Molly, Amy and I were all cheerleaders. I should tell you that the three of us were rather outspoken girls. We weren't shy and didn't take any shit fr...m anyone, male or female. We were all three rather popular. I'm not bragging here; please don't take it that way. I'm just trying to give you a few facts.Two perverts in our class came up to me and wanted to dance. I really didn't care for them when we were in school and I didn't much care for them now. Everything that came out of their mouth was. I have always liked nice underwear, from my early teens looking at glossy magazines. I had suspender belts and lacy briefs and G-strings long before there was any real possibility of anyone other than my mother seeing them. It wasn’t as if I was having saucy fantasies about sexy underwear. Well not many anyway. But I guess that at some level it probably boiled down to making me feel sexy or confident, and so I tend to take notice when the subject of underwear is ever touched upon. I already had. "Elder gave a mild snort of derision, "Never underestimate a novice in the magical arts. They can be more troublesome and do greater damage than a master of the school. They take chances no experienced person would take in order to achieve their goals. That seems to be part of the reason I am here today." Well, we are at the gate. Now allow me to escort you inside so there will be fewer interruptions or problems for you." If you would be so kind only if it will not be a problem for you good. She did not say anything. I just ate it & went back to my room. I was not able to concentrate on studies. Around afternoon phone rang. Mom was asleep. I picked up the phone. It was Dad. He inquired about my studies & how are things. He asked for Mom. My hairy skipped a beat. I was scared, what if she tells dad about it. Mom was sleeping in the next room, I called her out, but I guess she was fast asleep, she did not respond. I went to her room. She was sleeping there in her sari. The pallu was.