But I am not by naturea sentimental person and this caused me little grief, although I did getpleasure out of recalling old associations as things wer... graduallydisposed of. Eventually, and inevitably, my renovations reached Mother'sbedroom. Subconsciously I guess I had been avoiding having to deal withher personal things but at last I had no option but to do so.As I cleared out her wardrobe, I found a few items of clothing that Iremembered from my childhood. Looking at them brought back a. She tested the door to make sure it was locked, and put the door handle in a pocket in her purse. The room was cold, and she rubbed her arms briskly as she headed for the bathroom. She wouldn't shower, but she could do some other things to clean up, something the maid who cleaned these rooms would find perfectly normal.She threw on just her slacks, blouse and boots, enough to be decent, and took the stairs to the Women's Locker Room.After a soothing shower she was half-dressed when Sgt.. ‘Such pretty, sexy breasts. It makes me want to know what the rest of her looks like under here.’ As he spoke, he jerked my legs sharply apart and I gasped out loud in shock. My tight skirt was so short that I could feel it riding up onto my hips, exposing my panties.I blushed, deeply, hotly, behind the blindfold, as I remembered my pretty lace crotchless panties that framed my hips perfectly.The man at my feet didn’t touch me except for his hands holding my calves and knees firmly apart, but I. This being a Spirit was rapidly altering that preconception I had. I felt very tired and rather weak so I moved over to the closest chair and sat down.Yeah, I knew from my limited experience as a Spirit sometimes things took great concentration. Like interacting with the living such as becoming visible or moving objects. It wasn't easy to channel my energy but it had worked.In my last few days, I'd been constantly moving. With all I'd been through and learned, I'd never felt any type of fatigue.