.’ A scene unfolded before me. I allowed my gaze to glide over the congregation and finally settle on the back row where a little family sat. A brig...ht little blonde head caught my eye…..Katie. She sat with her parents, holding her little doll. Suddenly, the church service was over and the preacher announced that everyone was to gather downstairs for a small luncheon. Katie and her parents walked towards the stairs and I followed , unseen by anyone. As everyone began chatting and eating their. Mother said that when I wear fancy underpants, and a boy happensto see them, that's like teasing the boy and they get all funny. Sheasked if I'd ever felt that way when I'd seen a girl in her panties. I'dtold Mother that I wasn't like that. I'd look away if a girl were aboutto show her intimates. Mother put her hand on my shoulder andcongratulated me. I was a true gentleman, she called me. Except now whenI was walking around like a ballerina, and she liked that just as much.For dinner, Mother. I looked around.Perhaps I was the first woman who was investigating a sexual harrasment of which she was the victim.But I wished to go in a professional manner like Dexter the blood spatter analyst with miami metro.Ofcourse there was no blood.That was important coz it meant i was still a virgin.Now returning to the question whether crime did happen.Fact 1 ,I had gone over and over again in my mind,I had not removed my panty,I was wearing it while sleeping.So it did happen.Now how did the person. "I bet that's the kind of stuff you'd like ME to do, Isn't it?" She says as she turns to me.She's trying to sound stern again appalled but seems to be falling shy of the mark. We stare at each other for what seems like a long time. My hand is steady moving up and down in my lap. I'd love her too, but I don't have the nerve to say it out loud."Are you going to cum looking at me?" She asks in a low soft voice now almost like she's thinking out loud. Hearing her say that makes me shiver and I.