Cassandra looks over at the backpack filled with her clothes. “I forgot to change.” She starts to dig through the clothes I’ve selected, then slowly turns to me, lifting out a pink lace thong and matching bra. “Do you know how long I looked for these? I wore them like once, and then, poof, they disappeared. I thought I was going crazy.” I lift a shoulder. “Oops.” “Oops?” She lets out a snort. “It’s a good thing you’re cute.” Cute? She stuffs the underwear back in the bag and zips it up. “Guess I’m crazy too,” she mumbles.
