We were sick, sick of the horror, sick of the pain, sick of being sick, sickened by all that we saw. We had seen the planes crashing into the towers h...ndreds of times, and even in black in white. That was the most sickening. For all my life I had been able to view the old war footage as a movie. It always seemed as though it never happened, it had been made by Hollywood geniuses, always surrealistic, it never seemed real in black and white. But I watched the towers fall in black and white, the. If we used sewing machines, we'd have way more pantiesthan we can sell at this point, and the girls would go crazy withboredom." The girls in PTSD can't wear a couple hundred panties a day," I said."That's the bottleneck," she said. "Everyone at PTSD wears them, butthat's only fifty panties a day, including the servers and supportstaff. All the female staff, and a few of the male staff, at PrivateSector Protection Systems wear them, but we just don't have enoughpanty wearers." All the female. We sat there on silence for several minutes, both probably trying to process what had just happened. All I knew was I wanted him even more.I gathered my courage and voice trembling said it must get lonely being alone. I inched closer to him on the couch. We sat silently and stared at the tv as I slowly began to lean against him. He didn’t move away.After what seemed like hours, I moved my shaking hand over onto his thigh. He didn’t move away. I leaned against hard and sighed, I slowly moved my. Mom, if she wants to meet you, would you let us bring her up for a while? I mean, since her sister and Mom are out for the night?”“If both of you are sure about her - bring her up.”“If she wants to be naked with us, will you join us?”“Will you film it? Ask her if she has any of those masks.”“We’ll call you in a few minutes,” Rachel said, pulling one of my large t-shirts on over her bikini panties.“Guy, are you wearing anything under that old shirt of yours?” Mom asked and I showed her my Neiku.