..let me take a look." She was about 5-7 or 5-8, very samll waist, nice legs, and a very perky pair of 34C breasts. She had shoulder length brown hair...which was in a pony tail, dark eyes, and a very attractive face. She was wearing a very tight white t-shirt which stopped just above her waist, a pair of skin-tight pink stretch shorts which nicely showed her panty lines as well as an interesting camel toe, and a pair of sneakers with white socks with lacce at the ankles. I knew her casually as a. She was skilled with both paintbrush and pencil, she was brimming with creative ideas and was always down for a good time, no matter the outcome. Despite her outgoing ways and positive attitude, there was always one thing Stephanie hated more than anything; Christmas.It wasn't because of previous childhood experiences, it wasn't because she found her job stressful, it was simply because, every single year, she would find herself spending Christmas alone. You see, even though she was close with. He reverted to speaking English."My friends, all is well. Welcome to ninth-century Scotland."He stood back from the tent and waited for those inside to come out. First out were his wives with the babies. They rushed to Lachlan and when Scott explained that they hadn't lost any time they almost wept with happiness.Next out were Scott's parents."Mom, dad, can I introduce my great friend, Lachlan, Earl of Ayrshire. Lachlan, my parents." It is a great pleasure to meet you your majesties." Lachlan. My face was bright red. "Yes Cory?" I said trying to sound like I didn't know what was wrong. "You wanna explain to me why you're in here and why your not wearing any panties? What if I was with a client, and they saw the sight I just seen?" Cory asked me. "Well I am in here to return the books you loaned me. And it's laundry day and I really didn't want to wear dirty panties. And as for a client, well it's like 8 at night. So I don't think that would have been the case." I said. "I think you.