We can be passionate and affectionate one moment, and nasty and cold the next. Multiply that by 2 women, and you have an exponential potential for ple...sure and misery. Add a man to the mix and you have a powder keg with a lit fuse.This is where my story begins....She was my best friend. In the way that girls have best friends. We did things together, we shared our stories we laughed at other people, we watched T.V. together, we talked about everything, never kept secrets from each other, and. She began to turn towardsthem when an idea popped into her head."Marci, could you come here please?" Ann asked.Mark, upon hearing his feminine name popped his head up and quizzicallysaid, "Yes dear."When he entered the room he found Ann standing beside the sink. "Honey, Iknow you want to watch the football game today but I want to check out thesales at the mall. What would you say if I asked Marci to help me outtoday and in exchange, I will let Marci watch the game?"It wasn't often that Ann. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.She froze when she came across the panties.Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of panties she’d ever seen in her life. The fourteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat. It is on the far edge of the patio, which is busy today, every table occupied. There is no direct path from here to there; Stella must meander between the tables. And so she begins, careful with her tray of two drinks. Careful also with her walk - her heels are very high, and the stone surface is treacherous.As she walks, Stella is aware that conversations pause, and heads swivel to follow her. Apart from the heels, she wears only a kind of loincloth - a white silk cord slung low around her.