Candy brightened, eager to share her potential success. ‘I have beenchatting up Catalina. I think she’s intrigued although she’s unaware of what...the entire TWA program entails. She will learn that later if she gets vetted and approved by Total Woman Security. Do you think she’s right for a TWA candidate?’ Ned occasionally walked across the campus during his intermittent out of dorm errands. There were certainly a lot of great looking women wandering about. But he didn’t talk to them or draw. Nothing personal, Toots."I stopped feeling sorry for the red-haired dwarf quite suddenly. "Oghren! That was plain mean, and if you ever call me toots again, I'll slap you so hard your head ends up facing the wrong way."He belched, and a waft of stale, ale-smelling breath passed by. At least he smells better than he did, thanks to Mistress Leta... "Oh, don't go getting your smalls in a twist, Toots. I know you women can't resist me, but I'm a married man, you know."I couldn't help it; annoyed. I was willing to throw myself at her even so. That said, and with my fear as a shield, I fought a near losing battle to keep my ardour under control.The lady gently raised her perfect hand and waved her fingers around my head. My scalp tingled in anticipation of a mere touch but she did not make contact. As her hand completed a full circle, my mind cleared and I found myself able to look at her with more objectivity, like viewing the sun's brilliance through a black glass. I was able to return. There was a faint scent from the panties, then I saw the laundry hamper, and on top were the panties that mom must have been wearing the previous day. I lay back on the bed, holding the soiled panties to my nose, realising the effect his mom’s panties had on the story teller, Mom’s most intimate scent filled my nose and the slight dampness I guessed was her pussy juices. I pushed my hand in side the waistband of my pyjamas, feeling my own panties, as I ran my hand down, I could feel a damp.