To lingerie salesclerks, panties are just pieces of fabric. To me, they are essential.Further, it was deliciously humiliating because they noted the ...bsenceof a wedding band on my hand AND noted my Naval Academy ring. One of clerks demanded, "You're not married. Are these for you then?"Blushing furiously, I explained with *beet red* face, "These are for mewhen I'm running. I read an article about it and want to try it." Theclerks (yes, they congregated around helpless, bashful old me,. Her face had only just lost the blue traces of its last encounter with a fist where Mick had punched her during an argument over a crack pipe. He'd fucked her well and proper and still kept the fucking pipe. Bastard! He wouldn't be getting a Christmas card from her. Not that Olive ever gave anyone Christmas cards anyway.There wasn't just the Fat Cunt landlord. There was also Oz who'd want either the smack he was expecting or his grand back. Olive had no illusions about Oz's charitable. “Three hundred,” I blurted in negotiation.Ashley smirked, knowing that for me to offer another amount, meant I was accepting her crazy challenge. “Three hundred?”“Three hundred, and I’ll do it.”Ashley smiled with a look of conquest. “That’s crazy. Two hundred, but I’ll need proof. That’s my final offer. But I understand if you chicken out…”“Deal,” I said with a smile, feeling sly that I got her to double the amount. I took her drink from her hand, threw my head back and emptied it. I gave her. “Thank you Tania, now I will be weak enough to tie you down, but first I think you’d better use the toilet. I’m not sure how long you’re going to be here.” I said to her. She smiled her thanks and ran from the room.I looked at the camera, which was still watching me. “Janet, I hope you realize that if I had been the type of person that the social services think I am then Tania would been in serious trouble, she’s too trusting for one thing. Undressing in front of me like that . . . well, she.