" And he turned, and was gone.Janie's arms were around me now, and her violent shaking had calmed, somewhat. We had never been in this position before... of course, lying naked while facing each other, our breasts pressed against one another's. She took a ragged breath. "What ... what the hell just happened to me?" she stuttered.I didn't move, but held her comfortingly. I felt her fingertips begin to explore my back. "I can tell you," I said softly. "I know."She pulled away from me slightly until. She smiled back."I only wanted to ask if there was a restaurant near here that might be open this time of night?" She was looking at the counter man but her mind was on the handsome stranger. How pleasant to meet a man without a dog by his side, she thought bitterly, a man who isn't interested in your sex."I was going to ask the same thing," the handsome man laughed. He turned to the clerk and smiled. "Maybe you should be selling sandwiches instead of cigarettes." Matter o'fact I do," came his. She hugged me and gave me a kiss."Thank you love. I'm so glad you did that, I do think we can work thisout. Every morning when you get dressed take the knickers that I waswearing the previous day and put them on. I'll leave them on the floornext to my vanity table. I'm sure that soon we'll be back to normal. Ireally do believe that."Over the next few weeks I got to wear each pair of knickers in Bevsunderwear collection. It seemed she had a never ending supply becauseafter three weeks I had yet. Average height ... maybe five foot five? Brown hair, medium length, glossy. Grey eyes. Figure? Hard to tell in baggy jeans and hoodies. What really caught the eye, though was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't.