And I hadn’t forgotten about my own naughty habit. I took a pair of her panties while using her bathroom upstairs in her bedroom! I was wearing them...now. And I wanted to touch them.Meow, my cat, Miss Cat, said.Oh, Miss Cat! I forgot to feed you. I quickly put her food in her bowl and taking off my open high heeled shoes I tip-toed up my stairs and into my bedroom. I unzipped my crop pants and removed my own underwear. I turned on my light and stood in front of my full length mirror. My left. "Beats me," Judy replied.Then I put on some shorts and a shirt and went to answer the door. It was our aunt Connie. I was surprised to see her considering she lived 300 miles away."Aunt Connie, what are you doing here," I asked as I opened the door."What, a woman can't come see her nephew when she wants," Connie asked."No, I'm happy to see you, just surprised. I had no idea you were coming," I replied."Well that was the point," Connie said as she came in.Then we hugged and Judy came out of my. You can tell how excited they were, because they were still on school grounds after the final bell. Or maybe that's an indication of how idiotic they were.I had less than no interest in talking with a bunch of excited macho idiots about the fight, especially as most of them wouldn't have given me the time of day this morning. I break a few arms, and suddenly I'm their best friends. I spent a minute or so refusing to answer their questions, only telling them only two things: First, "They. The Buggies change us." Buggies?" Don't you listen to anything I tell you? We have these things inside us. A virus or something else. Not even the brainy vamps can agree. But they form that symbiotic stuff with us. They want to live so they want us to live. Or un-live... Whatever," Alex sounded tired as if thinking was exhausting. " Anyway, they change us. They make us stronger, faster... We can heal pretty much anything. Had my foot cut off by a bomb during the London Blitz. Took a year and.