" "Oh dear," Sarah said. "What about you?" Beth asked. "How did you happen to be here?" "I was traveling with a troupe of performers--" "Performe...s?" "Acrobats. They go from village to village and live on the donations from their show. It's very progressive." "I thought you said you were a princess," Beth said. She abandoned her comb and sat next to Sarah on the hearth. Her voice wasn't accusatory so Sarah didn't feel defensive when she answered." "I am. In Savoy. Have you heard of it?". True to his online name, Panty Man, he loves panties. Only, not new, unworn panties, he prefers worn slightly soiled panties that save the sweet, pungent aroma of the woman who recently wore them. He lives alone without a pet in a high rise, one bedroom condo in Boston that overlooks the Boston Common. Whenever he is off from work, his powerful binoculars scan the greenery of the park watching for women sitting on the grass and paying more attention to their lunch or conversation than to the. Luckily, I could park my car in front of their home, at the other side of the street. I got out of the car, and after I had locked it, I walked up to the front door. It seemed that Sofie had been standing on a lookout, because before I could reach the door, she had already opened it, and she was standing in the door opening."Hi," I said. "Sorry, that I'm late." Hi," she said back to me. "Don't worry about it. My sister and her husband hasn't arrived yet with the boxes."I was relieved that I. The cashier was getting frustrated with the young lady in from of me “I know it’s in here somewhere!” Rummaging through one of those oversize shoulder purses that became all the fashion rage. The more she moved things the more fell out onto the floor.“Look miss!, your holding up my line. So either pay up or leave!” thinking what a snotty attitude to have. Looking at the young girl in front of me, long raven black hair falling out from under a pink ball cap with the words Hermann Tigers screen.