But it wasn't only that. Maria was hardly the only person who made overtures of friendship to Carrie frequently. She was just the only one that even p...qued her interests. Even the cute guy who worked at the gas station around the corner who made a habit of flirting with her in nice, low key fashion when she stopped in was usually rewarded with nothing more than a shy smile. Same for Marcus, her co-worker who wasted a lot of time and energy trying to talk her into going out with him after work. This continued every night once I had plucked up the courage to go in once she had left her big chair was still warm as I cleaned I noticed she had left her moist panties on the floor I couldn't believe it I picked them up and quickly left.The next day I waited till everyone had gone home and approached her office I knocked on the door and went in.I looked under her desk just incase there was a black G-string under her desk.My face was turning red as I handed her white thong back she smiled. "Not at all, for I have a hearty sex drive, Mr. Fogg. As my dear wife would tell you were we living in a society that permitted such conversations between the sexes of non-married men and women."'The cad! Using his lovely wife Abigail to complete his charade, but I knew better for his wife had told me only that afternoon of his lack of ardor these past few months.'"Well, Mr. Baring, answer me this, they're your own daughters, why not take them yourself?" I cannot, Mr. Fogg, for I have taken a. I would try my look every chance I got when I was home alone. About a year later, I even began to try make up. I don’t have to tell anyone that those early attempts were what I would have called my “clown” time. As I got older and began to earn my own money I stopped using her things and bought my own. My collection was small, very small, but it was mine. Now, it wasn’t like my family encouraged this, quite the opposite. Over the next five years, I was given the chance to speak with at least.