No one could know that under the sturdy new blue jeans, black satin tap panties had been smoothed and pulled tightly to his waist, the tiny matching b...lack satin bow at the front of the lace edged garment now hidden by the jeans and a sturdy belt and buckle. Beneath the tap panties was a woman’s panty, a vintage full brief, white nylon lace trimmed with pink satin bows at the waist and at the front of the leg openings and with an adornment at the front with a floral applique. The smooth black. On the same interstate, some two hundred miles from where it disappeared,the black car re-emerged. A young doe, grazing the grass next to theguardrail, bolted back into the forest when disturbed by its passing. Thecar began to slow its seemingly suicidal pace until it was traveling justat the speed limit. Two young-looking girls sat inside. One wasred-haired, wearing a black bodysuit, and smiling sweetly. The other wasdarker-haired, wearing a long blue tee-shirt. Her appearance lookedun-cared. It’s not crap.”“Is it all that?” He grinned.“It’s where it’s at,” she smiled getting a chuckle out of him. “This is why you gotta try snapchat.See look. See all of these snaps I have? Take a look, go ahead, read all my private messages.”He looked at her hesitantly, but following her instructions he checked the texts from Alipants2000. It was totally empty. He tried to scroll up, but nothing was there.“See, no digital footprint. Give me your phone,” she grabbed it up out of his hand and found. I trembled, physically and mentally, atthe intimacy of the moment. My slightly blurry brainsearched for something to say. I wasn’t used tostarting conversations. More importantly, I wasn’t usedto being the aggressor and that was what I suddenlyfelt the desire to be now. I stared at Wayne’s body stretched out before me. Hewas tall, and thin, with the long lanky limbs that Iloved– I love. He wore his usual outfit of faded,almost-tight blue jeans and a subdued Polo.