“The panty sniffer” part 2 (2 years later after panty sniffer encounter) — I went to walmart last Sunday because I’m cheap as hell and gambled 3/4 of my life savings away at a casino. So I had to adjust from my Gucci wear, to now walmart brand clothing. I didn’t do the laundry because I ran outta soap and shit so I ended up at walmart. (I was wearing the Obama panties btw) — I walked up to the laundry soap section and became sniffing the different bleaches and stuff when…. When I saw him…. — The man. The….m-man. The….the PANTY SNIFFER. – Holy fucking shit! I needed to get out of there, last time we met, it was dark and secluded and now we’re both here… At a fuckinNG WALMART. I can’t take the embarrassment of him sniffing panties. I have nIGHTMARES OF THE ENCOUNTER BY THE LIBRARY almost every night. It’s horrible. —- “Hey!” The man says as he walks up from behind me. “..h-hey” I reluctantly answer. “So….did you wear those panties well?” He blatantly asked. – At that moment, everyone stops and looks at us. A mother shakes her head and her children giggle at the “panty” word the man said earlier. – “Shut the hell up. I don’t care about panties and politics. I don’t even vote!” I yell and run away. He runs after me and takes me to the dirty ass walmart bathrooms by force. “What do you… What do you want from me?!?!!” I tell back trying to free myself. – He laughs again and takes out the SAME BRIEFCASE AS LAST TIME AND OPENS IT. He takes out an orange panty and smells it. He smells that shit so good that even I want to sniff it too. – He releases me and hands me the panty. “Sniff it” he commands. “NO.” I retort. “SNIFF THE DAMN THING.” He yells louder. I get really scared so I sniff it. I give it a HUGE SNIFFING and suddenly, suddenly I lose all feeling in my body. The man laughs and runs away. — I stay motionless on the bathroom trying to stand up. I can’t. The smell was too… Too strong… – I explode into a million pieces 5 minutes later and die. – The end.