By the time passed, I was close enough to almost all of them, except the ones who still acted like I was in the early phase. Some of the guys had been...on their own right from the time college started, not talking to anyone and spending that forty-five minutes journey calmly and in peace. But with us it was different, we were always screaming and excited in joy with each other. No one ever kept quiet and peace was not part of our journey.I was now in the group with Emily, George, Summer (Emily's. Dan comes over taking my arm and leading me to the table. Amanda hurries into the kitchen as we sit down. ‘Captain is there a problem?’ I nudge him as I speak Dan sat me next to him. ‘No, these are newer men, not good at spotting friendly injun. In that get up I don’t blame them for being nervous. I’m just glad they didn’t bring their rifles in, hate to be putting more men in the ground.’ ‘I don’t have enough ready for all six soldiers. I can make more if they are ready to eat.’ Amanda says as. I guessing it was french cut panties. This I guess started it all with my my turn on. Thongs other so called sexy underwear arent really a turn on for me as much because u are almost putting on a show. But with high cut or french cut panties it give u that more inneocent look that you were not expecting to show off. I remembered there was an earlier time I was again in middle school and the girls locker room was door had a slight crack in it(not closed all the way) I was walking by and I saw a. My little magpie., she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfort was long gone. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasnt going too well. I still hadnt made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so. What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?, shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with.