"Ready Girl?" she asked and giggled softly. I nodded and smiled, a little nervous for what was going to happen later tonight. Tamara hugged me tightly...and whispered, "It'll be okay! Promise." As she started to drive.I felt like a child going to the doctors for a second. Feeling like hours, we finally arrived and I was even more terrified.Tamara was taller, older and prettier then me. She was 21, Long Blond hair, 34 D breasts and a killer smile. She weighed a slight more than me, but only by 10. I need to cash this check so I can buy Michelle aValentine's Day present."The cashier thinks for a minute."I'll tell you what, Mr. President. Two weeks ago, Tiger Woods was here and in the same situation. He proved who he was by making an amazing putt all the way across the bank lobby into a coffee cup."Then, just last week, Andre Agassi had to prove who he was, so he used his tennis racket and lobbed a ball all the way across the bank lobby into that same coffee cup."In both cases, we took. I won't ask again." But I'm… It's nearly five…" You should hurry then. I need you to see what your scent does to me."She exhales. Focuses on the currently dormant elevator in the far corner. "Fuck."With another rapid glance around the currently deserted space, Tabby perches against the car, reaches under her figure-hugging dress and tugs mauve panties down. Cheeks flushed, she hands the wisp of lace over, our fingertips connecting.She breathes in. "I want them back. I'm practically naked!"I say. “Look, I know this is not going to be easy for you, but mom may not be back any time soon and I’m all you’ve got. If you want your nightgown on, then you have to let me help.”“Do you mind?” She asked. The dress was a knit pull over and once he pulled it up, all she had on were her bra and panties. She was not completely embarrassed at him seeing her in her underwear, but she was a little upset that they were so plain. If a man was going to remove her dress, she had always hoped that it would be.