...." "Sounds to me like you're not sure, but you're interested in seeing...am I right?", he said, quizzing me further, narrowing the field. "For the most part I guess that's something that...", I was determined to try and complete a sentence. To no avail. "Do you have a girl friend?" "Well, no, that is, not right now, you see I just..." "Whose pink panties are those in the drawer in the bathroom," his voice had dropped to a whisper. There it was. Someone found out. I had to be quick. "Well, they, uh, a friend left them here a while..." "A man or a woman," he asked. I could hear the smile on his face. " "While you're thinking about the answer to that, do me a favor and go get me a warm wash cloth," Rod said, momentarily breaking the tension. I indicated my assent by sliding out from under the sheet. "If you want to get comfortable in a new way when you get back, just take a minute while you're in there and see if you can't squeeze into those panties your, uh, friend, left here," he said as I tiptoed toward the bath. I just didn't know what I was feeling as I moved woodenly into the bathroom and closed the door. |