Sipping a glass of twelve-year-old Glenmorangie, ice tinkling in the cut-crystal glass, I enjoyed the smooth peaty flavor, the coolness in my mouth, a...d blossom of heat in my stomach as I swallowed. My mind drifted, meandering back over the last thirteen years. Life had worked out well, just not quite how I’d envisioned.The three females in my life seemed to communicate psychically. I’d find one or another of the girls coming to bed with me every so often, Alia absent. There were no fights, no. . " she stopped mid-sentence as she looked up and saw Cameron. "Oh shit," she muttered.Cameron stared at Karen wide eyed, and then looked back to me. She must have felt foolish, sitting there with her tits out and her crotch exposed as the put the pieces together. "You fucking bastard," she said looking at me. She jumped up and fumbled with her bra. She buttoned her blouse haphazardly, misaligning the buttons in the process."Cammie, wait!" I said."Don't you fucking come near me," she screamed.. What was she expecting?"It's because you don't have any knickers on. If you did it would be kept down." She had a point. "Put some on."Automatically I reached for my underwear, lying discarded on the floor to my side, but Nikki stopped me. "No," she said. "Use these."She half turned and reached down to pick up - of all things - the very pair of knickers that had started all of this in the first place. A pair of white cotton knickers with pink flowers printed on them, and a pink satin bow at the. I forced a smile, slowly left my compartment, closed the door and proceeded through the narrow hallway to the other end of the carriage, where the bathroom was. I lied the old lady about my indigestion of course, but I still needed to take a leak.Just as I turned and started heading towards the bathroom, I noticed 3 girls that were hanging outside their compartment on the hallway, all of them looking out the window, seemingly absorbed by the beauty of the mountains we were passing by. The one.