That didn't matter though. The girls always seemed to be attracted to my deep blue eyes, chiseled chin and soft blonde hair. I played guitar my whole ...ife and that drove girls crazy. They love a rock star.When I was eighteen, I joined the military. I was infantry in the Army. While away in Iraq, my dad got remarried to a woman named Hilda who had two children of her own. When I finally got home from duty, I met my "new" family.Hilda was a forty something divorcee with short blonde hair. She was. However, the girl that I saw on that Friday evening was one that I would never forget. The girl with the pink flowered panties.I was putting my clothes in a washing machine when the girl walked into the room. I didn't know her name or who she was. All I knew was that she was beautiful.The girl was about 18 or 19 years old. She had blonde hair and brown eyes. She had flip-flops on and was wearing a pink tank top and a tiny dark blue miniskirt.The girl walked over to a nearby washing machine and. ’ ‘Sorry,’ Amy said. ‘I’m off tonight and all weekend too. Ericka is doing everything she can to cut my hours.’ ‘Why would she do that?’ ‘Don’t play stupid, Rashawne.’ ‘I don’t have to play. Seriously… I’ve told you a dozen times, there’s nothing going on between me and Erika. She’s the boss! And she’s.. what? In her thirties at least! I mean, give me some credit. She’s just playing mind games with you.’ Amy giggled and took a short hit off the bong before Alyson broke it apart and repacked it. Everything as been cleaned to within a inch ofits life. It's quite obvious without pressing the matter that your youngboarders are in very capable hands." Oh yes. Our hands are very capable," Jennifer confirmed."You've not met my daughter, Sophie, Jennifer," Madame said, indicatinga second visitor.Coolly Jennifer turned to take in the young girl seated on the red sofa,panning up from her white socks and trim firm calves to her straightknee-length pleated skirt. She was wearing a one piece day.