Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead y...u in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door behind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Should I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is it a. My dad was at work because his job is an essential job so that's that but anyways, my brother and I are waiting on the couch and my mom comes down the stairs in this White Sundress (it looked a bit tight on her not gonna lie), her brown sunglasses, she was wearing her black nylon hose underneath, and her white flats. She looked at us and said "let's go". So we got in the car and drove there. I slept the whole drive(it's 30 min from where I live). So we arrive and we go around and look at this. And," he blushed, "I was being childish. I wanted you to suffer." I'm so relieved."He looked surprised and uncomprehending."You're not perfect." Not by a long shot." I didn't trust you. I should have known, but I didn't trust you. And again, today, I didn't know what you were going to do. I should have just trusted you." How do you know what I'm going to do?" Jeff asked."You were late; very late." You've lost me, Ashley." You would never have come this late if you weren't going to go through. "Two heads perked up in the crowd. The supervisor nodded toward me, indicating where they should go. I introduced myself as we walked down the hall. The guy's name was Bert Clarke. He was a well-built six-footer who didn't look much past high school age. The girl was Ernestine Forrest, a petite brunette who looked like she didn't weigh 100 lb. soaking wet. They made some jokes about Bert and Ernie. It was so cute I wanted to gag. I helped them draw their equipment and board the bus. Entering.