Friday, December 21, 2007

OCTOBER... (Part 28f)

The pledges were required to attend the football game... at least the kickoff. There were no ”tailgate“ parties at that time so the food and beer was served at the fraternities. Few really wanted to go as we all knew our team would be blown out of the stadium. The rivalry, one of the oldest in college football at the time, had outlived its usefulness. The other school had decided to go into football in a big way where my college had not kept up. We didn’t offer athletic scholarships and this game was a classic case of the ”haves“ versus the ”have nots“. I offered to leave Elle at the fraternity while I ”did my duty” but she said she wanted to be with me. It was at least a mile walk to the stadium, such as it was. The field was in good shape but the grandstands were anything but grand. They were the old fashioned wooden ones with no amenities. They were so sparse that there were only two home games a year. I had warned Elle about how far away it was and the fact that there were no immediate “facilities“. The closest rest rooms were at the gymnasium, about a 10 minute walk but she said she was ”prepared“ so I took that to mean she had supplies to make up a “package“.

It was brutal! I remember the other team scoring the first three times they had the ball. After that Elle and I made our way out of the stands and over to the gym, just in time. Knowing there was no way for me to take advantage of an ”accident“ on Elle’s part, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. I remember her saying something along the lines of ”thank you“ and that gave me the opening to ask if she was going to wear her ”package“ the rest of the day. She asked what our plans were and when I said I wasn’t sure she indicated that she’d be more comfortable if she did. That didn’t make me very happy although I knew there probably wouldn’t have any real opportunity to go ”exploring“, especially the way I really wanted to.

We ended up back at the fraternity house and found it basically deserted. We found an an empty soft chair and snuggled up together. I ended up falling asleep. The combination of little sleep the night before on top of the anxiety I was feeling about the upcoming initiation was too much for me. A smack on the top of the head awakened me. One of the ”brothers“ wanted the chair. Elle had said she wanted to change into slacks for the evening since few of the other girls were in skirts and she felt out of place. So we headed back to my room, downtown, once again. On the way we stopped at the fraternity of the guy who had driven her over to find out when he was going back. The first thing I noticed once inside was a row of 4 panties tacked up on a bulletin board in the foyer. I’d thought that my fraternity was the only one collecting ”trophies“. Elle caught me peeking and gave me a nudge. When we found him it was decided that 2pm would work and he could be back in time for the official beginning of ”Hell Week“. Just hearing the term mentioned gave me a shudder.

The meal at the fraternity that night was steak. Smitty, the cook was really good with steak and whenever we had it most everybody showed up. With all the girls there it meant two seatings and, of course, the pledges got fed last. By the time we did eat the band had shown up and the ”real“ party had started. I can’t remember the theme but we had a four piece Dixieland band. My parents were big fans of that genre of music and I’d grown up listening to it. They weren’t bad and the only thing that bothered me was that there was no place left for us to enjoy them comfortably when we were finished. Elle didn’t like the bar area down in the basement because of the cigarette smoke so we went wandering. Most of the fraternities were ”open“ on Saturday nights and we ended up at the other one I’d considered. They had a combo playing dance music and had cleared the furniture to the sides of their main living room. We stayed there until Elle started to get tired. I don’t remember what time it was but I do remember watching some of the guys from that house hauling a passed out girl up from their basement. It was pretty funny because they were drunk and dropped her a couple of times without waking her. The last time they did one of them put his hand inside the waistband of her pants to pick her up off the floor so as to put her on a sofa. When he did the snap opened and tore the zipper. I know I enjoyed seeing her pink panties for a minute or so.

Elle and I never really had any ”up close and personal“ time the whole night. When we got back downtown to the house where my room was I can’t remember doing much of anything other than the usual good night kiss and hug. The party at the fraternity was still going strong and although it was tempting, I chose to ignore it and to try to get some sleep. I tried the sleeping dorm this time and it was better but this time it was my anxiety that kept me awake. Like the day before I was up early. The sofas were mine alone and, as I remember it, the ”yield“ was fairly good. I didn’t find any more panties but there were two more hanging from the light when I checked. I really wanted to take them down to check them out closely but, being in the middle of the foyer, there was always someone coming or going. I’d caught up with Bob the night before and we agreed to go together to get the girls. Bob was almost as up-tight as I was about the upcoming week but he’d found a friend from home who had a car and let him use it. He’d been with Susan most of the weekend which explained why I hadn’t seen him all that much. I felt very jealous!

Susan was from ”money“, if you know what I mean. She pretty much annoyed me, especially when around Elle. My take on it was that she talked ”down” to her. I kept it to myself not wanting to upset the good relationship I had with Bob. As we walked to the fraternity that morning I wondered if Susan knew about Elle’s “problem” and if she did, was that the reason for her attitude. When Elle and I finally got a minute alone I asked her about it and she said she didn’t think she did. She’d worn her skirt again and I wondered what she was wearing under it. All morning I kept hoping to be able to “ go exploring” and to find out but it wasn’t to be. In fact 2pm came far too quickly. We spent most of the time planning my next visit to see her. I told her I’d try to get there the very next weekend. Our good bye was pretty tame. With Elle’s shyness it ended up being little more than a kiss on her cheek. Of course, I was disappointed. But, there were a few very good, if not fulfilling, memories to carry me through the upcoming week. I decided to take my things back to my room and try for a few hours sleep before the “ordeal” started. The girls had stripped and made up the beds fresh for us which was nice. When I went to hang up my clothes in the closet I found a bra hanging on the inside door handle. I pretty much knew everything about Elle’s panties but practically nothing about her bras. I didn’t know if it belonged to her or to Susan even after examining it so I left it there thinking that maybe Bob would know. As I lay down on my bed I found myself wondering just what kind of panties Susan wore. I found it sort of funny, especially in view of my negative opinion of her.

To be continued...

Monday, December 17, 2007

OCTOBER... (Part 28e)

After she’d washed up and changed she came back downstairs and asked if I really minded if she didn’t go back to the fraternity, She said she was ”walked out“ and even her clean and dry slacks bothered her thighs. There wasn’t much that I could say. I think the thing that bothered me most at that time was that there wasn’t any place for us to go to be alone. The living room was ”out of bounds” and the professor was in there reading anyway. Reluctantly I agreed and told her I’d be back to pick her up at 9am for breakfast. I do remember asking if she’d be “nice” and wear a skirt. I also remember her giving me a sly smile before we kissed goodnight.

I’d chosen a bed in a brother’s room deciding against the “dorm” based upon what I’d heard from some of the pledges who slept there. My mistake was that the room was right across from the bathroom. With the party going on all through the night the traffic was tremendous. The door slammed each and every time someone went in or out. And that was on top of all the yelling that goes with a bunch of drunk people. I got very little sleep and finally gave up around 7am or so. I went downstairs and into the living room and saw an incredible mess. Something reminded me that if you went into the creases of the sofas and comfortable chairs there was some good loose change to be found. The sofa turned out to be a good choice. I have no idea how much I found but it was worth the effort. I’d just finished with one when one of the brothers came in and took “dibs” on the other sofa. I saw a comfortable chair in the corner and headed there. The first thing I did was to remove the seat cushion. There, staring me right in the face, was what sure looked like a pair of panties. They were partly stuffed into the underpinnings of the chair. As I pulled them out the brother who had started in on the other sofa saw them and made a B-line right over to me and proceeded to grab them from me. I think I’d mentioned in a much earlier post that the brother’s called any found (or stolen) panties “trophies“ and would hang them on the foyer light. There was some sort of contest or prize for putting them up there. As I wasn’t a ”brother“, this guy wanted credit. I had no problem with that but I'd really wanted to take a good look before he took them.

I hoped that my roommate, Bob, would’ve come downstairs before I left to pick up Elle. I hadn’t caught up with him, at all, since Elle had arrived and hadn’t seen his girlfriend Susan either. I got to the house around 9am and fully expected to see Elle waiting. She wasn’t. I had no way to contact her other than calling up the stairwell and knew if I did the Professor’s wife would be upset. So, I sat on the stairs and waited. Finally, I heard the door to my room open and looked up to see Elle, wearing a skirt as I’d asked, walking down the hall. My natural instinct was to see if I could get a glimpse of her panties but the folds of the skirt didn’t give me much chance for that. As she came down the stairs she apologized for being late. She said she was just about to come downstairs when Susan had woken up. They ended up talking and she lost track of time (just like a female!).

Lying awake in bed I’d come up with a plan to get some quiet time alone with Elle. I remembered how we’d found some time alone down in the ”dungeon“ of the Library when she’d been there for the Spring party. As soon as we finished eating breakfast we headed up the hill. I knew that the rules for access to the ”dungeon“ had changed so was prepared when we arrived. The new rules stated that you needed to have access to a required ”limited access“ text for a course you were currently taking. I qualified even if I had no intention of using the text while down there. Elle was allowed to join me because everyone knew it was a party weekend. I wanted to see just how many people were down there and just where they were located so we walked the entire circumference of the floor before selecting a cubicle. I was so horny I was already ”big“ before we even went into an embrace. As usual, both my hands went to her butt cheeks. I was relieved to feel that she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I sat down and had her stand, legs spread slightly apart, right in front of me. My hands went to her legs and then, ever so slowly, up to her waist. The feel of the nylon was exciting to me. Then, I gently pulled her down so she was straddling my legs and sitting on my knees. As soon as my fingers made their way to her crotch I could feel her give off a shudder. I rubbed her crotch and was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t the least bit damp. I knew what to expect if I slid my finger under the leg elastic... her ”slit“ would also be dry. I didn’t want to be too pushy by asking her to give me a ”squirt“ like she’d been so willing to do, without asking, during the Summer. So, I stopped rubbing and just cupped my fingers under her crotch, hoping she’d take the hint. It seemed like a long time but all of a sudden I felt some wet warmth running over my fingers. It was almost like an electric shock. It took me a few seconds but I realized that my squirt was more like a gusher. I started rubbing, back and forth, and could feel her ”button“ through the wet material. I could tell from her movements that she felt it too. Once my finger made it inside the leg elastic I was right on target. But, that was the problem. She was as ”ready“ as I was but her innate modesty was still in control. As soon as she reached the point where she couldn’t stand it any further, she stood up. I was disappointed but really did understand. This was a little too ”public“ to go any further. If we did, and, although we were somewhat hidden, someone were to walk our way, there wasn’t any way to hide what we were doing. I remember having to take a few deep breaths. Elle backed away and after she did I looked at the floor and saw a small puddle. I asked her if she was OK and I remember her saying ”no“, and smiling. She had a small purse with her and before we went back upstairs she pulled out a pair of her sanitary panties and slipped them on. I hoped to see her regular panties as she pulled them up but she somehow managed to do it without giving me even a little peek.

To be continued...

Saturday, December 15, 2007

OCTOBER... Part 28 d)

Knowing that what would be left in the way of food back at the fraternity would be the dregs I suggested that we go eat at the tavern where the guys from the fraternity hung out. Mo, the owner, let the guys run a ”tab“ of up to $10 and since I’d hardly been there at all decided to take advantage of it. Because of party weekend business was slow so we had a choice of tables. Elle didn’t like the place because it smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer but it was pretty much eat there or go hungry. We didn’t say much at first. Me, because I knew I was ”on thin ice“ about asking her to change, and Elle because she was uncomfortable in a place like that. The arrival of the food mellowed her out some and we got back to her initiation.

Basically what was done was to play games to entertain the sisters. There was a modicum of embarrassment for all but, with the housemother present, they weren’t allowed to go too far. I asked about some of the different things they did and there were a few that got my attention. Right after the ”washing machine“ game each girl, with the exception of Dee who had been the loser in the previous game, was matched up with another of about the same size and stature. Then, facing, they had to undress each other (down to bra and panties) and then they had to dress the other, switching clothes. Elle said they could have used their own clothes because the hard part was in getting the other person dressed. The ”losers“ (the team that was last to complete the task) were then taken upstairs for a cold shower, clothes and all.

One that really had my attention was one they called ”panty raid“. With all the pledges in a circle in the living room the pledge mistress stepped into the center with a basket. She then dumped the contents, panties, onto the floor. Elle said there were really surprised looks on some faces when they realized that the panties actually belonged to them. Each pledge had a ”big sister“ and each of them had gone into the dresser drawers of their ”little sister“ and done a "panty raid". The pledgemistress then would pick out a pair from the pile and walk around the circle waiting for the owner to claim them. Since name tags were in all the girls clothes there was no question as to knowing the actual owner. But, the criteria for the "big sisters" in making the choice for each girl was to find a pair that was ”different“ for some reason or another. Then, after the owner stepped forward or was ”outted“ by the pledgemistress she had to ”defend“ them by answering questions from the sisters. Elle laughed when she told me about a couple of them. They had holes in them and in her eyes they were unwearable. Luckily, hers weren’t the first. She said she was worried that a pair of her Carter’s cotton panties would be shown. Because they were what she wore at night they were very noticeably stained. But her ”big sister“ was kind and chose a pair of her nylon ones. The only thing that was said about them was that they were ”too plain“ and that she ought to upgrade. An interesting aside to all this was that after they answered the questions they had to put them on over what they were wearing.

Other games included relay races up and down the stairs, truth or consequences (the forerunner of truth or dare) and the like. Elle said it was probably early in the morning when they were all taken to the game room in the basement and blindfolded. Elle's ”big sister“ had made sure that she was given the opportunity to use the toilet during the games and right before they were taken downstairs. She said it was obvious that something important was about to happen soon after they arrived as they were all told to sit on the floor and not to utter a sound. She said it seemed like ”forever“ until she was tapped on the shoulder and led into another room. Once there she was ”grilled’ on the history of the sorority and the like. She said that as tired as she was she couldn’t get the answers out fast enough before the sisters were yelling at her saying stuff like she wasn’t worthy of being a member. She admitted that she “lost it“, started crying and really couldn’t remember what happened right after that. The first thing she really remembered clearly was that she was in the kitchen with some of the other pledges and some of the sisters and they were all yelling ”congratulations!”. It was after that started to sink in that she realized she was wet. But the excitement of knowing she was now a full fledged “sister” out weighed that little problem. She said she joined in bouncing all around hugging anyone she could get her arms around.

By that time it was almost 8pm and I was supposed to be at the pep rally and bonfire with the other pledges. We actually had to run part way to make it. I had to check in with the pledgemaster and then wait around until after the fire was started. Being around my fellow pledges right at that time made me sort of lose focus on Elle for a while and when I refocused it was obvious that she had a problem. I, more or less, knew what it was but couldn’t say anything with so many people around. I think I might’ve said something along the lines of “how bad?” and she just rolled her eyes. Wearing a skirt always gave her some leeway but she was wearing wool slacks. When we started walking away from the fire she was walking slowly. By the time we got to about 100 yards away from the fraternity she said the wet wool was chafing her inner thighs and she could hardly walk. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back to my room and get a change of clothes for her. When we got to Fraternity it was fairly empty. Elle said that in spite of being wet she had to sit down. The chairs in the dining room were the only ones that couldn’t be hurt by moisture so we sat down there. I got the idea that maybe we could have my roommate’s date, Susan, to go back and get something for her but I had no idea where they were. I hadn’t even seen them since Elle had arrived. I have no idea how long we sat there but when Elle got up to go to the bathroom I got the idea of getting some of my clothes. At least that way we could get her back to my room and she could get washed up and some dry clothes on. When I told her she laughed. I was 6’1“ and she was 5’6’‘. But she didn’t have any other choice. I told her that if we did that right at that time there wouldn’t be many people to see her dressed that way. The one good thing about the wool slacks was that they didn’t show the wetness that readily so moving about the fraternity and having someone see it was minimized. The real problem was the chafing. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of chinos, underpants and socks. I couldn’t do anything about her shoes.

As silly as she looked with about 5 turns up on the cuffs of the chinos she was happy just to be in something dry and that wasn’t chafing her. When we got outside and alone she laughingly told me that my underpants were "baggy in the front". We took our time walking back downtown. She had rolled her wet panties up in the slacks and gave them to me to carry. Fortunately it was dark and no one could tell what I was carrying. I wanted to ask if the new panties had made a difference but didn’t dare. As I know now there was no way for her to tell. This time the talk was about what my fears concerning my upcoming initiation were... and there were many.

To be continued...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

OCTOBER... (Part 28c)

There were two reasons for looking forward to Elle's visit for Fall Party weekend. One should be obvious. The other was that there would be temporary relief from hazing by the fraternity brothers. Pledges with dates weren’t given a ”free ride” but we wouldn’t be harassed by them. Bob, my roommate, had convinced his “steady” to come and we spoke to Mrs. K. about letting our dates use our room during party weekend. The only ”catch“ was that John, the third guy from the fraternity, would have to find some other place to stay over that time. It took a little persuasion but he, for a fee, agreed. It wasn’t that much but it was the principle of the thing that upset us. One of Elle’s sorority sisters had been asked to the party and she’d arranged for Elle to come over with her and her date. Bob and I moved our clothes and things to the fraternity where we were allowed to sleep in the bunks of guys who weren’t partaking of the weekend and had left campus. I was really anxious to see Elle and was hoping to find some place, somewhere, to be alone with her during the time she was there.

When she arrived it was almost time for supper but we decided to take her bag to the room to ”get re-acquainted“. Fortunately, the weather was nice as we had to walk. I was anxious to hear the details about Elle’s initiation and she was more than willing to share with me. The process wasn’t nearly as drawn out as what I understood to be forthcoming to me. As soon as I'd left Elle two weekends prior, the sisters herded all the pledges into the house. Elle said she was surprised to find all the furniture in the main living room had been pushed to the walls. The pledges were then brought into the room and saw the sisters surrounding them. They were then instructed to go get dressed as if they were going to classes. (As her school was a teaching college the girls all had to wear dresses or skirts to class to get them used to being a "professional". You have to remember that this was in the time that dress codes were the norm) They had to come back wearing a minimum of four items of clothing. Elle said they were all puzzled as to what was happening. When they returned they were told to make a circle and then told to strip to their underwear and to throw their clothes into a pile in the center. They were a little reluctant to do it but slowly they complied... with the exception of Maggie, the roommate who was the exceptionally shy girl. Mrs. M., the housemother who was overseeing the whole process, allowed her to wear pajamas under her regular clothes. After they had all undressed, the pledgemistress stirred all the clothes up. Then they were told to dive into the pile and find their own clothes and to get dressed. They called the game ”washing machine“. Elle said it pure chaos with girls climbing all over each other trying to find their own things. Even though they didn’t know what the ”punishment“ was for being last, no one wanted to find out. Just thinking of about 15 girls in just their underwear climbing on each other was enough for me to have the start of a bulge. Elle wasn’t last but Dee, one of her roommates, was. The ”prize“ for finishing last was that she had to undress again down to her underwear again and then be ”painted“ with cake icing. Elle said she looked gross.

We’d made it to the house long before she finished but we stood on the porch as she finished it up. I had some questions but she’d gotten cold just standing there so we went inside. Under Mrs. K’s ”rules" I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but in the foyer. As Elle went up the stairs I remembered the cotton panties I’d bought when I’d taken my car home. I’d originally thought about telling her about them when we started walking but had gotten so caught up in what she was telling me that I forgot. As I waited for her to return I tried to figure a way to broach the subject. It dawned on me then to ask her about her nighttime “protection” as it was my bed she was going to be sleeping in. When she returned I checked to see if anyone was in the living room and, finding no one, brought the subject up. She said she’d brought her normal “package” for sleeping. She wanted to know why I’d asked and I, a little embarrassed, told her I was concerned about my mattress. She laughed and said it was “safe” as her full plastic panties usually worked. That reminded me that I’d not seen them and was curious about them. I don’t remember exactly what I said but somehow I managed to get out that I’d bought her some new “special” panties for wearing at night. I knew exactly where I’d hidden them and told her to go back upstairs to get them. I also remember asking her to bring the plastic panties back with them. I’m sure she gave me one of “those” looks, if you know what I mean, but her curiosity made her run up the stairs anyway. It seemed like a long time before she returned. I’m smiling as I think of how she looked coming down the stairs. She was paranoid that someone from the house would see what she had pressed tightly against her chest as see peered over the banister. When she reached me she was whispering and had a strange look on her face. She was puzzled about the panties and why I’d bought them. I thought she’d be happy but I ended up having to defend myself. I remember having her feel the thickness of them and, reluctantly, admitting that they were heavier but she still wasn’t “buying” the thought that they would be better than what she normally wore. It was around that time that I realized that we’d pretty much missed supper by then.

I remember pleading with her to go change into the new panties. She’d worn a pad under her normal Carter’s cotton panties along with the sanitary panty for the trip over, "just to be safe“ and still had that combination on. She gave in but ”that look“ was written all over her face as she went back upstairs. When she returned I didn’t dare bring the subject up again.

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

OCTOBER... (Part 28b)

The primary topic was how much difference the operation had made in her day to day life. All I’d ever gotten from her was that she was “seeing an improvement“. I made her spell out just what that meant. She said that she felt she could now safely go about two hours without using the toilet. She said she ”experimented” around the sorority on weekends by wearing just panties but still wasn’t ready to try going that long when out in public... but she definitely could see improvement.

The secondary topic was just how she was making out at the sorority with not only her roommates as well as the rest of the house. She said the roommates had adapted to her “problem” fairly well. It was a pretty homogeneous group and they all got along well. She’d become fairly friendly with two others but pretty much liked them all. The only complaint was from Lois who slept in the bunk above her. When Elle’s alarm would go off to wake her up to use the toilet she could hear it and then, when Elle got out of bed, it would rock. But other than that things had gone well. As far as the “sisters”, other than her “big sister” and the pledgemistress she didn’t think anyone else knew. She knew that Mrs. M, the housemother, had told the pledgemistress and told her not to use that knowledge against her and felt that she hadn’t.

When she’d finished and before I could get “close” to her she wanted to hear about my life as a pledge but I wanted to get “close” to her so didn’t waste much time on that subject at all. I finally got her to come lay her head on my shoulder. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but at least it was something. Just as I was about to suggest that she get “comfortable” by laying across my lap there was a knock on the door. Elle got up to see who it was and when she did I peeked at my watch. I couldn’t believe that almost two hours had passed and that we were going to have to leave soon to get Elle back to the sorority by 5pm. The knock was from someone who didn’t know the unofficial “rules” for the use of the room. When Elle returned to me I mentioned the time and that we had to get ready to leave. When she heard that she immediately turned and left the room. I figured that she did the calculation and knew that she better find a toilet. I’ll admit I was disappointed. Not that I wanted her to have an “accident“ but I’d been waiting to get ”up close and personal“ with her and now it was time to go... or so I thought. When she came back she walked up right in front of me (I was still sitting on the love seat) and undid the side button on her pants and unzipped them. I stood up and slid my hand down her front and found that she’d not wiped. What a rush!. It seemed like forever since I’d been in that area. The soft flimsy feel of the wet nylon gave me an instant hard on. I don’t remember much else other than it didn’t last all that long.

When we got back to the sorority we found most of the pledges out on the porch. Elle wanted to introduce me to some of her roommates and after meeting a couple of them (Dee and Terri) another girl came up and told us that she’d heard that their actual initiation was going to begin at 5pm. That got everybody excited and my presence was pretty much negated at that point. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of girls get excited all at once you know what I’m talking about. I don’t even remember what constituted my ”good bye“ with Elle.

It was two weeks until Fall Party and until I saw Elle again. I knew exactly when initiation would begin for me and it was right after the official end of the party or, 6pm Sunday. The brothers had been ratcheting up the harassment of the pledges and life was pretty miserable. I was stressed almost to the maximum. One morning, at ROTC drill, I passed out and ended up in the infirmary for a day. When I was released I was told to rest and not to do any strenuous activity. I knew if I went to the fraternity I’d just get more crap so headed for my room downtown. I remember lying in bed and then hearing somebody yelling something like ”Anybody home?“ I got up and looked down the stairwell to see a deliveryman. He needed Mrs. K to sign a receipt. I could see her car in the driveway so gave another call for her. Hearing nothing I led him outside. As strange as it seems, in the six weeks I’d lived there I’d never been in the back yard. When they had added on to the house they put part of it in the driveway thus blocking it but there was an arbor and I figured that would lead there. As walked through it I saw a beautiful formal garden. It reminded me of the one at my grandparents house. But what really caught my attention was the ”T“ type clothes line I saw against the fence on the other side of the property. Hanging from the line were four pair of panties. It was easy to know which were Julie’s and which were Mrs. K’s. Two pair were typical full panty briefs and two were flare leg. I called for Mrs. K and she appeared from inside of what was once a carriage house (based on the age of the house). I stayed with the delivery man until she got to us. I really wanted to get closer to the panties but there was no way. When the man left Mrs. K. thanked me for finding her and when I started out towards the arbor she told me to follow her. She led me through the back door and into the kitchen. It was the first time I’d been in any part of the back of the house. Although she was walking me through to the hall I quickly looked around and saw a staircase and another bathroom. That explained why I never saw either Professor K. or Mrs K. in the upstairs bathroom. Back in my room I kept thinking of the panties on the line. I wondered why there were no other clothes along with them. But, it also got me to thinking about finding reasons to ”take a peek“ in the back yard in the future.

To be continued...