He was right, the lake was load with fish. He had a metal milk crate that he had make a top for and had a small rope tied to it that he could use as... a live well. He told me to put my fish in as I caught them then I could keep the ones I wanted and turn the others back.. He stayed there with me for a while then said he was going to head back to his house. He told me he didn’t come down to the lake any more, that he didn’t care much for fish to eat and his health was getting so he couldn’t. The Usher's face was expressionless. "The Understudy will see you now," he said simply.Shana rose and looked for her sandals. "Bare feet," the Usher said,in an absent-minded tone, almost to himself, and climbed back down the ladder. Shana suppressed a sigh. Cold concrete, the sandals forsaken.She climbed out and down the ladder, ignoring the Usher's upward stare. The Usher brought Shana to a dimly-lit room at the far end ofthe complex. She was greeted by the sight of a strange contraption in. I showed her the recent video. It was nothing. Pooja and her Ex were both sitting in the corner of the bed, that’s all. But that is enough for me to show to Sam. Both of them meeting in a hotel without his knowledge.She knows if Sam sees this video, he will confirm that she has an affair with the other guy even though she never slept with him. She came and sat near me. I was feeling really bad for her. She is too pretty. I couldn’t see tears in her eye. I thought I will delete the video and. But no one was aware that he was secretly a sissy pantyboy – that he loved to steal panties from his wives’ friends. He would sneak into their houses, steal their dirty and clean panties and later wear then in the privacy of his own home.It was a beautiful day and he came home during his lunch break. The office wasn’t too busy so he decided to finish his projects at home, and it was the perfect excuse to come home early while everyone was away in their quiet sleepy suburbs. He drove slowly and.