It was going to be a "rush" for me and an experience for Tara.I edited the last three matches that Tara played. I didn't have to edit out very much at... all, just the few times she hit an overhand shot at the net. I made sure to edit about three of four matches back. Then, I was ready.I waited for the right opportunity and it came one night when we were watching a tennis match on TV. I knew that the player from Europe would win over the American player. Tara was sure the American player would. "He's a giant," the girl next to me said with a laugh, taking back her hand and her mouth. "Immense." Your name?" I asked the girl who had spoken, but she looked away from me and folded her arms across her luscious breasts, pushing them even higher and certainly well free of her stays."Please explain," asked Silvia, looking worried."They are feeding the crows," I told her with a grin.Marcie moved away from me as much as she could and said, in a croak, "You mean dead?"I nodded."All three?" asked. " Hearing her say that with her accent kind of gave me butterflies in my stomach. It's like I never stopped being a teen."Lovers palace? Ok then." I said with a smile on my face. In hindsight, that should've been a hint for things to come."Oooohhh someone knows French." She says with a giggle."Oui m'dame" I winked."Ok then I will see you in 2 hours." She said."See you in 2 hours Gal."The biggest 'date' of my life and I had nothing decent to wear. I've always been casual chic kinda guy and never. After putting away my panties, the rest of the day was ratheruneventful, until dinner time with my mother, and sister."So honey, how did the laundry go? Easy right?" my mom asked me fromacross the table."Yeah, It was no big deal, pretty easy." You better be careful sometimes the dryer eats your clothes, I in factlost an article of clothing earlier," my sister added.I blushed being reminded of what happened earlier, and of the currentunderwear I was wearing now."You lost something dear, maybe it.