You just watch her awhile.

You watch Holly walk into the bathroom and standing at the sink she flips on the light. From your angle on the bed you have a good view of her side and back as she wets a cloth and wipes her face off before using it to wipe her chest, arms, and then her arm pits. She gets another cloth and after wetting it she wipes down around her slit. Putting the cloth away, she lifts her arm to smell her armpit, revealing she has another small rectangular tattoo on her flank under her armpit with lines that look like writing. Wrinkling her nose slightly she grabs a stick of deodorant off the vanity and starts to apply it to her armpits.

"Since I just got done telling you the uplifting story of my love life can I ask you about yours?" she asks walking to the door and leaning against it looking at you.

"Uhmm, not that different," you state after thinking for a while. "I mean yeah back in high school I dated the same girl for about three years but that was years ago. My adult sex life is kinda like yours, not lacking for company just companionship."

"What happened to her?" Holly asks.

"What happens to a lot of high school romances -- once you leave high school you just kind of drift apart. I mean there was no messy break up and we're still actually friends, we just went are separate ways." As you're telling her this a vision of your ex-girlfriend Jackie forms in your mind -- to this day you can almost perfectly recall every inch of her body as well as her personality. She had a completely different physique than Holly and her personality was almost a complete opposite of yours but somehow you became fast friends before you started dating, which is probably why you remained friends even after the two of you separated.

"Huh," she mutters quietly, possibly picking up on your reverie. "I'm a little envious of you both."

"Shit, sweetie, I didn't..." You suddenly realize how what you told her must make her feel given what she just told you.

"Don't worry about it," she says cutting you off with a shake of the head. "I asked, I got to get to know you a little more and I actually think it's kinda sweet." She smiles before pushing herself off of the door and goes back into the bathroom.

After smelling herself again as she goes she mumbles, "Screw it, I'm just gonna take a shower."

She disappears from your range of vision.

"I'll join you," you call to her, getting up off the bed.

This causes her to quickly come back to the door and outstretch both arms to the frame blocking your way in.

"Oh nononono! I see what your angling for! If I let you in here I'll never get back to work!" she protests, holding the line but also smiling at you.

Leaving the door she goes out to the living room and returns with one of the key rings off of the wall.

"Here!" she orders, throwing them at you. "Why don't you go and get the stuff out of your car while I shower?"

Noting the number of keys on the ring, actually three key rings linked together, you quickly count them.

"Um... Sweetie, there's like fourteen keys on this thing, not counting the one for the Nissan," you falter, holding that key rings up to her.

"Yeah, that should keep you busy for a little trying them all and bringing in your stuff. That'll give me enough time for a quick shower at least," she smiles. "Now go on, get dressed." She closes the door behind her and you hear the faint click of a lock.

Being locked out of your first choice, you suppose you might as well do what she said and go to get your clothes off the floor. You notice the pile of her clothes besides yours and, right on top of that pile, her panties. Seeing them causes an irrational thought to cross your mind, one you are somehow compelled to obey.

Reaching down you pick them up.

"Fine but your panties are coming with me!" you yell through the door, not quite knowing why your doing it.

"Ooooookay!" you hear her respond in a tone of puzzled bemusement. "Whatever floats your boat, babe! Just go get your things already!"

While you hear the water turn on, you get dressed and after folding them up neatly, you put her panties in your front left pants pocket. You go outside and down to the garage, staring at the keys in your hand as you do so.