I had on a loose fitting pair of trousers and a tshirt, slip on shoes and no socks. I was doing my usual tour of the local charity shops looking for p...airs of pantyhose, stockings and any other suitable lingerie, either for myself or my wife. If it was for her it had to be new as she didn't like wearing cast offs. As for me I liked to think about who might have previously worn any panties or anything else that I put on. Did she have a shaven pussy? Or a hairy pussy? Had she been fucked while. "So anyway," Jason tried to recover some of his composure, "yes, I look at dirty pictures sometimes. Not today though." "What? Why not today?" Jason shifted uncomfortably. He was sure his erection was starting to show. "It's my turn to ask a question." "You can ask two in a row after you answer mine. Why no dirty pictures today?" "I don't think I'll need the, uh, extra stimulation... today." Jason stammered, knowing it was a cop out. He asked a question quickly before she could protest.. "When I didn't say any more, she finally looked up at me. "You still don't believe, do you?" No." We'd had this discussion before."You should really try to keep an open mind about all this," she chided.I sighed. She was right, of course. There are countless examples in fiction in which the scientific mind has been represented as a "closed" mind. And in fact, there had just been too many strange events in the past few months to discount the presence of... SOMETHING; but whatever it was had to be. It was long and shiny and I mostly wore it in a pony tail. I was just at that stage between girl and woman where I loved to pretend to be older than I was, but at the same time I liked to play with dolls.Then came the day Ken asked me to go to the school dance. Ken was seventeen and a junior in high school. I was thrilled that such a "man" would ask me out. I asked my parents if I could go and their answer was an emphatic NO! I was too young to be able to even think about dating. I could start.