She quickly grabbed a pair of cute tight jeans that showed off her amazing, tight ass and a bright blue three quarter shirt that brought out the green...in her eyes. She quickly swiped on some mascara and lip balm, and slid her feet into a pair of comfortable flip flops. Molly grabbed her Art History books and tossed all of the books and papers in her bag along with a pen. She grabbed a jacket and out the door she went. She got to class with ten minutes to spare, so she snagged her normal seat in. A country that seemed so lost to these soldiers knew the cause they had died for. (The red, white, and blue)But still, the soldiers in black moved on knowing very well they were headed to a new and better combative campaign. They were full of fear, sadness, hate and love all at the same time. They marched on with this "feel" in their hearts and minds, the feel of dying and death lurking amongst them, knowing full well that everyone had a day to die and a place to die. But, they only knew orders. "Come on Paris. Dish! Who was he? Was he someone we know? He must have been pretty damn hot for you to let him do that," the third girl said, referring to the bite marks on the blonde's neck.Paris wanted to sigh, grind her teeth and laugh all at the same time. How had she ever been best friends with this pair? They took nothing serious except boys and possibly make-up. Not that they were bad people but their aims and desires had parted from her own long before she had become friends with. Or perhaps she simply could find items there that weren't availableelsewhere: out-of-style, odd, modified by previous owners, visibly pre-worn. Whatever. I had been lounging around my modest apartment inlipstick, panties, a camisole, stockings, and knee socks. Stockings ANDknee socks? Not exactly a cool look but what can I say; my feet werecold. After she called I cleaned off my lips, stripped down to just thepanties, checked myself in the mirror mentioned above, silentlycomplimented.