The door was open, and she saw three guys sitting at a table, playing cards, sipping whiskey, and shooting the shit.The men didn't notice her, which g...ve Nicole a moment to look them over.Two of them were young, probably fresh out of high school-- one a greaser type with slick hair, the other a sandy-blonde, both wearing jeans and sleeveless T-shirts that showed off their well- developed biceps. The third man was older, perhaps in his mid- thirties. His face was turned away, but there was. He told me about all the cool kids he had met and this, that and the other, but I was not paying much attention to him. I felt like a fish out of water, and was not adapting as well as he was. In our old school, I had always been considered the pretty popular girl. I had played softball since I was nine years old, and had won a few pageants, so I had a very high self esteem. I had long blonde hair, and blue eyes. I thought I was pretty, and so did everyone I knew. Now, however, I didn’t feel. Charlie knew instantly that the panties were gone. Bob also had a pretty good idea. The way Sandy was walking made it obvious she was protecting something. She set the mugs on the table, careful not to bend over, then sat down slowly while holding the shirt-tail between her legs. The guys pretended not to notice the extra care she was taking. Sandy quickly realized though that half the fun would be having the guys know, or at least think, she wasn't wearing panties. She couldn't very well show. "A bit worn down." I shrugged. "Brandy said I could take a breather here if I wanted?" I gave Brandy a look that I hoped communicated that I didn't want my sudden episode of weakness to be shared.Luckily, she seemed to get it. "Yeah, mom. Is it okay?"A dubious smile crossed Cindy's face. Despite her veneer of politeness, Cindy always made me feel like I was something she'd just scraped off her shoe. She considered me for a moment, looking at me like Brandy had brought home a stray dog. Then she.