Chapter One


We used to have a nice house in the suburbs. It wasn't huge or stately, it was just that all-American sort of single family home with the two car garage everyone identifies with suburbia, Norman Rockwell and the show "The Wonder Years".

I suppose compared to the story I am about to tell you, it was "The Wonder Years", everything was easy and carefree. A family of four, living out the American dream.

My Dad, the kind of guy that if central casting at the Disney channel were going to call for a "Dad-type" for a new show, they'd send probably send down a picture of my dad and say "Send up someone that looks and acts like this guy". Nice job as an executive doing something in an office park, home every day by 5, time to throw the football with my brother, or to push me on the swing when I was a little younger, and then dinner with the family.

My Mom, she gets told from time to time she looks like "The Mom on Everybody Raymond" who is also the Mom on "The Middle". that is the only reason I know the actress's name is Patricia Heaton. If I had to describe her, she looks in her middle thirties (mom would thank me for saying that), warm smile, petite build, medium length brown hair.

My Brother, Conner a few years younger than me, in middle school, kind of geeky, really interested in Pokemon cards, Nintendo DS games, and the sort of stuff typical boys are into at that age. He is a little bit of a practical joker, often I am at the butt of his jokes, so there was a friendly little rivalry, pretty typical for brothers and sisters to have. Short spiky red hair, kind of a constant little smirk on his face like he knows a joke you haven't heard.

Then there is me, Ellen, I am 15, a high school sophomore, Brunette, pasty white skin, I guess you could say I am pretty much your average teenage high school girl. I've been compared to Ellen Page before, but I don't like when people do that, but we even have the same button nose so I can't deny the resemblance. Since this story is something you probably already have your dick out stroking it too, I am assuming your wondering, so I'll tell you, I've got a perky little boobs, A-cup and I am kind of skinny.

A few months ago our carefully crafted "normal" world came crashing to a halt, when my dad lost his job. The more money you make, the more money you spend they say, and despite our middle income lifestyle, we ran through our savings faster than my father hoped while he was looking for a job in this dismal economy.

The bank that he had our mortgage through and had been paying for over 15 years folded, Otherwise he probably could have worked with the local banker to keep things afloat a little longer. The much bigger bank that bought out that nice little suburban bank wasn't quite so patient. We thought we may end up homeless. You know we were actually lucky, I am told most people have about two weeks to a month work of savings, and live quite a bit more hand to mouth, at least we made it three or four months.

But all good things come to an end, and having very few living relatives that wer willing to take in four additional mouths, the only person who would consider us was my Aunt Crystal. This was definitely not our first, not our second, not our third choice. This was our only choice. She lived in a Trailer park about 80 miles away called "Buckman Acres", but some kids had vandalized the sign and changed the B to an F, so when my family drove up with all our belongings in the family car (that was scheduled to be repo'd, we thought it actually was "Fuckman Acres".
There are trailer parks all over the world, some good, some bad, this was definitely the lower income kind. The streets were narrow one way affairs, each trailer only a few feet away from the next. We drove past the "Office" which sported a laundromat and pool, that seemed at least kind of hopeful.

We all had this look of shock on our face, I suppose it may have been the first stage of grief. A sort of denial that this could be real, followed very quickly by the other stages. Like it or not this is where we'd be staying and we were having a crash course on what to expect. Like explorers in a submarine, looking out the window in stunned disbelief at a world none of us had seen before.

Next we past two girls, who couldn't be more than my own age. One was dressed in a cheetah print skirt with a green tube top and high heels sporting an oversized purse, the other a white tank top and denim fringe miniskirt. My mom and dad didn't say a word, but my brother broke the silence "Hookers!!". My parents just hushed him, while scanning the park with a mixture of skepticism and pity.

When we finally pulled up to 15 Cherrylawn, my Aunt's trailer we weren't too shocked at the general state of disrepair of the singlewide. It was a little rusted, the windows dirty. It looked like it still had it's wheels, but the rubber had long since been overgrown with brush and ferns.

As we knocked on the door, I kept wondering to myself how there would be room for all of us. I hadn't seen my Aunt Crystal since several years ago around Christmas time. I remember she had some bratty kids missing a lot of their baby teeth who broke a lot of my barbies and knocked over my mom's expensive shampoo in the bathroom and their dad was a real stickler, always yelling and stomping around.

Well a lot had changed in those years, it seemed Aunt Crystal's eldest, Savannah had really sprouted. She was my age, but wow, she was nothing like me. Bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy figure, full chest, and as for her baby teeth, she lost all those and they were replaced with very natural, straight grown up kind of teeth. She smiled really wide when we were at the door and let us in. If I had to say Savannah looked like anyone, I'd say Lindsay Lohan when she was a teenager, full round face, long eyelashes and just a hint of freckles.

Then her son, Lloyd, everything my brother isn't. I think they are the same age, but he stands a head taller than Conner. Handsome, with chiseled abs, very outdoorsy, but not the smartest cookie that is for sure. He was sitting without a shirt on the couch watching television when we came in, barely acknowledging us. Brown curly hair sort of wild and untamed.

Apparently, the man I remembered as the "Father" from Christmas's ago was one of a long line of boyfriends, ancient history to my Aunt. The new one was about the same, wearing a "wife beater" shirt, drinking a beer watching the tube as well, beer in his hand, introduced himself as "Ted". Ted is some kind of security guard. I was never quite sure what he does, it sounded like he is the guy who sits at the weighing station for semi trucks and handles the weighing. Ted's dream is to one day be a police officer. My first impression after he explained himself, was that he didn't tell us much about him except what he did for a living. My theory is to him being a cop was more about control, than about a career. I am told I am kind of deep and some times see things in shallow people they don't even see.

Then there is Aunt Crystal, you can tell my Aunt worked in a bar at some point. She has that whiskey voice, sort of husky. She also may have had a boob job, the first thing you notice about her is those pert, straight hooters sticking right out in a brown tank top and her denim short-shorts that hug her curves. A good thing that your eye is drawn downwards like that, because her face leaves a little something to be desired, but my mom's sister is apparently a few year older, and rough living I am told ages you. I am sure in her day, she was just as cute as her daughter.

I'd say this is all their family, but I'd be remiss without introducing their two dogs "Zeus" and "Hercules" huge barking dogs, that for some reason they keep inside the house, instead of out, so they are upon you very quickly and wanting to sniff around in places, I'd rather they not.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen" Aunt Crystal announced to us as we stood there shocked in her doorway out on what they called a "Deck" (more like a wooden fire hazard).

"Whats that supposed to mean?" My mom said to her sister.

"Oh nothing, jeez, can't you take a joke? C'mon on in, take a load off, crying out loud" Crystal said annoyed at being asked to clarify herself.

I should also mention that unlike us, My Aunt has a lot of people stop by to say Hi, apparently a lot of people are out of work in the trailer park and have free time. They seem to want to come by to shoot the breeze, all sorts of people, from all walks of life. Fat mexicans, old ladies, skinny rednecks in huge trucks. I guess when I say "All sorts of people", I mean people who look like they live in a trailer park, to be fair.

So now you know what brought us here, and how having fallen on hard times I came to live with my Aunt.

"Where can we put all our stuff?" my Dad asked, we'd packed all our valuables, keepsakes, computers, and clothes in the car. It was a hard process, took us hours and hours to decide what would fit in the car, and what would have to be left behind. I only had A few mementos, some track ribbons, and my clothes and make up. My brother had a tougher time, he had all these console games and systems and electronics. Even though it was worth a lot, there was really just no way that my parents could justify bringing it all, so we donated a lot of it to goodwill. You'd think it would have broke my brother's heart but he seemed pretty stoic about it, pointing out he had played most of those. I guess when he finds out there aren't going to be new ones to take their place coming as frequently he'll miss them.

"Just leave it out there for now, I'll clean some space out of the shed" Ted said blankly. We just sort of stood there not sure what to do next.

"Did you want the grand tour?" my Aunt said, and we nodded yes with what may be considered naive enthusiasm. She just laughed and spread her arms wide indicating the living room "This is the living room....okay...that is the tour..." the Living room/kitchen was kind of a single area, and there were three bedroom and only one bathroom.

Sleeping arrangements would be all four kids share the SMALLEST room, while my mom and dad got the second bedroom that was once Savannahs. Suffice to say not one of us had anything good to say about it. Especially since the room we shared had zero privacy and nothing but mattresses on the ground. I saw a little water bug dart between them and squealed.

This brought a laugh to the face of Savannah and Lloyd who were obviously used to such things. "City girls got a lot of getting used too".

"I didn't live in a city, it was more like a suburb" I corrected, which only brought another grin to their faces.

"Well, this aint deliverance out here in the Buckman, so don't look down your nose at us like we are some sort of Country bumpkins" Savannah said in a slight sweet country accent that seemed to imply that she was infact a bumpkin.

My brother for his part, parked it on one of the closest mattresses, set down glued to his Nintendo DS, oblivious. The room was paneled in that fake plywood that is supposed to make you think it was made from real trees, but its about as believable as plastic fruit.

Before I could talk more to my new "Roomies" my Dad was calling us to help get out some things from the Truck. My brother ignored him (nothing new there) but I came, happy for to get out of the tension of my cousins just standing there staring at what they must see as a huge inconvenience

"Hard times at the Fuckman" Savannah said sheepishly. I didn't understood what she meant, but it seemed she was sympathizing with my situation. I was trying to get a handle on my cousins, who seemed to streetwise savvy compared to me.

"So...you wanna play the game of Life?" Lloyd asked and Savannah shushed him.

"Oh, a board game?" I haven't played that in years. I am not sure I even remember how.

"We don't follow the regular rules, we lost some of the pieces, so we kind of mixed it with some of the other board games, you'd like it" Savannah elbowed him in the ribs.

"If Savannah doesn't want me to play, I don't mind..." I said innocently enough.

"No, I'd LOVE for your to play" she said with what may be considered southern belle sassy sarcasm.

"Oh okay, it just seemed like your body language to Lloyd was saying otherwise."

"Well, I am not sure if you can handle the games we play...we can't do it until after supper when everyone is asleep, otherwise everyone can hear us..walls are paper thin."

That night we had "Cheeseburger Helper" for the very first time, I am not sure the word "Helper" is really the applicable term. I choked it down with some sugary red kool-aid in a plastic tumbler glass while they watched TV, no one really saying much of anything.

I should also mention that showers there weren't exactly what you'd call fun, it seems their hot water heater has enough hot water for two showers, and they all take showers around the same time, so whoever goes third and after gets increasingly less hot water, to the point it's just cold.

Hopping out of my freezing cold shower, had the unanticipated effect of making my nipple sprout out extra hard. I looked down and sort of smirked at how it looked, when I noticed that the bathroom door wasn't shut all the way. However, I distinctly remembered I shut it when I came in.

"Where are my clothes?" hmmm, practical jokes, already? I was thinking to myself. They left me a towel though. I was a little creeped out, but not having much else choice wrapped the towel around me to cover my self from chest to mid thigh, and took the short walk down the hall to my room.

Opening the door, I was surprised to see my Cousins and Conner had moved the mattresses to the edges of the room and were setting up a game board that looked one part "Life", a few monopoly deeds, some part of the "Mousetrap" game, what seemed like a hippo from hungry hungry hippo.

"You ready ta play the game?" asked Lloyd.

"In a second, I wondered who took my clothes?"

"Dunno" said Lloyd.

"I had them when I came in to take a shower."

"Well, they'd be dirty from the long trip, maybe mom grabbed them for laundry" Savannah explained without too much concern for what I thought.

"Uh-okay...let me just change into my night shirt then." and Lloyd stared expectantly at me. The room was small, there was no place to change in there.

I bent at the knee and picked out my bra, panties and long nightshirt from the stuff we brought in from the car. It was kind of awkward while I did. The nightshirt said "Strawberry Shortcake" on it. I wish it said something cool like one of the many posters that adorned their walls, "Metallica Ride the Lightning" or "Poison, every rose has it's thorn". However, as a teenager, you still have a lot of your clothes from when you were twelve, and this one had never seemed out of place, well until now. "I am not sure if you thought I was changing right in front of you Lloyd, but I am going to the bathroom now" I said with a bemused look on my face as his eyes seemed to follow my every move.

"Put your tongue back in your head horndog, that's your Cousin" Savannah chided him, with a slap to the shoulder.

"I knew that, I was just fucking with her, ha......but hell, it's a small room, and they don't run the A/C all the time, it's not like nothing we haven't seen before, jeez....don't get all high and mighty about it, it's gonna get real weird around here if everyone is afraid someone's peeping on them." Lloyd was right of course. Privacy would be at a real premium. I didn't think about what he meant about "Peeping" I didn't want too.

When I got back from the bathroom in the nightshirt there was a bit of a snicker from my cousins. It was long down to my knees, but made me look completely out of place.

"Want me to put your hair in piggy tails?" smirked Savannah. I didn't reply and to his credit Conner had been with them this whole time and was still somewhat engrossed in his gameboy.

"So we playing the game? What are the rules?" I changed the subject quickly.

The "Game of Life" as they explained to me, was a mish-mosh of board games that was invented out of necessity. As kids often do, they lost the pieces to several games and found they had put the pieces from some games in other boxes, to the point that it seemed to make sense to them, to come up with a way to play the game as one big hybrid.

"Most of these we got second hand, and I think the only game we USED to play was "Throw all the peices every fucking where!" Savannah said with a slight southern accent, that gave her sort of a redneck girl charm. The accent seemed to come and go at times.

It seemed like a game only "Rube Goldberg" could have devised. You know those contraptions that start off where you pull a string, which lifts a lever, and a bowling ball falls, setting off a chain reaction of impossibly unneccesary steps until it finally boils some tea? Except in game form. Most of the rules didn't even make sense to me.

For all it's pointless side-games and rules, It basically boiled down to moving around the Game of Life game board, and taking "Chance" cards that they had home made themselves. So as I tried to understand the many rules that almost seemed made up while they went, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we were living here by the time school started up again.

Lloyd was the first one to land on "Chance" and his card was "4 noogies from the person across from you" which happened to be Conner. After learning what Noogies were (A noogie is performed when the middle knuckles of the fore and middle fingers are rubbed vigorously against the surface of the scalp, stretching the skin and pulling the hair.) my brother seemed to take an actual interest in the game. He gingerly took Lloyd into a headlock (something he'd never have been able to do if Lloyd wasn't the one telling him to do it) and applied the noogies for what apparently passed for "4 times" but seemed like about a minute.

After a few more rolls of dice, spins of wheels and contrary seeming rules, it was Lloyd's turn to take a card. "Drink from toilet bowl". He said "Oh shit!!" as he read the card out in a pedantic, choppy way that told me reading wasn't one of Lloyd's favorite things. He walked into the bathroom and we all followed, gave the toilet a flush as we stood behind him. Then reached in with his cupped hand, pulled back some water and drank it down.

Conner pointed out helpfully "Couldn't that water be contaminated with the cleaners that your mom uses on the toilet?"

"Uh, it could..if mom used cleaners" the cousins both laughed in response.

So far even though we all took turns, moved our mice, spun the doohicky, the boys were the only ones landing on Chance, I started to realize this was more of a sort of convoluted truth or dare game, just without any of the truth. My Cousins seemed to take the game fairly seriously, so I wasn't about to announce my observations to them.

Conner got another chance card, this time it was "Kiss the person of the opposite sex on your left" to which there was several "ooohs", and a sigh from Savannah who was on his left. "Lloyd, did you add this card to the game?"

"No, it was Shelton, he was planning to make sure you was on his left"

"That gross little fucker...well this is cousin rules....we shouldn't play those kind of cards"

"Your saying Conner is grosser than Shelton?" Lloyd counterd.

Savannah conceded his point, apparently Shelton was one of the neighbor boys who plays this game with them. She just looked at Conner as if he was wasting her time "Well?" she said puckering her lips.."Get it over with".

Conner who I don't think had ever kissed a girl, seemed uncertain what to do, so his Cousin said "You don't know Noogies, you don't know how to kiss, what do they teach you where you come from?"

Conner gave a confident smirk "No, I know how...I just didn't realize this game went there, you know...."

"Less gabbing" Savannah said opening one of her eyes to look at him, maintaining her pucker "It's not gonna be a make out session, and we aint boyfrand and girlfrand when its over, neither.." she purposely misprounounced 'freind' as 'frand' to emphasize her humorous taunt. As she finished, Conner leaned in and gave her a decent little kiss right on the lips, wiping the turned up grin right of f of her face.

"Good, no tongue" Savannah said consoling herself, wiping her lips as if he had slobbered.

Next it was my turn to draw a chance card, I secretly wondered if I would be kissing Lloyd, he'd be my first kiss too just like Conner had been Savannahs. "Wear frozen underwear for 5 minutes". My cousins laughed a sort of "Hahah, you just had misfortune" laugh.

"Uh..ick..what?" I said annoyed at the card I was holding in my hand. It was written in sharpie, so someone had obviously thought this dare up.

"Well princess shortcakes, you pull your panties and bra off, hand them to me, we put them in the freezer, and then in a little bit, you wear them for 5 minutes, what part don't you understand?" sneered Savannah.

"Um...why is this a fun game?" I said not making a move to stand up to try to remove those from under my nightshirt.

"Well, we weren't born with the silver spoon up our butts the way you were, so we don't have the Nintendo DS to keep us busy" she looked at both me and my brother. "We make do...the chance cards started as something else, and over time, we add new ones.....adds a little excitement, you know adrenalin"

"Like huffing gas out of your ATC" added Lloyd.

"No, NOT like huffing gas, Lloyd" Savannah corrected "See, that is the kind of dumb ass thing him and his friends think is fun, killing their brain huffing on gas or paint....compared to some of the stuff they do, this is high art...have you never been to a sleepover, and done a frozen bra?"

"I can't say that I have?" I said navely.

"I can't say that I have" she said repeating back my own words, except obviously mocking my tone and way of speaking in a way I never said it. I guess to them, me talking normal sounded fancy, the way an english person may sound to me. I'd have to do my best to fit in if I was going to last the entire summer.

She told me that, that the cold was going to sting when I put the frozen panties and bra back on, but it thaws real fast, its not a big deal...its more that normally you have to be the one to try to get them in the freezer, and since Mom and Ted are still up, you've got to sneak it in, or they'll bitch about getting your skeevy undies on the banquet TV dinners. So I was gonna help you and put em in for you...." pointing out I wasn't as worldy or savvy as my cousin, and she could be a little more crafty about doing it without her parents seeing.

I bit my lip "Fine", standing up, I pulled my hands inside the sleeves of the night shirt and slid my panties down to my ankles kicking them over to her, and fidgeted with my bra. "Lloyd has trouble with the snaps too" she said eyeing the panties I wore "Grannie Panties". They weren't either, but I suppose compared to the flimsy things she probably wore they seemed pretty conservative. She stood up and reaching through my nightshirt with a single move unhooked the clasp allowing the bra to unsnap and fall to the floor. Taking my night things she disappeared down the hall, to go put them in the freezer.

I sat back down, taking car to sit indian style, and fold my arms in front of my chest. suddenly aware of how sheer the night shirt was without my underthings.

"So....should we spin the hungry hungry hippopotamus or try to sink the battleship, or whatever while she is gone?"

"Just wait til she gets back" Lloyd said patiently.

"ELLEN?" I heard my mom call me from the living room. Lloyd and Conner giggled. I was thinking I must be busted for playing this game.

I quickly ran into the living room "Uh Ellen, we wanted to talk to you" my Mom said. Ted, My Aunt, my Dad were sitting on the couches in the living room. Savannah was creeping around the kitchen, and giving me a "play it cool" look.

"Ellen, my sister took your dirty laundry when you were showering, and you know what she found in it, don't you?" my mom said angrily.

I didn't have an idea.

"Marijuana ciggerettes....." aware of how lame that sounded my mom corrected "Weed".

My face exploded with confusion "WHAT?"

"Now, honey did someone give those to you?" My mom asked with concern.

Aunt Crystal piped up "Are you trying to say one of my babies must have given it to your daughter?"

My mom looked at her sister with a look that seemed to say "Butt out" and then back to me "Honey...do you have on anything under that night shirt?"

"Uh....no, I um, didn't bring anything extra in with me from the car, and um, when I got out of the shower, I didn't have any clean, so I um" I am a terrible liar and I start to get nervous when I backpedal an excuse.

"You aren't twelve any more, you need to be.." my mom about to instruct me on the need to cover up my puffy nipples, which I can only assume Ted was looking right at through my shirt. I wouldn't know because my eyes were directly down on the green shag carpet.

"Oh for shit's sake, Patricia" My Aunt said my mom's first name, I've not heard it in so long, I think I'd just assume my mom's name was "Mom", as funny as that sounds. "Its Buckman, It's summer, there is no air, the girls around here, don't all wear nice form fitting bras like back where you come from, that is not a big deal, are you not going to do something about her bringing whacky tobacky in here?"

My mom seemed to take offense to being asked the question in front of everyone "Don't undermine me in front of my daughter, we've never dealt with this issue before and I am inclined to believe Ellen.."

This prompted a heated discussion (one of many that would take place this summer) between the sisters, before I was dismissed back to the room. By the time I got back, to my room, the game board was still up, and Savannah was ready for me to wear the frosty bra and panties.

"You want to go back out to the kitchen and get that, after all this? I am in how water, I didnt bring weed into the house!!" I said annoyed at the prospect that they wanted to keep playing and possibly get me in worse trouble if my parents saw her pull the panties and bra out of the freezer after I just said I had not had any to wear.

"Okay, so you want to QUIT the game when it's your turn?" Savannah said in a tone that was more a warning, than a question.

"Well can we play tomorrow or something? I just don't want to get them more riled up, they are still arguing."

"Sure, you want to leave your grundy undies in the freezer over night, so Ted finds them in the morning when he pulls out his Swanson breakfast after you just told them you didn't have an extra pair?"

I scrunched up my nose, and gave it a little thought, while Savannah asked "I bet Ted was looking right through that white nightshirt of yours."

"It's pink and white, and you call your stepfather, Ted?"

"He's stepfather number hundred and seventy three, or probably is, I haven't kept count...if we didn't call them by their first names, we wouldn't be able to tell which one was which, especially when she's had two of them living here" Savannah said with a tone that sounded like she really could care less.

"Two step dads at once?"

"Well, one thought he was my mom's boyfriend and his brother was just staying here in the spare room, and the other thought he was my mom's boyfriend and he had ot keep it on the hush-hush from his brother, since he had dated her first and they were all counting on his check, because he had a decent job...."

Something hard, wet and cold hit me in the face. It was Lloyd out of the corner of my eye, he had thrown my frozen bra at me. "While you two LADIES" and he used the word ladies mockingly "Were jawing, I went and got the undies so we can finish".

"Fine" I said, trying to slide the cold panties up over my legs. They weren't frozen rock hard, just really, really chilly. "But can we save the game for another night, after this? It's been a long weird day" I said as I made a face of shooting pain, while clipping my frosty bra on under my shirt.

"Will she get frostbite?" asked Conner very seriously, looking up from his DS, having only paid half attention to the game we were playing.

"No Macgruber" (no idea why they called him that, but it sounded like an insult) "She won't get frost bite, at best, a really painful hard titty...and a frosty butt...I'll save our position" Lloyd said in what sounded like a serious tone that he was going to put the game away just where we left off. Except he simply grabbed all the playing cards, pieces, dice and spinners and threw them into one of the boxes with a grin.

As I laid down on my dirty mattress, with my teeth chattering and the light switched off "Oh quit whining, miss priss, that was an easy one..." I made a mental note to find reasons not to play the game with the cousins when possible.

It wasn't long though before the temporary discomfort faded and the bra and panties became more wet, from when they had been soaked before being put into the freezer. That was the most awkward. I thought about kicking them off to let them dry, but I felt like maybe I was better off having them on as gross as it felt to have something sticky and wet around my boobs and pussy all night long.

In the morning, they were just a little damp, so I barely even noticed. Especially because my mom and dad were freaking out. Someone had broken into our car in the middle of the night and stolen everything out of it.

I stood outside with everyone else, who came out in their night clothes to survey the broken glass on our window.

"How come your dogs didn't bark, the car was right by our house?" my Dad asked Ted.

"Oh should have mentioned, people break into cars all the time around here, no one leaves a stereo in their car, I guess they could see your car was loaded down with goodies, and too good to be resisted".

"Ted, you gave a response, but you didn't ANSWER my question" my dad corrected "Why didn't your Dogs bark?"

"Well god damn, you should probably ask them...how would I know what is on their mind..so much glass breaks here in the middle of night, I don't imagine it would shock them".

We looked pretty ridiculous out there, my mom,dad conner in their pajamas, and me in my strawberry shortcake long night shirt. Ted in the same wife beater we saw him in and his tighty-wighty underwear (which is really a loose definition these 'tighty wightys, were more like Loosey-yellowies). Savannah had on a black "Skynyrd" T-shirt revealing her perfect legs, that seemed to be a nice golden tan unlike my white chicken legs. Lloyd in boxers, and no shirt at all, revealing a well defined set of abs. But of all of us in various states of undress, my Aunt Crystal seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact she had on a lacy thong g-string that said "Kiss me, I'm Irish" on the front (and believe me, those are small letters to say so much and cover so little) and her black bra.

Crystal may have been oblivious, and in her defense, when it was discovered our car was broken into, she probably rushed right outside without thinking to bring a cover up. But the neighbors who heard the shouting and certainly the males in our group all seemed to notice...So did the women and my mom was staring daggers at her.

"Oh, you prude, Patricia!" Crystal said when she realized attention was on her "Take a Polaroid picture, it'll last longer" she screeched across the street three trailers down to an old man who seemed to be watching from his window, causing him to move away from the window and retreat back into his house.

Without trying to make a motion to cover herself, she turned satisfied, and walked back in the house leaving the rest of us outside to deal with the mess.

"That was all our stuff" Conner I think was the first person to state the obvious. The idea that all our earthly belongings were what few things we though to bring in with us when we first arrived had started to dawn on us as we looked at the car now stripped not only of our stuff, but tires, stereo, everything had been removed.

My mom whispered to me casually without anyone seeing "I am glad you borrowed a bra from Savannah, we'll need to talk later" she said and I sort of smirked "No, not that kind of a talk, now is not the time though." Confused, I just shrugged.