We ran into the closet, shut the door and stood closely together, behind the clothes that were hanging up. We were facing each other. We were trying ...not to laugh as our cousins were searching the room. I could feel her chest against mine. Its hard to breath I whispered. I know she said. We have to quit talking or they are going to hear us. As she spoke, I could feel her breath on my neck. We were both a little sweaty and I noticed how good she smelled. Little did I know that this simple game. "Dump all your panties on thebed," she directed, pointing me toward my dresser. I opened the topdrawer and pulled out a large handful of my panties and placed them onthe bed. She demanded I remove the panties I was currently wearing and toplace them in the laundry basket. She sat on the bed next to my pile ofunderwear and started holding each up. "Does this coordinate with the brayou're currently wearing?" she'd ask. She knew full well which pantieswent well with the bra I was wearing and which. The first week had gone by and the little time that I had spent with Anne and Derek we had got along really well but Derek was starting to make some comments which made me feel like I had been rumbled!!The first one was when he caught me looking out the window at Anne sunbathing in the garden, "I hope you enjoy the view" he said, another time he blatantly caught me perving at her arse and he whispered in my ear "its as juicy as it looks" he said. On the Saturday morning I went to the driving. .. and Johnny fucked up badly... he almost fucked up the entire deal." I'll deal with Johnny," sighed Roger. "Right now I am much more concerned with what that gunshot might have done to the subjects. It might have brought them back to attention. If they did start attending at the wrong time, then they may have registered a memory. That would really fuck up them... and us... in the worst sort of way. That would make them completely useless to us. Subjects don't last very long as it is and.