I turned over facing toward her and she was staring under the sheet. I stopped as soon as I realized her shirt was off and her nipples were tight and ...rect. She had medium sized breasts that were milky white and her nipples had a reddish tint more passionate looking that the normal brownish color. My mouth dropped open and she smiled at me as she explained we were now even. Her bra and blouse were sitting in the chair on top of my clothes and that must have been the rustling I heard earlier.“Do. I have to brighten up pretty quick unless I want to have to go through another emotional talk with my parents.I make sure that I have everything, and then take my bags out into the hall.I turn and go back inside, grabbing my purse and taking one last look around my room.I shut the door behind me, take my bags downstairs, and set them in the foyer. I don't see anyone, but Peter and Adrienne's bags are already down there.I go upstairs, and find Mom and Dad almost ready, but still finishing up. You didn't need to sneak around over something like that." No, you don't understand. I'm not the one who's been stealing them," Millie said, correcting her mother's mistaken impression. "See, why I ask is that some of my panties have been missing, too."Betsy Underwood's jaw dropped. "You're kidding! Who do you think?" There's only one way to find out," Millie said. "Do you have any dirty panties, Mom?" Half a dozen pairs," Betsy gulped. "I forgot to put them in the laundry basket when you did. A girl in a robot operator's uniform was being hit on by two crewmen.She seemed to be happy enough, don't think I'm the sort of guy who'dwatch her being intimidated and not step in. But yeah, they were buyingher drinks and whatnot and laughing at what were probably rubbish jokes. What stuck in my head though, what really got me thinking, was that shewasn't beautiful. I don't mean she was ugly, far from it. She was finelooking, pretty even. But not a knockout. God this is coming out.