"Crotchless?" Even though she was alone and only speaking on the phone Debbie felt a little color rising in her cheeks but she collected herself and r...ply firmly, "No, the full paneled kind!" "Hmmmm," Miranda hummed, "that's interesting." Really, why is that?" Debbie asked. "Well," Miranda replied gently, "more than sixty percent of the women go for the crotchless model." "Don't you find it a bother to have to tug down your hose every time you use the potty?" Now growing even more flustered. My vomit was everywhere. And I’d even shat from fright. Would I be the next one to lose an arm? Or worse? Maybe it was because the Baron had had his fill with the other two that I came off relatively lightly. “When I went to bed after my first night, I just cried and cried. I was assigned a pleasant enough chamber which I shared with the other two girls who’d been with me and the Baron. The girl with the broken nose just lay there with her eyes closed and shivered. I wondered if she’d ever wake. He didn't take her over and introduce her. He sat there and talked with them for nearly twenty minutes while she sat fuming and picking at the pizza.The theater started to darken and she felt Bobby's arm slip around her shoulder and pull her toward him. Their shoulders were touching as the opening credits started to roll. She really wanted to see this movie.After a few minutes, she felt his left hand start to massage her shoulder. And then the fingers started to creep down brushing her blouse. Grass collection complete, I got the shears, and began to bend and clip the edges and crannies, that the mower had not reached. "You're doing a great job!" she exclaimed. Now finished, I stood facing her, almost within touching distance, and said to her that I hoped she had enjoyed seeing a professional going about his work. She laughed, said goodbye, and went down her steps. Part way she turned and gave a little wave.On another occasion, having noticed through my window that she was in her.