But her nerves had gotten to her, and she really needed to pee, before she tried to open the door with a rusted old hanger she had found on the ground... She went over to the next aisle of cars, as she didn’t want to pee on what could be her new car.She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, so she thought the easiest way not to pee on them was to take them and her panties off, which she did. She squatted and then let herself go.She was almost done with what seemed to be her longest pee ever, when. One Friday night in late September I was wandering around the local mall wasting time when I heard a voice call out, “Hey Vera!” Turning, I saw my old friend Derek coming towards me with another guy beside him. Derek was a nice guy, who I had hung out with in high school, and made out with a couple of times. We started talking, and it turned out Derek was attending the same college as me. He introduced his friend as Brian, and then said, “Hey, we were just going to grab some beer and head down. I sold my sweater, my tee shirt and my jeans to the bank for 3000 chips. When I sat down I was in the chemise and my plain cotton bikini panties. Sylvia sat on my right. She was in an almost industrial strength bra and plain white granny panties. Even so she got the most stares.Most all the men were in white tee shirts and boxer shorts. Some even had bulges. I found the size of Leon's bulge to be a surprise. I supposed that it was how he had made a living as a social spy as opposed to a field. When it did, he confronted an average-sized castle of sorts made of heavy, smooth stone. Only a moat to protect the Renaissance setting and a lowered drawbridge to let him inside were missing from the dazzling work of architecture that stood before him. He confronted a heavy wooden door and banged on it several times using a heavy silver knocker that was shaped like a large ram’s horn. He swung the knocker several times, as no one answered him at first, but on his forth and final knock Artie.