Secretly he was just giving her time so they could prepare themselves, and check it out. When the coast was clear, his friends crept in and searched ...hrough her stuff. What they found was startling but in a way not surprising.Carrie had a wardrobe half full of dresses, basques, corsets, stilettos, and slips. Three of her drawers were full of stockings, suspenders, panties, a collection of wigs, a box full of jewellery and a large makeup case with everything with everything you could possibly. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't a bad kid, as far as I knew. She was devilishly beautiful and probably the brightest of the lot of them. She was confrontational, sure, but insightful, sometimes brilliant, and had a perspective on history that defied her young age. The problem was that she instinctively rebelled against authority and challenged the status quo. She aced every test, finished all her work on time and completed every assignment, even the extra ones she'd earned through her. As supple and flexible asgymnasts they swooped and swirled around the poles. Their moves wereperfectly synchronised as they whirled around the poles. Sometimes Icould not tell how they managed to hang upside down or hold themselveshorizontal with such little contact with the pole.Kritsada tipped up our glasses as the two girls performed incrediblemoves with such apparent ease. Malee gracefully slid down the pole tothe ground allowing Waan to do a sole routine for a while, before shegave way to. " Okay, I'll try to answer. But I have to tell you, I'm not so good on tests." First question: what kind of panties are you wearing? Granny style, bikini cut, thong or no panties at all?" Of course I'm wearing panties." Victoria stuttered as she blushed deep red." And I certainly don't wear thongs. If you must know, this morning I picked out pink cotton panties with a bit of lace on the hem." Prove it." demanded Carl.As Victoria began to unzip her jeans and pull the hem down, Carl stopped her.