“Oh, never mind this one is torn!” Samantha said, slipping her fingers through the slit in the panties. “They are all torn!” she exclaimed, ch...cking one pair and then another. She was very puzzled as to why all of these new panties would be ripped down the middle.Julie giggled. “They are not torn, they are supposed to be that way; those are called crotch-less panties, Sam.”“They’re supposed to be like this? Why?” Samantha asked, genuinely curious.“Um, well…, clothes like this are not something. I am going to prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine and four weeks of physical therapy. That should relieve your pain and correct the problem. If that doesn’t help see me in four weeks” and he turned and left the room.Short and sweet thought Scott.Scott asked the nurse who gave him the prescription where to go for the physical therapy. She directed him back down to the area that was next to where he had gone for the x-ray.When he was there he registered for the four weeks three times a week. As we entered the coffee shop, mom and Mrs. Parker headed to the back ofthe place, with Sarah, Holli and I right behind. Holli & Sarah each hadone of my hands, with Sarah holding on to my doll for me. Sarah startedto giggle as we walked through to the back of the shop pass all thetables.She leaned in a little saying, Wow, isn't that so cute, everyone can hearyou coming, with those cute little bells of yours, just ringing away asyou walk. That makes you so adorably cute, because everyone wants. But I still hadn't sunk my club up to the balls in a lady's hole, to skew a image of screwing. My dad got a hole in one, and I, by some miracle, had made par, after several months of playing with him on the local greens. He won the game, but with my handicap, I had actually tied him. He said I was a natural, like some guy Palmer. I quipped, that it was because I was a 'palmer', that my shaft was still a woodie, as I hadn't wedged it in a gal's divot yet. I have a way of mangling meanings,.