The doctor told me keep it elevated and the swelling would go down. I was sitting at my desk with my legs up on my desk thinking naughty thoughts when... I slipped my hand down under my skirt and absentmindedly started teasing myself. A friend had asked me to start going commando and here I sat, sans panties. I had just been to my favorite waxing salon before my accident so I was nice and smooth to my touch. My skirt was bunched up between my spread legs as I let two fingers slide inside my moist. Argued about who was suppose to do what. Shit, we even argued about what damn toilet paper to use and how it should be on the roller, such petty things that eventually separated us. Maybe we were just too proud to blame ourselves. We didn’t seek counseling. I couldn’t have some man or woman tell me how to live my life. Maybe it was a mistake. But our lives are full of them. I came home one day and Beverly was yelling about finances. I was a full-time police officer and she worked part-time in. In fact it isn’t until she hears a cruel feminine laugh that, almost in a panic, she pops up and looks around.There, just inside the room, stands her husband. Frank. Frank and ... Frank and Becky!Becky was her oldest female ... acquaintance? Certainly not friend. At best they were rivals.Becky was always just a little bit better than Donna at everything. And she never failed to remind her, or even rub her face in the fact.Even now Becky was her supervisor at work.Now here she was in her own. That should be the furthest thing from his mind. It was just clothes after all. There was nothing magical or special about them just because they had recently been on her body.He reached out toward her bra, surprised to see his hand trembling. What was the matter with him? It was just a piece of cloth after all. He quickly snatched it up and tossed it onto the pile with the rest of her clothes. Then he did the same with her panties, and bundled the whole thing up.There. That was all there was.