Those real old jeans that I'd worn to the mall yesterday were folded over a chair. I tried wearing them again. They fit -- more or less -- but they ju...st didn't fit right. They were much too loose in the waist, but barely got around my hips. They bagged in the seat and, worst of all, they had a bulge in the front. Who needed something like that? I put on a yellow blouse with a cute "Peter Pan" collar and a matching yellow-brown skirt. I just wanted to relax, so I put on a pair of socks, rather. "And I thought I was a bitch." Jamie, you're not a bitch." I said."Whatever you say, My Lord."I bit my tongue and moved on. Of course, moving on got me exactly ... no where. I should have realized sooner that something was still very wrong. When I was working on the Palm Springs case just looking at the images of those little girls had been enough for me to start making connections, yet in all the time I was with Rebecca going over images and memories of her partner I never had so much as a. If it wasn’t enough that you conjured her up and summoned her to you, if it wasn’t enough you seeing her in her bra, now you’re seeing her in her panties too. You must be so sexually excited seeing her in her bra and panties. Finally, you’re seeing the woman of your dreams in her underwear. Tell me. What color panties is she wearing? Pastel? Printed? Multi-colored? Stripped. Printed. What style panties is she wearing? Bikini? Thong? Full cut? Briefs? Hipsters? Boy shorts? You decide whatever. Who says "indeed" in this kind of situation? The blonde girl must have sensed I wasn't sure why i had said that and started to giggle to make me a bit more comfortable. "Are you lost or something" She asked. Now trying to not seem any more pathetic I wasn't going to admit it in front of these two bombshells. "Nahh me... i'm a born navigator...but seriously where the bus stop for fuck sake" I said, happy that that came out not just another high pitch squeak. "Awwwwwh so you ARE lost!!" they.