Ah, her knickers! I made a point of locating the laundry basket in the master bedroom and quickly rummaging through the discarded clothes until I foun... a pair of sensible knickers that weren't Mandy's. I put them to my nose and inhaled, and all there was was stale piss, but it was Mrs Hubert's stale piss.And then I assessed where her arse would be and sniffed there in the hope that they would have ridden up into her crack at some point. I imagined a faint trace of that. I had to step quickly. "Why are you here Jennie? I thought that we'd agreed that we weren't seeing each other any more?" I never agreed to any such thing Mike Sweeney. It was you who got it in your head to be jealous over nothing." It wasn't nothing. Besides, I thought you were Tommy's girl now?" Mike's mom came in with the Coke and a coaster for the can. She set it down in front of Jennie, smiled after Jennie told her thank you, and left the two youngsters to their privacy."I'm not Tommy's girl. Speaking of girls, I. Monday morning I was up before the sun. Since it was fall like morning in Alabama, I pulled on an extra sweatshirt before I left on the E trike for breakfast. I was able to gently pedal the trike along with the E motor running at very low RPMs. It was more moving my leg round and round rather than actually pedaling. Unlike being on a stationary bicycle, I had a feeling of accomplishment.I also got away from Bart and Rita for a while. That's what I thought anyway. I was almost finished with. She wheeled the rollaway table into place, and I could see steam was still rising off the soup. It appeared to be chicken broth. There were no crackers with the broth. There’s a glass of ice water and red-colored gelatin. If I had to hazard a guess, it was strawberry Jell-O.I thanked Eve for her assistance. She said something about it being no trouble, and then said she’d be back to retrieve the tray later. I noticed that the straps that had been holding me into the bed were no longer employed..