Thankheaven for small favors.I tried to settle myself down while I finished showering. After dryingoff, I went into Grace's room to get dressed. It ...as then that I realizedthat I didn't have any clean underwear. Of course, I never wore maleunderwear anymore. So I suppose I should say I didn't have any cleanpanties.Instead of going commando, which I've never liked doing, I invaded Grace'spanty drawer. It struck me that my odyssey into wearing lingerie beganwith her getting me to wear her. She kept me on time and prepared whether I was going to school, attending a board meeting or dueling. I didn't do much dueling but she made sure my schedule allowed it here and there. Bakura excelled in a number of surprising areas, among them being a talented singer and musician. Many evenings while I was doing homework, he sang or played the koto in the background.There were days that I had emergencies — meetings that could not be avoided, documents that needed my personal attention. On those. “Humm that’s nice. Holly shit, did you really?That must be so hotPoor jerks, gone to sleep missing the show”And the comments keep coming. I turn slightly to give her some room and as she gets closer, her thigh brushes my hand on the armrest and of course, I do NOT move it. When I turn to look at her expression, I see her right nipple is pocking out of her shirt. “Yeap, you seem to like it allright” – “Oh give it up willya, this is just mechanical, don’t take it personally and don’t get your. As I descended the stairs I enjoyed the sound of the oneinch wedge heals I was wearing. A black wool coat, one last check of myhair, smart and curly, out the door I went to the sad event.As I drove I practiced her voice, or at least a feminine version of minewith a tinge of age added. I practiced my story. Yes, I had a heartattack a while ago and after I chose to stay close to home for fear ofbeing alone if it occurred again. No, I had no idea why the papers weremade out to my grandson, he.