"So Michele; will we ever meet again?" Mike asked pointing to her name badge; she had put on her jacket ready for the imminent landing."We might; you ...ever know," she smiled back and offered her hand."Michele Bouvier," she introduced herself."Mike Harris," he smiled back."A souvenir," she winked at him and dropped a small package into his lap.When she had gone he opened the package and found her stockings and come-soaked knickers balled up together and tied with a ribbon. They smelled of. And still other men like to wear the panties. They'll try them on to feel their erection burst through the fabric. To achieve these heightened experiences some men will often steal or spend money to get the items they desire.Stealing the panties can be a kick in and of itself. Any sex act that involves taking a risk like that is usually motivated by adrenaline. As much as the man may want the panties, he also gets off on the experience of getting away with the crime of stealing. This is so. He'd taken Jim's warning to heart, or he'd decided to get far away from his fellow card players before they got to talking among themselves about his exceptional card playing ability. Either way, Jim heard him kick his horse into a gallop and ride off down the street moving fast."What in tarnation's all this commotion about?" A big bulky man came from the short hall that led to Victoria's bedroom; he was still buckling on his gun belt. Jim recognized the big man as Sheriff Tilley."Howdy. I'll admit it, for a second my thoughts turned to suicide.I tried to steady myself. I could be wrong. I've got to play it cool. Just in case there was still a chance.Struggling to keep my voice calm I addressed my daughter, "Chani, are you okay? What's wrong?" Oh, daddy!" she said, dropping her book bag on the floor and running into my arms. "I asked Jessi to meet me at a coffee shop after school." Tears still ran down Chani's cheeks, but her voice had the quality of someone who was just too.