”She thought about it and asked, “How many do you expect back each week?”The woman told her it was up to her and how much time she put in on it,...but her best girl was dirtying up fifty pairs of undies a week and seemed to have a high demand for her scent and sexy perfume.Betty did a quick calculation in her head and realized that was the thousand dollars a week that the woman had mentioned.She responded by telling the woman, “I will be over and pick up a box of fifty and I will see if I can. The door flew open and a young girl landed in my arms.She started hitting me and I set her on the ground and slung the rifle over my shoulder."LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed as I pushed her towards the girls."Fine, I just don't want to be shot," I said as I turned back to the plane. I had noticed she was a redhead, had freckles on her face, and was around thirteen years of age. She also had small perky breasts inside the T-shirt she was wearing that just screamed suck me. I turned. "No. I ... look, there wasn't supposed to be anyone down here, see?" Yeah, you said." And so I just wore this nightgown." He'd noticed. It too was thin, and a very pale green. "Well, and the panties." Uh huh." And then ... I loaded the machine, and it was bouncing around ... and then it kinda got into a rhythm. Oh, perhaps I should just shut up." Oh, no, not now. Please continue." Look, I'd always heard that ... well that a washer would ... you know." Clean stuff?" Alan had loaded his machine,. Basically, she looked sexy as hell."Hey," she said with a smile."Sup," I replied, crossing my arms and adjusting my standing position in an attempt to look cooler. Gotta impress, right?We waited in silence for several minutes, and I kept sneaking glances at her body. God, she looked fucking incredible. The shorts were sucked into the crack of her ass, and I found myself fantasizing over it. I wanted to just reach out and squeeze it, to pull those shorts down and just stick my finger in between.