Fiona knew she had to do something to help her friend, so she threw a couple of boxes of the cookies into the yard to distract the dogs and when it wo...ked with great success, she ran in and scooped up the distraught Polly and led her back to the station wagon for repairs to her torn panties and wipe the tears from her humiliated face that looked like she was not enjoying this sales trip at all.She cleaned up the girl with the free baby wipes that they gave to all the volunteer Girl Scouts that. " Fine," I thought. "We'll see how she likes it when it happens to her!"I took off my clothes, and I put on a pair of her panties there on the floor. I grabbed a pair of pantyhose and tried to put them on as I had seen her put them on. I was rushing, so I got a run in them. "Even better - that ought to piss her off that I've ruined a pair of her hose!" I took one of the outfits she had apparently tried on this morning - a black mini-skirt that sorta looked like a tennis skirt, and a white. "No," she said. "Or yes, in a way. Maybe. I'm not sure, really, you know? That's why I'm here, trying to figure it out. But I'm not getting anywhere." Umm ... would talking it out to somebody else help?" I asked. I'd encountered this one before, at work, programmers who'd got stuck on difficult bits of coding; sometimes if we talked about it they'd come up with a breakthrough. It wasn't anything I contributed, or even who they talked to, it was simply a function of putting it into words."It. Debbie was certainlyblocking my view.Debbie shook her long mane of hair in my face, completely disorientingme, as she ground her groin into my chest. She wiggled around, seekingthe appropriate amount of friction, still keeping my arms immobilized.She took one breast out of her bra cup and pushed it very close to mylips, just pulling it away before I could reach the nipple with my lips. "You'd love it, wouldn't you," she taunted me. "But you'll never getit."She shifted positions so that she.