Panties! I need underwear. I *have* to wear hers. Used? That'sdisgusting! No! Clean ones? She'll know! Can't have that. No!I'm pacing around contempla...ing what I'm doing and what I want when Ifind myself back in my room putting on the bra. I play with the cups andjiggle my faux-breasts. I tease my fingertips along the tops of the cupsand caress my skin and the lace. I don't know when but the spaghettistraps are over my shoulders and the zipper on the side is done up. I'mencased. It feels kinky.. " You know what I mean...I'm just saying that if he was in my position,he'd never get any boys either- he has no sympathy for how I feel."Silence."So, you want things to change?" Yeah! I'd do... anything." That's what I like to hear."***Kirstin opened her front door and looked at her watch. She was quarterof an hour late for tea, her mum would be pissed. She wasn't sure wherethe time had gone; the last half of the conversation had been a bitweird, her memory unclear. Had the purple-haired girl. "St. Louis. I came out here with two friends, but they had to go back yesterday. They took a flight from Rapid City. I kept our rental car. Dumb me! I thought I'd just see a little more of this area, so I thought I'd stay around another five days." I'd maneuvered to where I could hear her, but couldn't see her.I explained my own presence on the mountain; "I was taking a morning run. Good thing you heard me and yelled."I rounded a large boulder with a tall Ponderosa right next to it. Mils lay. “And you are?”“Friends of hers,” said Rob.Then, as Mr C was stuttering over an answer, I heard the scream.“Rob! Andy! Oh goodness! How do you know where I live?”“Always you first,” Andy said to Rob, “They always say you first.”“Morning, beautiful, Mr C,” I made the introductions and as we were invited in Mrs C came to see what all the commotion was about.“Oh, my goodness, hello, mush. What have you brought me, who are your friends?” she asked as she gave me her obligatory kiss.“Fine, thanks,.