Posted by Dorothy on August 29, 2006 at 04:15 [125.230.14.62]
In Reply to: question for beautiful girls posted by beaver on August 29, 2006 at 03:58
Up until "the incident," my life seemed perfect. I was popular and pretty and from a good family. I had a boyfriend and my own car.
I say "until" for a reason. Here's what happened to me.
One Friday afternoon just before Homecoming, there was a football team rally for the entire school. It took up the whole two final periods, so it lasted almost ninety minutes. As a basketball cheerleader (there were two different squads -- one for football, one for basketball), my cheerleading team had to do cheers for the first part of the rally. After that they told us we were free to change clothes and take a shower and return to the rally if we wanted to.
My underwear was awful. I took a shower and was thinking about throwing them in the can; but instead I put them in my bag and dressed in new clothes. Then we went back to the assembly. The bag was on my shoulder.
Somebody bumped into me in the gym. I continued walking up into the stands. Then someone hollered out, "Your underwear is on the ground!"
Turning around, I looked back and the whole place grew silent. There sat my filthy panties. Skidmarked.
People began to giggle and make comments. I walked back and retrieved the panties off the floor; the underwear smelled worse than bear shit. I put them into the bag and walked out of the gym and got into my car and went home. I was so embarrassed that I stayed home sick on both Monday and Tuesday.
Some football cheerleaders called the house and asked my sisters if I was okay. The whole rally, they reported, had been talking about my skidmarks.
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