"You wouldn't do that to me in my old age, would you, Mr. Bennett?"I suppose not," Frank admitted. "Then you'd get unpredictable on me, and I wouldn't... get this bootlegged cup of coffee every morning." Touché!" Floyd replied. They touched cups in a kind of early-morning toast."Floyd, I have a visitor coming in today; Mr. Shoreham." Yes sir; Miss Jeannette put him on the list last night." Be sure he gets the full security treatment when he gets here—ID, sign in, the works." Why sure, Mr. Bennett,. ." What the hell was it like then?" she demanded in a pinched voice he could hardly hear."He had walked out on you, leaving you in the lurch..." And what business was it of yours?" she asked in that same vicious whisper. "It was my life, and that was my husband you were attacking! Did you think you could paint him with a big black brush so I'd drop in your lap, lover?" Angrily she shoved her chair back, then pulled it back even closer to the table, "Was I some kind of prize for you, if you. After the sudden braking she pinched my ears an said “naughty boy” . we went back home ,that day also went un event full but the sparks had started between us. For my luck the very next day her whole had to go to their native place for a wedding she stayed back on the pretext her job. Actually the day was an off for her.She was also missing her sex.my parents both were working so they left around 9 am . her family had left earlier. So we both were alone in our own houses. She called me at about. Skirts and pants pooled on the floor. Used panties hung over the side of the hamper. Shoes lay were they landed when she kicked them off after a long day.I saw what I was after. The black A-line skirt, cute with pleats and polka dots, was hanging up, way in the back corner. I’d never seen her wear it. I took it from the hanger and let the soft, flowing fabric sift through my fingers.The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties.