what it is yet.’ ‘I guess in a way, that’s good, Harry. You can take your time to decide. No pressure. Look until you find something.’ ‘Yeah. That’s the plan. I’m not cut out to be a businessman. I don’t have the right instincts. But I don’t want to be just another playboy, piddling away my inheritance. I would like to find something that’s significant.’ ‘I feel the same way. This job … it doesn’t make me feel like I’m accomplishing anything. I should be jumping for joy.. ” Marcia said, “Quit with the apologies, and tell me what you were doing.” I reached into a drawer, and pulled out a couple of pairs of her lacy panties, and I just began sniffing the crotch. Rubbing them all around my face, and putting them in my mouth. Marcia just stared at me, and I am sure she could see the fear in my eyes as I dropped my head down. She looked at me hard, then asked me, “Which is your favorite?” I held up a black pair that, other than having a crotch cover, would have. "Oh damn... you're not there." It was Deshona Reed's voice. "Well... [wearily], I just called to talk. I kind of missed you... that's all. You can call if you like. Hope you didn't misplace my number. Bye."Laura, smiling, felt suddenly warm all over. She called me! She sounded so friendly, so tired, so upset that I wasn't here. Deshona's number was right by the phone, where Laura had written it down the last time. She picked up the phone, kicking off her shoes, and called immediately."Don't ask.