You Always Feel Like Someone Is Watching You?

After finding this fortunate treasure trove, you don’t really spend that much time thinking about your new found used panty collection. Except for the time you spend examining the material. And the time you spend counting them. And the time you spend trying to sort them into piles based on whether you think they are from the same girl or not. And it’s best not to go into how all of this interacts with your masturbation habits. But, basically life goes on for you.

You go to class, and get yelled at by the professors for not doing all of your homework. You eat lunch in the food court because you don’t have time to cook your own food. You even at one point leave your panty soaked haze to go to a Battlefield tournament with a few friends. This is the first time you notice something strange. A canary yellow Mercedes follows you down the road to your friend’s house, and when you head back you can almost swear you see the same damn car in your rearview mirror.

It continues like that for the rest of the week. Rustling in the bushes seem to follow you around quite a bit. At one point you get tired of it and try to see if you can find someone following you while you go on a walk. You bet you’ll catch your stalker when it’s just you and them in the park. No one shows up. Instead, when you return home, you find that someone had tried to open your dorm room. Besides, Todd of course. A quick phone call confirms he hasn’t been back in town in about two weeks because he said he’s on a spiritual journey with some Mexican dudes who call themselves “Coyotes”. You don’t have the heart/give enough shits to tell him that Coyotes is the nickname for Mexican people smugglers.

Later that evening, when it comes time for you to pick out which pair of panties to sniff for your nightly ritual, you decide to pick out a cute pink pair with Hello Kitty on them. This is definitely one of the pairs that belong to the girl who left the backpack. If the design wasn’t enough, then the sweet musk from the pair would clue you in. You’d only just started when you hear something odd from outside. You throw open your blinds, and right in the middle of the hedges next to your window is the exact same girl, wearing a black hoodie and sweat pants. She’s hunched over like she just hurt her foot somehow. You still have her Hello Kitty panties in your hand. You stare at each other in a state of total awkwardness.

“So..” you say, opening the window just a crack and hanging out. “..did you just show up for the party, or have you been enjoying the show?”

She smacks your face.