..”“Or,” she chuckled. “More chatting.”“Cool.”“Yeah.”They stepped away from each other when Eddie came down. “Going to work,” he...said. “Seen Nige?”“Basement,” Joe said.Eddie smiled. “Of course.”They joined Cheryl in the kitchen making tuna fish sandwiches.“That t shirt a hint?” he asked her. She wore her oversized Cramps shirt which hung low enough to nearly conceal her shorts. And the bounciness revealed no bra.“No,” she chuckled. “Well maybe. Might be tonight or tomorrow.”Unlike most women he. Thorf said, “Bob, no wonder you feel so good all the time. This is great.”“Thorf, could you hear the music when you were doing these exercises?”“At first I did, when you were teaching us how to move. But when you showed us all of them in a row. I heard it the first couple times then, I didn’t exactly hear the music, and it was like I felt the music and it helped me move right.”“Thorf, before the last five times we went through the routine there was music, the last five no music was played. The. The only discomforting thing was it was only me and two other girls I knew who were put in the advanced chorus class from middle school. Everyone else was a new face and looked at us as if they could smell the freshman scent from our skin. I sat in one of the empty seats, looking even more like an outcast since most of the other kids were standing, goofing off or huddled in thier cliques. There was no lesson for the day as the teacher was still trying to learn everyones name and make a seating. Bored and tired I grabbed my cell phone and started looking for something to liven my morning up. I pulled up Craig’s list and started scanning ads, most everything posted was pretty much fake or pro’s looking to make a buck. I quickly cycled through the ads , and nothing was catching my attention, and then I saw it ... buy my panties. My pulse quickened, now this is interesting. As a teen I had sniffed my Mom’s panties. More as a curiosity then a fetish, but I remembered how nice they.