" What's that?" The next logical, unspoken statement - 'I hope you think of me when you take them off.'" Linda was almost buckling with the need betwe...n her legs. She knew she would be changing her panties. Good thing she had her pick."Oh my, I hope she does," Jack said. Linda started to close the box but stopped. "Wanna send her to the stars?" What do you mean?" Be right back." She disappeared behind one of the racks. Moments later she reappeared holding something behind her back. She pulled. We (mainly me) were still lifting girls skirts, and I thought my targets were starting to loose interest as they stopped struggling once their skirts were raised, affording me long unobstructed views of their smalls. I was never really interested in what lay beneath the delicate, inevitably pastel coloured fabric, but in the actual panties themselves.It was only a matter of time before my interest turned elsewhere. And that turning led to Derek's sister, or more accurately her underwear. She was the victim of a hoax.What else could it be? *** After a few hours of welcome distraction, Leslie was back on the road, headingdown pastoral Route 29 towards Charlottesville. It was turning dark, not thatshe minded driving at night; in many respects, it was usually more peaceful.But on this particular night, a sense of dread crept into her mind. It didn'tmatter what music she played on the junk cassette player or whether the windowswere up or down. That uneasy feeling nibbled then. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulder at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close to him and he pressed his lips against mine. His warm fingers roamed up and down along my waist and sides of my stomach and my tongue found his, exploring. Then, he pushed everything off his desk, bringing me.