The bed was made and the stockings were not there. I looked around and saw that they had been placed on her dresser. All day I would take a good look ...t any trash can in the house to see if I could spy the stockings.The stockings remained on her dresser until the afternoon before trash day. We always put the trash out the night before because they come so early in the morning. My father was the one who put the trash out when we were very young. He had thrown the kitchen trash into the big can. “Oh,” she heard Susan say, “our young slut bucket’s awake at last”. In the distance Isi could hear some mumbling then a heavy clunk as the phone was put back on its cradle. “They both said yes” John said cheerfully, “£50 each”. “Well my sexy Indian beauty,” Susan chuckled, “as the weather is still too bad for you to walk we’ve arranged some additional entertainment for you, and even better we get paid for allowing someone to use you.”Isi was still feeling groggy and wasn’t really taking in. He knew that he would have to park in the visitor’s lot until he went to the office and obtained a permit that would allow him to park in the student lot. On the first day of school, the visitor lot, as well as the office, was likely to be crowded, so he wanted to get there early. As he suspected, he was lucky to find one open spot in the visitor lot. He quickly took it, grabbed his vehicle registration, and headed to the office. The office was busy, but most of the activity was at the counter. "You shave your pussy?" she asked."What?" I said not sure I had just heard her right, it was a weird thing for me to have heard her just say."That's what she asked me when I slipped off my shorts and my panties. You shave your pussy? Which I did, and which was. That surprised her obviously, again, another hold over from another time, though she had no reason to want to do so anyway, but she was rather curious as to why I had, so then we got into a why I shave mine sort of discussion, which I.