Dale - Work in progress
“Oops!” Connie said holding up the pair of emerald green panties. “Somebody lost something. How does that happen? How do you lose socks and find other people stuff in your wash?” She grinned and tossed the panties on the shelf. “Uh, those are mine.” Connie blinked at him. “Yours?” “Mm.” “Yours as in you have a thing for women’s panties? Sneak through back yards, pulling them off clotheslines?” “No. No, I wear them.” ...