Upstairs in our bedroom I watched while she stripped off her tank top and jeans. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and I asked, “Where’s your pan...ties?”“I don’t know?” She smiled impishly. “I must have lost them somewhere,” she added teasingly.In hindsight, I should have asked her how she lost her panties while at lunch with Madeline, but the only thing that came to my mind was, “Where’d you go? Your car was here so you didn’t drive.”“Madeline picked me up and dropped me off,” she said casually.. When my dad found out I was pregnant, all I could think of was that he would either make me raise our baby all by myself, or it would be taken away from me.“I think I knew deep down that you’d fight for our baby. I look at Peggy and what she was facing, and how you and your family stepped up, at first financially and then with more substantial support when it became clear her home life wasn’t stable. If you’d do that for her, I knew you’d be there for me.“I guess what I wanted to say is that. This caused me some concern, but their was nothing I could logically do. I decided it was best just to watch discreetly, and wait for Anne-Marie to return.Anne-Marie seemed to me to be gone a very long time, and all I could do was wait. There was little traffic on the road, and most of it was horse drawn. After a short time, I became aware of a horse and cart trudging up the street, and as far as I could see it was full of semi liquid manure. I imagined that I could almost smell it from where I. I don't want you two sneaking around anymore. However, I also don't want you two making out like rabbits all the time either. Five times, good God, aren't you sore, either of you?" Mom asked."Yes, a little," Erin confessed. "But, Mom how did you KNOW?" she asked nearly hysterical again and in a pleading voice."That was easy," Mom said. "Ginny did her own laundry yesterday, so no one would know what she had been doing. I found your panties in the hamper last week with cum in them. I have washed.