This Story Is About Cindy 1:3
PART 1 CHAPTER 3 Cindy came back about ten minutes later, holding the blue and white stripped panties. She yelled at Claire that the next time she found her underwear left in the bathroom she would throw it in the pool. I choked on some oxygen as I realized I had almost sniffed a thirteen year old’s panties earlier… yikes. The rest of the evening was a little dry, no pun intended. We got out of the pool, dried off, had some dinner (burgers her Dad grilled and a salad her Mom had thrown together) and then left. Conversation had been dull and quiet, and I could tell Cindy was still super embarrassed. Even the following Monday at school she shied away from me and refused eye contact. She even skipped lunch. Tuesday was similar, …