Tara had light blue eyes and raven dark hair. She was one of those girls who wore weird hats and black jeans with hippie type tops, but she was smart ...nd she wasn't a feminist. Which is what I normally associated with girls with that sort of fashion sense.Man was I a feminist's worst nightmare at the moment. Ryan laughingly said they probably had an anti-Hunter meeting once a week to discuss all the sexist crap I took part in. I myself abhorred the whole idea. If there was a masculine club it. In disgust? Embarrassment? 'What a fucking package' he thought to himself. Scott, quickly introduced the other four guys in their party, Mark, Craig, Paul and Manny. John said to the group as he was checking of their names on the clipboard,"Well, we better get going. We got a long way to go before we get to Vegas and we're already late." Oh, he said checking himself, "this is my girlfriend Lourdes," addressing the rest of the group who had missed the previous introduction, "she is going to be. (I could be way off base here so don’t scold me if my opinion is politically incorrect)Forth, a panty boy has NEVER seen a panty style that they did not want to at least try on. Yes, a serious panty boy has favorites and their standards. But when panty styles, fabrics, and colors change a true panty boy would feel compelled to explore them just to be sure he was not missing something. Take a thong for instance, I dislike them and don’t even regard them as a panty. But you see that is my. If it isn’t, a simple ‘no’ will suffice. I will be damned if I put up with attitude from an eight-dollar-an-hour hotel clerk. Now is the room ready or is it not?”“Is there a problem?” a voice sounded from Phil’s left.“No problem,” the clerk said instantly.“Yes,” Phil said at the same time. “I realize that we didn’t arrive in a chauffeured Rolls Royce and that we aren’t wearing clothing that costs thousands of dollars. But you can rest assured that my money is just as green as anyone else’s. If.