Heidi shook her head. She wanted to believe Heidi so bad, but if she did she would just be made to be the sucker again. She wanted to look at Heidi and see the truth in her eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“What are you talking about?” Tracey accused angrily as she looked up at Heidi. “If you didn’t do anything, why do you have someone’s dirty knickers?!” She couldn’t get the scent of them out of her senses. Despite her anger and hurt, she found that she was oddly randy.
“Whose are they anyawys?” she hissed with an accusing look at Heidi. “Are they Ginny’s? They can’t be, the arse isn’t fat enough.” Bitterness dripped from her voice. “They couldn’t be hers, she could never afford these…” It was ironic, an irony she noticed, that being poor was something that they shared.
“Unless…you bought them for her!” she shouted, barely able to fight back tears.