I looked at myself in the mirror.I looked at myself in the mirror. I shivered. My penis recoiled like I had been swimming in ice water. Rod knew, damn it. He knew in a way that I wouldn't even admit, what was going on for me. I picked up the tooth paste as if I was going to brush...then put it down, turned and pulled the panties out from under a pile of fresh washcloths in the drawer. Part 2 I dropped my p.j.'s on the floor and stepped into the panties. Of course they didn't belong to "a friend". Of course they were mine. And Rod knew it. I untied and re-tied the three little red bows that decorated the crotch of the panties. Seeking to delay my return to the bedroom I pulled a brush across my hair and rolled some deoderant up into my smooth, shaven armpits. In anticipation of..., of something, I gargled. For a long moment I stood and looked in the mirror, pirouetting on my toes. They did look good on me. Reassured, for the moment, I turned and re-entered the bedroom. Rod had his back to me, looking out the window. He turned as I entered. "Well, they seem to fit you quite nicely," he said. |