“It’s cool, I get it. You’re probably gonna be in the MLS one day so that’s all you wanna focus on. Or maybe, she just isn’t your type.”�...�She is though ... I think,” the outwardly confident yet inwardly shy teen spoke in a hushed tone, finally breaking his silence.“You just playin hard to get?” Dillon quizzed with a screwed up face.“I have no idea what to do, or say ... or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I’ve tried I. Should I be wearing her bra slip and panties or would panties alone do? In my room or hers? I had to rationalize and reason each part of the fantasy. It had to make sense, make it seem accidental. I would never have had enough nerve to walk out in front of her so she had to be the 'discoverer' walking in on me.I began fantasizing about lying on Mom‘s bed in her slip, bra and panties and taking a nap in the afternoon. I would be taking my chances that Mom would walk in on me while I was asleep.. Benji was the family dog and I loved him very much. I used to find it very annoying when he would steal my panties from the dirty washing basket just to run away with them and lick them to death. He was obviously keen on the taste/scent but I didn't give it a second thought.I had really long, jet black hair, down to my butt length and I took very good care of it so when I washed it in the shower this usually took quite a lot of time especially if I were using conditioner and a hair mask etc.. There was a card reader by the side of the door that looked familiar, and Victor waved his ID badge in front of it. Its little red light flipped to green and I heard a click, and Victor pushed open the door and entered, with the rest of us following.This was a small antechamber, with a large metal door that also looked familiar: a twin of the one underground back in Ithaca. Victor opened this as well and we were through.This room was obviously the deluxe version: shiny white walls and all sorts.