"Oh, I'm sorry," she gushed."Oh I beg your pardon," he replied. "Here, let me make room for you."With that he maneuvered his stool tightly against the...one to his left, pinning that gentleman in for the duration.Julie, using her most seductive voice, thanked him profusely, making him appear to be the most gallant guy since Sir Walter Raleigh. He actually stammered nervously after her complements."This is my friend Rachel," she said. "Rachel's from Minneapolis, just visiting me for a few days. I. Are. The FBI estimates that there are between twenty-fiveand fifty serial killers operating throughout the U.S. at any given timeand many of the organised serial killers are fetishic about underwear andshoes," Bradley replied."So how does that help us?" Silvia asked."It's almost certain that he didn't start out like he is now presenting.He's planned these murders for a long time but he started out when he wasyounger attacking women, likely forcing them to wear specific underwearand high heels. And never any boy bits either!But now I find myself sitting on the bed-settee in the spare bedroom.And I'm wearing a bra and knickers. And suspenders and stockings. Ofcourse, I haven't got any tits, so the white bra has cups that arealmost flat. But the lightly padded cups are comforting on my nipplesand the bra straps grip my back and shoulders gently but insistently. Myknickers don't match my bra. They are pink and trimmed with white lace.There are little frills around the leg-holes. They're. I made it undetected for the rest of the day. As school ended I was craving a cigarette bad, though, so I headed for a route home not traveled by other students and smoked away.At home, I had to grab my paper bag and I knew there would be no way to avoid my mom and the awkwardness that now existed between us. When I entered the house, I saw smoke coming from the dining room and thought for a second that I might be able to avoid her if she was in there. But I heard talking; she had a girlfriend.