The younger one was called Billy and he was in a knit shirt with a wind breaker over it, so he was good. I still expected him to try to sell his socks...or something like the new people always did."You are the lawyer Jen, so you explain to the newbies how this works," I demanded."In order to play you sell your clothes to the bank," she began "Everything which exposes skin has a value. You hang it on the nails over there and the banker gives you the equivalent amount of chips. When you are out of. It was something I remembered fondly doing while growing up, and had always looked forward to it whenever we went. My cousin Jill, also an only child, though I never knew the reasons why the two of us were, only that's the way it happened to turn out. Because of that perhaps, neither one of us having siblings, Jill and I had grown especially close as kids, more like brother and sister as opposed to just being cousins.Now home from the service, I hadn't as yet begun looking for a job. I'd. .A couple of days later, I went out to my shed to retrieve some tools for yardwork and noticed a plastic bag hanging from the door handle of the shed. Opening the bag, I found a pair of pink cotton panties and a note that read, "The panties you took are my favorite and quite expensive. I hope you enjoyed them, but I would like them back. Here's a replacement pair..." The pink panties weren't the high French cut style, but they were still pretty sexy and there was a lot of dried pussy juice in. All places and characters contained therein are his work and belong to him. Please do not publish this story anywhere without asking me first by emailing me at [email protected] ************************************************************************************************** ****Note From the Author**** This is my first attempt at writing my own story like this. I realy hope you enjoy it and hope to hear from my readers. Please E-mail any comments, questions, or suggestions to [email.